The
thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he
ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my
soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utte---
“What is wrong with you? Talk,” The
furious Officer Joe shouted.
“All right, calm down.” I replied
impatiently.
“Enough talk. What happened to the
victim two years ago?” The curious Inspector Brian asked as he ate his
sprinkled-strawberry doughnut.
“Just give me a minute.”
“We’ll be right back,” They went
outside of the investigation room.
Now where was I? Oh yes, Fortunato, that
scoundrel.
It was about dusk, one evening during
the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He
accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much.
I said to him --"My dear
Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day. But
I have received a barrel of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my
doubts."
“WHERE ARE THE BARRELS!?” A guy
wearing blue shirt with “P” screamed and ambushed our conversation.
“THEY’RE NOT HERE! Go somewhere else.”
I replied with madness.
“Fine then.” He ran off to the carnival
and sought for his “barrels.”
“Now like I said before, I have a
barrel of what passes for Amontilad—“
“Wait,” Fortunato stared with his beady
eyes, “You say that the Amontillado is real so that you can lock me up in the
death chamber while I’m drunk?”
“Uh, no…”
“Great, let’s find this
Amontillado.” He was so eager to find the Amontillado. As he took his first
step, he immediately fell.
I slap my face with regret. Then I
carried him to the Wayne Mansion. I fired all the attendants except for Alfred
for I have trust in him.
As I arrived at the mansion,
Alfred was there, waiting with the tea my mom makes.
“Alfred, I’ll be down stairs,
making the archive.”
“Of course, sir, I’ll keep that
in mind. Let me remind you there are still chambers that haven’t blocked yet.
So I recommend caution as you go.”
“Thanks, Alfred.” I thanked him
for reminding me and so I continued to do what is right for me.
As I carried Fortunato within
the catacombs, I heard a rumbling and tumbling from first chamber. It became
louder and louder. Then an adventurer wearing a brown leather jacket with the
whip attached to his jeans walks down from the chamber to the other.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” He shouted
as he was holding a weird relic around his arms. The rumbling became stronger
as the boulder chases him endlessly. Then the rumbling stopped and I continued
to walk towards the death chamber.
As I arrived at the death
chamber, I put Fortunato down on the ground to make sure everything was in
place.
“Amontillado,” he said.
“Yes, Amontillado,” I replied
as I was preparing the bricks.
“Amontillado,” he said once
more.
“Yes, I know, Amontillado,” I
replied yet I can’t handle his annoyance any longer.
“Amontillado,”
“SHUT UP, BEAR!” I grabbed
him and locked him with chains for the annoyance by presence of naivety.
I left him there for good and
cover the death chamber with bricks. I wish that I will never see the existence
of his face again.
“Hey, you have a visitor.”
Officer Joe disturbed my darkest thoughts as he brought the visitor.
It was Doc Brown, my old
classmate from the high school years.
“Morning, Montresor. I see
you dilly-dally this morning.” He said.
“Yes, I did, my old friend.”
I replied with a tinted grin.
“Hey, Monty, I have something
for you.” He handed me a letter.
“A letter?” I didn’t ask who wrote it. My
mind was blown as I read it from someone I hate the most.
“Someday, your death
will cost a fortune,”
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