Creative Writing: Fortunato's Murder

I swiftly began making my way towards the exit of the catacombs, praying I’d be forgiven for the great sin I just committed. What if someone had realized Fortunato was missing and listed me as a suspect? Would they figure out I had brought him to the catacombs this night and trapped him inside? No, surely that couldn’t happen. Even if they discovered Fortunato was missing, how could they link his disappearance towards myself? If they thought I had anything to do with it they wouldn’t be able to find his body, right? I hid his body inside of a wall, who would think of that?

I stopped walking and let out an exasperated sigh. Maybe I should go back and let Fortunato out. I could say it was all a joke and take him to the Amontillado. It is most

It sounded like the scraping of bricks moving against each other. It must have been Fortunato. But there is no way he could escape the chains. I rushed back towards where I trapped Fortunato to make sure he would not escape. I could not let him run away and risk him telling everyone of my wrongdoings. I swiftly made my way past the bone covered walls towards Fortunato. The fear of getting caught made me run faster.

Abruptly, I came to a stop when I reached the end of the catacombs. In place of the wall I previously built, was a small, narrow hole, just big enough for Fortunato to squeeze through and escape. I placed my hands on top of my head and let out an anguished cry. I pounded my fists of the stone walls and made my retreat towards the exit of the catacombs for the last time. Fortunato would not get away with this! He would not ruin my plan! When I find him he will take his last breath, and I will finally get revenge.

The walls were a blur as I bolted past them. It was not only fear that fueled me, it was anger as well. How dare Fortunato insult me and think he could get away with it. As my thoughts were flying through my mind, I began hearing the distant laugh of Fortunato. Does he think this is a gag? I decided right then and there that nothing could stop me from ending Fortunato’s life. He had made me a laughingstock for the last

He! He! Oh, I just took off the handcuffs and unchained myself! You aren’t very talented at chaining people up, Montresor. After that I slid out the mastrony and made my way down here!” Fortunato lifted her arms and made a gesture to the surrounding walls, “I also found this laying of the ground on my way to find you.” He slowly took out the trowel I had built the wall with and aimed it at me. I thought I had taken that along with me! How did he manage to find it? What was he going to do with it?

Instantly, feared rushed through my veins once more and I slowly backed away from Fortunato. “Now, now Fortunato. Why do you have my trowel?”

Fortunato waved the trowel around the air in amusement, “Ah, Montresor! What ever happened to the Amontillado? I thought we were going to share it.” I didn’t want to share the Amontillado. It was all too valuable for his filthy hands.

Quickly, I changed the subject back to the trowel Fortunato was still waving towards me. “We will return to the Amontillado later, first answer my question. Why do you have my trowel?” A droplet of sweat ran down my temple as Fortunato pointed the trowel towards me