Kill Zaroff-Personal Narrative
The night was dim, morning light not too close from briming the horizon. This is it.
This is my chance.
In order to end this hellish nightmare, Reinsford knew what he would have to do.
Kill
Kill Zaroff; it was quite clear. If he wanted this to end - this 'game' - death of his oppponent would be the only option. He could do it, he figured, with a bit of skill. The blade of the knife carefully teetering between his teeth, the man climbed the brick-topped wall, long pillars leading to the others bedroom. This was it. It was time. Motivational mantras played along in Rainsford's head, the man choosing to keep the nice sayings on loop. Quickly making a move to slide through the window, he knew time was no longer at his side. Grasping Zaroff's neck firmly, he moved to keep ahold of him via his forearm, holding the dual-bladed knife flat to his enemies neck.
Now.
Do it.
Moving the blade across the other man's throat, he eliminated the enemy in one quick motion, the docile body collapsing to the floor. A smug smile faded onto his dirtied and chapped lips, and he let the knife slip from his grasp. He would sleep well that night, he quickly decided. Morning came far too soon for the man's liking, and he …show more content…
Moving from the room, he kept his vision casted away from the motionless body. Whilst he was proud of himself for winning the game, it was far too early to deal with the deceased. With that in mind, Rainsford quickly filed out of the bedroom, thankful that the odor had not become to strong overnight. Carefully making his way down the teetering stairs, he was stopped at the sound of a scream - a loud one. "Strange," the man murmured, glancing towards where the sound resonated from. There, flat in front of him, was a soor - one he had never particularly seen, though it's not like he scavanged the others house either
This is my chance.
In order to end this hellish nightmare, Reinsford knew what he would have to do.
Kill
Kill Zaroff; it was quite clear. If he wanted this to end - this 'game' - death of his oppponent would be the only option. He could do it, he figured, with a bit of skill. The blade of the knife carefully teetering between his teeth, the man climbed the brick-topped wall, long pillars leading to the others bedroom. This was it. It was time. Motivational mantras played along in Rainsford's head, the man choosing to keep the nice sayings on loop. Quickly making a move to slide through the window, he knew time was no longer at his side. Grasping Zaroff's neck firmly, he moved to keep ahold of him via his forearm, holding the dual-bladed knife flat to his enemies neck.
Now.
Do it.
Moving the blade across the other man's throat, he eliminated the enemy in one quick motion, the docile body collapsing to the floor. A smug smile faded onto his dirtied and chapped lips, and he let the knife slip from his grasp. He would sleep well that night, he quickly decided. Morning came far too soon for the man's liking, and he …show more content…
Moving from the room, he kept his vision casted away from the motionless body. Whilst he was proud of himself for winning the game, it was far too early to deal with the deceased. With that in mind, Rainsford quickly filed out of the bedroom, thankful that the odor had not become to strong overnight. Carefully making his way down the teetering stairs, he was stopped at the sound of a scream - a loud one. "Strange," the man murmured, glancing towards where the sound resonated from. There, flat in front of him, was a soor - one he had never particularly seen, though it's not like he scavanged the others house either