Sarah Williams
Ms. Kasyanik
English 9H 2A
13 October 2010
The Sequel
Rainsford awoke from his sleep, his morning drowsiness causing him to sit on his bed awhile before rising. He stood and took slow, deliberate
steps across the room. He was met at the door by the general himself.
“Good morning, General,” he said. “I trust you slept well?”
“Naturally. I find the dogs keep the most appealing company at night.”
“Well then, do you have plans for the day?
The general paused, as if considering the idea. “If I am to infer correctly, I would assume that you are most willing to depart from this island.
However, I do require some sort of repayment before I can watch you leave.”
“Repayment?” Rainsford asked, quite puzzled.
“Indeed. During our thrilling game, you killed my best manservant. He was quite the driving force for my hunting on this island, without him, I will
have to force my quarry to be hunted, which is no fun at all, if they do not have a choice, I mean.”
“I assume you want another man with experience with…persuading your quarry to be hunted,” Rainsford replied, clearly disgusted.
“Well yes of course. I say we play another game, Rainsford. One that is just as thrilling as our last game. I will get my sloop to drop you off at the
mainland, just as I promised. You, in return, will find a suitable manservant for me. I will give you the sloop and three days to find a man and bring him
to the island. After that time, I will follow you with my own boat, and hunt you down just as before. Should you escape me for ten days, I will admit
defeat and return promptly to the island.”
“And should you find me?”
“Well, let us just say the same rule applies as in our last little game. So shall we begin? The sloop is right this way.”
The two men walked side by side out of the chateau. They walked their way through the jungle in a solemn silence, each not wanting to break the
still air that hung around them. The tension continued to build as they found themselves at the small sailing vessel by the coast. They both boarded, and
two hours later found themselves arriving at the shores of land.
“Well,” the general said, “let the game begin.” And he walked off.
Rainsford watched the general fade into the distance, and paused for a moment, thinking. Then he went to work.
Two days later, Rainsford had made little progress. He had searched every place imaginable to find a suitable slave for Zaroff: walking the streets
and paying extra attention to passerby’s, looking through pages of military personnel pictures, and even browsing the libraries to find locations of
remnants of the royal families of Russia. However, his searches proved futile, and by the end of the day, he felt as if the end were near.
The third day came and Rainsford thought about trying to flee from Zaroff. He had no choice but to escape; he had no inkling of whom or even
where he would find a man for the general. As the end of the day drew nearer, Rainsford found himself back on the sloop making his escape. His only
thought was of slipping though the fingers of the general, but since he had only barely escaped the last time, he was unsure if he could even get remotely
far from Zaroff before he became his next victim.
Rainsford was barely out of the dock when he was cut off by another similar boat. Astonished, he quickly got out of the boat to see what the
problem was. As soon as he got out of the boat, however, he turned around and went straight back onto it, for he saw the familiar figure of the general.
“Before you try to escape,” Zaroff shouted after him, “I have some news to give you!”
Rainsford hesitated for just a moment, but still continued on his way. Zaroff exited his boat and quickly followed him. They met in Rainsford’s cabin.
“I see you found me, General,” Rainsford observed.
“But that is not particularly why I am here. It seems that you have not found me a replacement for my dear Ivan. Disappointing. However, I am
willing to overlook it just this once, for it seems that while I was waiting on my island, a man shipwrecked. A man that fit my need perfectly. So I came
here to tell you that I am no longer in need of your services.” As simple as that, Zaroff did his disarming smile and walked out.
Confused, Rainsford followed him out, but to his dismay, the general was no longer in view. In fact, his boat was already on its way off into the
sea. Still confused, but taking advantage of the general’s apparent generosity, Rainsford sailed off in the opposite direction.
Inside the boat, Rainsford made plans to go back home. He retired for the night in the confortable bed, and slept luxuriously.
Ms. Kasyanik
English 9H 2A
13 October 2010
The Sequel
Rainsford awoke from his sleep, his morning drowsiness causing him to sit on his bed awhile before rising. He stood and took slow, deliberate
steps across the room. He was met at the door by the general himself.
“Good morning, General,” he said. “I trust you slept well?”
“Naturally. I find the dogs keep the most appealing company at night.”
“Well then, do you have plans for the day?
The general paused, as if considering the idea. “If I am to infer correctly, I would assume that you are most willing to depart from this island.
However, I do require some sort of repayment before I can watch you leave.”
“Repayment?” Rainsford asked, quite puzzled.
“Indeed. During our thrilling game, you killed my best manservant. He was quite the driving force for my hunting on this island, without him, I will
have to force my quarry to be hunted, which is no fun at all, if they do not have a choice, I mean.”
“I assume you want another man with experience with…persuading your quarry to be hunted,” Rainsford replied, clearly disgusted.
“Well yes of course. I say we play another game, Rainsford. One that is just as thrilling as our last game. I will get my sloop to drop you off at the
mainland, just as I promised. You, in return, will find a suitable manservant for me. I will give you the sloop and three days to find a man and bring him
to the island. After that time, I will follow you with my own boat, and hunt you down just as before. Should you escape me for ten days, I will admit
defeat and return promptly to the island.”
“And should you find me?”
“Well, let us just say the same rule applies as in our last little game. So shall we begin? The sloop is right this way.”
The two men walked side by side out of the chateau. They walked their way through the jungle in a solemn silence, each not wanting to break the
still air that hung around them. The tension continued to build as they found themselves at the small sailing vessel by the coast. They both boarded, and
two hours later found themselves arriving at the shores of land.
“Well,” the general said, “let the game begin.” And he walked off.
Rainsford watched the general fade into the distance, and paused for a moment, thinking. Then he went to work.
Two days later, Rainsford had made little progress. He had searched every place imaginable to find a suitable slave for Zaroff: walking the streets
and paying extra attention to passerby’s, looking through pages of military personnel pictures, and even browsing the libraries to find locations of
remnants of the royal families of Russia. However, his searches proved futile, and by the end of the day, he felt as if the end were near.
The third day came and Rainsford thought about trying to flee from Zaroff. He had no choice but to escape; he had no inkling of whom or even
where he would find a man for the general. As the end of the day drew nearer, Rainsford found himself back on the sloop making his escape. His only
thought was of slipping though the fingers of the general, but since he had only barely escaped the last time, he was unsure if he could even get remotely
far from Zaroff before he became his next victim.
Rainsford was barely out of the dock when he was cut off by another similar boat. Astonished, he quickly got out of the boat to see what the
problem was. As soon as he got out of the boat, however, he turned around and went straight back onto it, for he saw the familiar figure of the general.
“Before you try to escape,” Zaroff shouted after him, “I have some news to give you!”
Rainsford hesitated for just a moment, but still continued on his way. Zaroff exited his boat and quickly followed him. They met in Rainsford’s cabin.
“I see you found me, General,” Rainsford observed.
“But that is not particularly why I am here. It seems that you have not found me a replacement for my dear Ivan. Disappointing. However, I am
willing to overlook it just this once, for it seems that while I was waiting on my island, a man shipwrecked. A man that fit my need perfectly. So I came
here to tell you that I am no longer in need of your services.” As simple as that, Zaroff did his disarming smile and walked out.
Confused, Rainsford followed him out, but to his dismay, the general was no longer in view. In fact, his boat was already on its way off into the
sea. Still confused, but taking advantage of the general’s apparent generosity, Rainsford sailed off in the opposite direction.
Inside the boat, Rainsford made plans to go back home. He retired for the night in the confortable bed, and slept luxuriously.