Life Of Pi Alternate Ending

Kim Jong Pi heard harsh screams echoing through the grand halls to his bedroom. Screams he recognized, screams he wanted to help. These were the screams of his less talented sister being brutally whipped and tortured for not being “up to the standard”. In his eyes, anyone that didn’t reach his ridiculous standards just needed harsh punishment to become better. He saw humans like toys, something that could be broken or battered without care and had little understanding of emotions and compassion. He was a monster.

On the other hand, Pi, that's what he liked to be called as it had no connection to his family, was in his room with everything he could ever want, but of course, all this stuff wasn’t necessary. Pi was a very smart boy with dark

He was in the public toilets with his sister waiting for Ling and Hu. Flashlights shined in his eyes like he was looking at the sun. “Jesus, don't blind me,” he snapped. “Oh sorry bro,” his friends replied, strolling in. He shrugged the stinging of his eyes, blinking a few times and insisted they leave straight away before the early risers got up in the morning. The advantage of the public toilets that they were hiding in was their proximity to the fence. They suited up with bullet-proof vests and rifles and headed towards the 30-foot high fence that was looking down on them. Adrenaline was buzzing in his head. The fear of getting caught was definitely prominent. The deafening ring of the siren made Hu fall off and he hit the ground with a sickening thud. He is swarmed by guards beating him to death. In the distance he sees his dad, Kim Jong Un, looking on from his balcony with a disappointed look on his face. By now there was no way to escape because the guards had found a way to the other side of the fence. “Sorry” Pi whispers. He then proceeded to get the Negev and spray bullets down onto the guards, killing them all. He then pulled out the sniper from behind him and held it toward his dad. To shoot, he needed two hands, one to aim and one to pull the trigger. He let go of the fence and killed Kim Jong Un. What was a 15-foot fall, felt like it took forever. A slight smile crossed his face and he hit