Dangerous Game(fictional forshadowing)

The Dangerous Game          
“Good God, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder.” My heart skipped a beat, making me shutter. How could a man that seemed affable be so horrifying? I looked out at the vast jungle, wondering how I was going to escape. The day passed slowly as General Zaroff talked to me about his “dangerous game.” His evil face only made me smile and nod as if I seemed unaffected about what he was talking about. When night fell I had my plan ready to go. The moon was full and it lit the jungle like a candle in the death of night. I waited for General Zaroff to go to bed. Luckily, he was drunk and would be out until the day. I lay on my cot for a few minutes and then got up. I almost fell down with nausea but disarming thoughts eased me. I stumbled around the house searching for a weapon. Pictures of him hunting adorned the walls and books of every shape and age were crammed into shelves. I had found some gun powder inside a drawer but I was still looking for a gun and bullets. At last, I had found a gun! Above General Zaroff’s fire place was an Old Russian musket. It was defiantly a nice amenity. I grabbed the musket and a sack of marbles that were next to a dusty book. I walked out of the Iron Gate, not looking back.When I started running into the jungle, it seemed like the night had swallowed me. I couldn’t see a thing! Every step was agonizing but I forced myself onward. I stumble on, which seemed like hours. Everything around me was tangible. The air was thick and the smell was awful. Finally I came to a crook of a tree and sat down. I feel asleep and saw no more. I woke up to the sound of animal’s cries. The sun was bursting through the vegetation. I tried to stand up but I had very little stamina. I walked on wondering how I was going to get of this island. Suddenly I heard gunshots. I didn’t have to think twice. I knew it was General Zaroff. Almost immediately, I pulled out the marbles and the gun powder and loaded the musket. I kept my eyes open, not knowing what was going to occur. I ran through the jungle realizing that this was life or death. Before I could take another step I heard that icy dark voice that I had heard when I first arrived. I spun around and stared in to the eyes of General Zaroff.
“So you tried to escape me thinking I would kill you, right?” I backed up trying to look brave. “What you are doing General is wrong. I only wish to leave this island for comfort.” The general gave a cold laugh and smirked. “I see you have my old Musket Mr. Rainsford. It’s a pity to say that that gun has no bullets.” “I would have thought you would have done much better than that since you are a hunter,” said the General haughtily. “I’m sorry Mr. Rainsford but you are a threat. You are very good hunter and competition and it’s imperative I kill you.” “I can’t allow you to be wandering around my island killing my people.” Before I could speak He pulled out a hand revolver and pointed it at my heart. “I’ll give you a chance to play my dangerous game and you can start by running.” That is exactly what I did. He shot at me a few times but missed. He came after me like a ravenous wolf. I ran hiding behind trees, catching my breath.
We had been playing cat and mouse for hours now and I had to end it. I ran as fast as I could and threw myself against a tree. The General came up shortly and stopped right in front of me. As soon as he turned around I pulled the trigger. Amazingly the marble had it him square in the chest. He fell down with an agonizing scream. Blood was oozing through his shirt and his whole body had gone motionless. I stared at him for a long time, watching him pass away. I do not consider myself a murderer but a hero for all who had come and died. I am also a hero to tough’s people who would have died if they had come to this horrific island. As the sun started to set, I thought about this uncanny day. That day I had survived the dangerous game.