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Nolan Kerr




Kathleen West



American Lit



29 November, 2010



The Crucible, Alternate/Extended Ending



Proctor: (Proctor rips up contract) “I rufuse to rat out my friends, I’m sorry Danforth”



Danforth: “Then you must be hung. Are you fine with that?”



Proctor: “Not exactly.”



Proctor then sends Danforth flying with one quick blow to the chest with his palm. Paris lunges at Proctor, but John easily brings Paris to the ground and with a hard swing to his face, Paris was out cold. While Elizabeth was screaming for John to stop, John runs off in the distance heading for his house, where his horse was.

When Proctor arrived at his house, Reverend Hale was there waiting for him. On a horse of his own.

Hale: “I’m here to accompany you on your next journey.”

Proctor: “You realize you’re risking your life by coming with me, right?”

Hale: “I know what I’m getting into.”

Proctor: “Good. Lets go then.”

Hale: “Alright lets hit the road. (pause) Oh and John?”

Proctor: “Yeah?”

Hale: “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Proctor and Hale ride off into the distance and keep moving until they fall upon a Native American Indian hunting a buffalo. They watch him hunt and can tell he is very experienced. They befriend the Native American and soon find out his name; Standing Bull. Standing Bull takes Proctor and Hale back to his campsite and let them stay the night. They end up living with Standing Bull for about a week and in that time, he teaches them both how to hunt and kill with a bow and arrow. He also teaches them how to properly throw a tomahawk. Proctor and Hale are now killing machines. Proctor asks Standing Bull if he would join them in their quest back to Salem to finish off Danforth and his goons. Standing Bull respectfully declines and wishes them both good luck.

Proctor and Hale set off for Salem but it gets dark when they are deep in the woods. Nevertheless, the two friends set up camp and packed it in for the night. Proctor set up the tepee that Standing Bull had made for them.

Proctor: “Thank God for Standing Bull.”

Hale: “True that.”

They were both asleep when a grizzly bear made his way through their campsite. Scavenging everything they had. Proctor woke up and peered outside the tepee. The bear didn’t see him but John was frightened at what he saw. He quickly grabbed the tomahawk from under his pillow and jumped out of the tepee, surprising the bear. Proctor threw the tomahawk directly at the bear’s head, extremely accurate, just like Standing Bull had taught him.

Hale: (stepping outside) “What was tha- holy cow! Is that a bear!?!?”

Proctor: “Yeah, it was rummaging through our things, so I killed it.”

Hale: “Are you sure its dead?”

Proctor: “Haha, am I sure.”

The next morning the two men set off for Salem once again. They arrived and hid their horses behind what used to be John Proctor’s house. They equipped themselves with their bow’s and headed towards the church, for it was Sunday morning and everyone in town was there. They barged open the door and shot two arrows right away at two guards posted just inside the doors of the church. They were both dead instantly dude the arrows hitting both of them directly in the heart. Everyone stood frozen at what had just occurred.

Danforth: “What the hell are you two doing here! What have you done to those poor men!”

Proctor: “We’ve come to kill you Danforth!”

Danforth: “So be it. Guards!”

Three guards came from behind where Danforth was standing and they each had a sword. Proctor quickly took out his tomahawk and threw it right into the head of one of the guards. Then Hale shot an arrow aiming for Danforth’s chest, but hitting him in the shoulder and Danforth cried out for mercy.

Hale: “God can’t help you now.”

As Proctor was preoccupied with the two other guards, Hale loaded up another arrow and shot again at Danforth, this time hitting him right between the eyes with an instant kill.

Proctor: “Good job Hale! Now come help me!”

Hale hucked his tomahawk at one of the guards an it stuck into his back, and he cried out it pain. Proctor finished him off and then got put into a headlock by the last guard. Hale pulled out another arrow, aimed, and released hoping to not hit his friend. He heard a yell and saw the guard drop like a fly. Proctor fell to the ground and rubbed his neck trying to breathe.

Proctor: “Thank you Hale.”

Hale: “I told you John, this isn’t my first rodeo.”

That ends the story of the Salem witch trials. It all started with some girls dancing in the forest, but in the end it was all about courage and friendship, for that will always prevail over the evil, misguided behavior of Mr. Danforth.