Mary Aldridge
English 10
ATTC alternate ending
Darnay sat peacefully alone in his small cell. Just then was he beginning to accept his chilling fate. He was going to the guillotine, and he painfully realized that there was nothing he could do about it. He agonizingly longed to see his lovely wife, and beautiful child, or anyone who cared about him for that matter. He needed love, for the hatred coming toward him from all directions weighed heavily on him. He sighed deeply and put his hands to his cheeks.
The next moment, a figure emerged outside of his cell. Darany was incredibly surprised to suddenly see the face of Sydney Carton. Carton had an unrecognizable and bizarre gleam in his eye. It just didn't seem to be the Carton that Darnay knew. He also carried a small translucent bottle in his left hand. Before Darnay could ask Carton the reason for his unprecedented visit, Carton launched a large splash of strong smelling liquid toward Darnay's face. Darnay, however, skillfully ducked and dodged being hit in the face. Carton's face deepened into a dark burgundy shade. Darnay simply could not understand the reason for Carton's sudden and unruly behavior.
Panicked, Carton grabbed Darnay by the shoulders and attempted to kick his legs out from under him. He needed to quickly figure out another plan to knock Darnay unconscious.
"Carton, what in the world are you doing?!" Darnay cried loudly as he wrestled to the ground with Carton.
"Don't say anything!" replied Carton in a horse whisper as he tried to restrain the struggling Darnay.
Just then, the altercation between the two men caught the attention of a nearby security guard. He dashed over to the open cell of Darnay, who was still pinned by Sydney Carton. He drew his weapon and took immediate action to address the astonishing quarrel taking place in the cell. He fired his gun, aiming for Sydney Carton.
However, the bullet narrowly missed the enraged Carton and hit Darnay in the chest. The officer drew closer and quickly fired again, this time hitting the original target. Two men lay dead on the floor, in a growing pool of blood.