Rainsford Alternate Ending

Rainsford woke up that night in a grisly sweat. Panting, he sat up in the bed that was once the man’s that he had killed. Rainsford had awoken because of the treacherous thing he had done. Why have I done this? He thought, I should have just restrained him until help came. Murder was not my intention. I committed a horrible crime. I can’t tell anybody. He told himself that it was just a nightmare, but he knew it was something more. Rainsford did not go back to sleep that night. That morning Rainsford tried not to remember what happened the previous night. Pacing back and forth in the dining hall, he thought of what Zaroff said, “We’ll visit my training school...I have about a dozen pupils down there now.” After gathering the men from where Zaroff was hoarding them, Rainsford told them his plan. …show more content…
You seem off.” one of the captives said.
“I’m fine, just a little frightened, I hate this island. It's changed me.” The group of men, some aged, some adolescent retreated up to the house. While the captives settled, Rainsford went up to the bedroom. He lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes to try to get rest, but it didn’t come. Instead there were visions of the hounds feeding on Zaroff’s body, before Rainsford’s eyes. He tried to make them stop. They only got worse. When the morning came upon the island, the raft making began. Dozens of logs were heaved from the jungle, as were vines. The men felt like ants carrying concrete blocks. It took hours for the job to be achieved. The men were content, excited