The Most Dangerous Game Sequel
The Most Dangerous Game Sequel Rainsford awoke after the best night sleep of his life. It wasn’t just the fact that the bed was one of the comfiest he had ever slept in, or the fact he was exhausted after being hunted for three days, but the enormous relief he felt by beating the general at his own game. He spent most of his morning planning in his mind a payback for the general. It wasn’t revenge, but Rainsford felt that the general needed reminding that the game he was playing was wrong. However, Rainsford felt certain uneasiness at the fact he had won the hunt, what extent would the general go to now to satisfy his hunting pleasures?
Would he now try even more extremes in hunting? Rainsford shuddered as he thought of the things the general may do, but tried to shrug them off as he thought of a plan to payback the general, and it needed to be good. As Rainsford sat down for breakfast, he asked Ivan to fetch the general. He felt almost sorry for Ivan, and he wondered how it must feel to be deaf-mute, to never have your own life and to always live it under someone else’s control. But Rainsford did not have long to pity Ivan, as the general walked in.
Rainsford studied his long, wiry black beard and his unnerving dark black eyes which showed no emotion. A night of sleeping with the dogs had proved very damaging on his appearance, as he had big black bags under his eyes and seemed even more exhausted than what was humanly possible. “Thank you for coming up to breakfast” said Rainsford, trying to keep his voice blank. “Thank you for inviting me” replied the general, his Russian accent thick and emotionless, his black eyes studying Rainsford unnervingly, as though he was studying a rare animal he was about to pounce on.
Rainsford refused to be un-nerved by the general, as he knew that he must stand his ground in order for the general to take his proposal seriously. “How was your night? ” Rainsford asked, trying to build up conversation. “I have had better nights”, replied the General, “Now, I do not expect that you invited me up to breakfast for idle chit-chat, so what is the real reason”. “Rainsford allowed himself to take a moment to process his next sentence. “I have a proposal, seeing as though I did not kill you for failing the hunt, I have a new game I was for you to partake in”.
The general sat in silence, absorbing Rainsford’s words, “I have a feeling that I know the proposal, but please carry on”, expressing interest in Rainsford’s proposal. “I wish to re commence the hunt, except this time I am the cat and you are the mouse”. Rainsford leant back in his chair, surprised at himself for finally saying the proposal out loud. The General smiled, “I thought you’d had a taste for the extreme hunting, when do we begin? ”… As Rainsford watched the general head to the forest with his food, knife and hunting clothes, he prepared himself for the upcoming days.
The hunt would be the hardest one of his career, and he wondered what he had really got himself in for. But as he prepared his plan, he knew that whatever happened, he would not lose. The general peered back round to the chateau, he smiled a smile he had not smiled in weeks. This was the excitement he had been craving, and was ready to trick Rainsford in every step he took. As he dived deeper into the forest, the general began preparing his plans for the next few days, with the intention in mind that he would not lose.