I don't own the book. End of.


Early the next morning, Rainsford set off back to the jungle. He had his knife in hand, cutting through the cold, damp jungle as he went deeper and deeper. Last night, he and General Zaroff agreed to finish this off once and for all with a duel to the death. It was the only wasy for him to end this twisted game of hunting. As he traveled deeper, it became more damp and a little colder than expected. Halfway through, Rainsford sat down, breathing slowly. Inside he was secretly terrified, but he wouldn't show Zaroff. Just then he heard soft footsteps coming towards his way, along with twigs snapping. Becoming alert, Rainsford quickly got up and climbed up the closest tree he could find. He held his breath, knowing Zaroff was just below him, waiting.

"You are doing well Rainsford, I must say," he heard Zaroff say, touching the point of his knife and examining it carefully. "This is only the beginning. You may have won the battle, but this is war. On guard."Rainsford's heart beat faster as he saw the general's head turn to face the tree. Zaroff's gaze went higher up the tree, but then stopped abruptly and continued walking.

'Mind tricks won't work this time, general,' Rainsford thought, 'Time for you to know how it's like to be the hunted instead of the hunter.' Rainsford climbed down from the tree and quietly stalked General Zaroff, following the footprints left on the ground. He kept a tight grip on the knife, knowing what he has to do. He spotted General Zaroff a few feet away, standing off-guard in the shade.

'Only have on shot,'Rainsford thought, then started running towards Zaroff as fast as he can. Zaroff heard Rainsford's footsteps and turned around. After that, the jungle seemed a little more quieter and peaceful.

He had never slept in a better bed Rainsford decided.

For the rest of the day, Rainsford located the rest of the men and sent them to the chateau for a well-cooked meal and rest after all they have been through. They were also givien the choice of taking boats back to their home or, if they wished to, stay on the island. Most of the men chose to go home, thanking Rainsford for the help. After a few days, Rainsford's yacht appeared, Whitney being the first the greet him. He said goodbye to the men who stayed, got on the boat, and took one last look at Ship-Trap island.

"Hunting isn't the same anymore, is it Rainsford," asked Whitney.

"Not anymore, Whitney. Not anymore."