Montresor's Ignoramus: A Short Story

“He is an ignoramus.” I shouted, as I stepped uneasily down the long and dark hallway. I did notice Montresor following me right on my heels. All of a sudden, I had came to a screeching halt. I had ran into a solid wall. I stood there bewildered for a second. And the next moment Montresor was chaining me to the wall I had ran into a minute ago. The clanking of metal chains still had me dumbfounded. It had only taken him a couple of seconds to chain my waist against the wall. It almost seemed like he was trying to kill me. I hadn’t had time to react to the situation, as I was still stunned. It seemed like we were just having a happy and friendly conversation a second ago.
“Pass your hand,” Montresor said as he was backing away from me, “over the wall; you cannot help feeling niter. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore your return. No? Then I must

positively leave you. But I first render you all the little attentions in my power.”
“The Amontillado!” I cried, still not being able to comprehend these sudden turn of events.
“True,” he replied nonchalantly; “the Amontillado.”
While I was chained to the wall, he had thrown some bones off the wall and uncovered something that looked like mortar and brick, but I still could not decipher what the objects were in the darkness. I was surprised when he suddenly began laying brick rapidly. It looked like Montresor was the happiest man alive; he was lying that brick so fast.
All of a sudden I felt a weird tingling feeling go through my body.

Then it hit me, I was chained to a wall a mile underground. I could now fully understand what had happened. Montresor led me into the catacombs just to kill me. I let a slow moan roll out of my mouth. I felt like I had just ran a marathon, I was so tired. While I was thinking back on how I had became of this situation, Montresor had maintained his pace of brick lying, and he had already had the fourth layer of his wall finished. Then, I just burst out. I flailed my arms and legs trying to escape, but I couldn’t. I was mad at myself for being so dumb and falling right into the hands of Montresor. I still couldn’t comprehend that I was basically dead. It felt like I had been thrashing for ages. I finally came to consensus that there was no hope, as Montresor was simply enjoying my death. After my arms and legs had felt numb,I stopped the flailing, and Montresor went right back to work. I just didn’t know what to think. As Montresor stood from his wall building, and the wall had reached all the way to his chest. He raised his torch up to

me.
From there, I went crazy I screamed and screamed. I had scared Montresor with my sudden screams, but I was just intending to scream for someone in a last-ditch effort. When Montresor retaliated, with a bigger, stronger, and louder scream. This was it for me; I knew there was no chance of me surviving this occurrence.
I didn’t know what time it was. We had been in these catacombs for a long time now. Montresor had once again started building his wall. He had to have at least ten layers by now. There could not of been many more bricks to lay. When suddenly a great idea flew into my head.
“Ha! ha! ha!- He! he! he!- a very good joke,- an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo- he! he! he!- over our wine- he! he! he!”
“The Amontillado!” He said.
“He! he! he!- he! he! he!-yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.”
“Yes,” he replied, “let us be gone.”
“For the love of God, Montresor!”
“Yes, for the love of God,” said Montresor.
Then it fell silent. Now I knew it was over. My trick had not worked as planned. When a cold shiver went about me. I felt woozy, just as if I had been drunk again. When I could faintly make out the word. “Fortunato.” Then everything went black, and I saw a reel of flashbacks of my greatest moments as King Fortunato.