“Draw your sword,” Inigo called.

The six-fingered man sneered in response. “You’re a true gentleman.”

“I’ve been pursuing my revenge for two decades. But it would all be for waste if I did not give you a chance to fight with honor.”

“Today your quest will come to an end, I’ll make sure of that.”

“So why haven’t you drawn your sword yet?”

“Because you’re still a child. You haven’t got it in you.”

“I haven’t, have I? I have come a hundred miles to murder you just as you murdered my dear father before my very eyes so long ago.”

“Then you’re serious,” said Rugen, unsheathing a gleaming rapier.

“Indeed I am.” Inigo lunged and the air rang with the sound of steel against steel. The six-fingered man swung for Inigo’s midsection; the Spaniard parried with a deadly riposte that barely missed Rugen’s throat.

Suddenly a voice cried from the swamp. “Inigo, help!” Rugen kicked a mound of sand into Inigo’s distracted face and scurried up a tree with the kind of dexterity that only a six-fingered man could possess.

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I wrote 17 chapters of this story on Ficlets. I'd love to finish it here! In this alternate ending to the classic movie The Princess Bride, what happens when Westley really is killed in the Pit of Despair? Will Buttercup be saved? Feel free to continue the adventure!

updated Dec 29 '08 by uselessness