The Dangerous Game: A Fictional Narrative

“On Guard, Rainsford,” said Zaroff. The men circled each other, glaring with a stare that could kill a man. “I see you have come unprepared. You'll go down without a doubt,” said Zaroff.
¨I have made it through all your torture until now.” replied Rainsford. He knocked over a shelf to make a barrier between themselves. Rainsford peered over the shelf to see Zaroff pull a pistol from a holster hooked to his pants.
“A gun? I have nothing but my hands to take you on,” said Rainsford.
“A good hunter can make use of any material given to hunt. If not, you’ll be sleeping with the dogs tonight.” murmured Zaroff. Zaroff fired a shot to the ceiling over were rainsford was crouching. “Next time you hear a gunshot, there will be a bullet between your eyes.” He said. Zaroff was very calm compared to Rainsford. Rainsford surveyed the room. He saw chains hanging on the wall. The room was relatively large compared to Rainsfords room. There were paintings of unknown animals that Zaroff had killed, along with stuffed animal heads, hanging from the wall. Rainsford scurried across the room to the chains, hiding behind an extrusion in the wall as a bullet whizzed by his head.
You've cornered yourself now.” Said Zaroff very boastfully. Rainsford grabbed the chains, and held the cold metal as nunchucks in both hands. Rainsford scurried around the corner, faster then Zaroff could adjust to. Rainsford took the chain in hand, and struck the chain at his ankles with a sudden whipping motion. Zaroff fell to the ground with a abrupt thud. Zaroff aimed at Rainsford from the ground. With Rainsfords hunter reflexes, he quickly stomped on to Zaroff's arm and wrist, releasing the gun from his hand. He kick the gun across the floor. And with one quick swoop, Rainsford wrapped the chain around Zaroff's throat, and pulled with all his might, until a disturbing cracking sound was