Rainsford: A Fictional Narrative

Suddenly Zaroff jumped up and pulled out a hand pistol underneath his pillow, holding it to Rainsford's forehead. “Now if only it was that easy,” Zaroff said. ”I’ll give you two options we can go for around two or I could easily just end it all for you here now, I got six bullets but only need one. Any man who has won against me is cheating and I'm not very fond of cheaters” Rainsford stood in silence glancing the room around, and in a swift movement he grabbed the knife that was in his back pocket and stabbed Zaroff’s stomach making him drop the pistol. Zaroff at first shouted in pain, then looked at his hands covered in blood from the fresh wound and fainted. When Zaroff awoken it was morning and his wound had been attended, but was tied …show more content…
Zaroff mumbled, with anger. “Sorry, couldn’t understand,” Rainsford yanked the cloth out from Zaroff’s mouth,” now before you start yelling like a manic or start threatening me, just think of who has the gun this time,” Rainsford said while waving the pistol Zaroff had up to his head the following night. “So what are exactly your plans Rainsford I must ask, because if you were to kill me, I'm sure you would do it by now, or do you just want another round.” said Zaroff “Oh, no I’m done with that silly game for now, but that is the quite a good question. Well, if you must know I am not going to kill you I want you very much alive. I have discovered a new part of me that I never knew that there was and guess what that is. ” “I don’t know.” “You, you are the part of me, I never knew, instead of me despising you for what you have done to so many innocent people and just being a horrid person, I admire you. Actually so inspired by you I must show you something.” Rainsford sets the pistol on the ground and exited the room, he then returned a few moments later, he had a rug soaked in red full of something. He dropped the rug on the