The Cask Of Amontillado II

By Tom O'Daniel.


9/13/12






"So here I sit, explaining to you my nature. I caused the twisted fate of a man, and it was never heard of until today. It has been fifty years since Fortunado's mistake, and I will never let the nightmares wake." I wasn't sure if I was in the right by telling this to my deer friend Latimere. He did not look scared and he did not look week, but what he did show, showed he was hurt.

"Why would you do that? You knew it was wrong, and you kept it a secret, for oh so long." He did not look happy. He in fact, looked furious. Him and Fortunado knew each other from their days in school.

"I'm sorry I told you, will you still be my friend? Or will you be like Fortunado, and have a frightening end?" I said seriously

"I will not speak with you henceforth, for you have lost my trust, and if you feel the need to kill, go away, and take your lust." He said with a brief burst of anger. He left the room immediately. I was a bit curious what he would do. From what I had observed he has a quiet personality. He wouldn't dare tell another soul.

I grabbed my cane and left this cottage.

The thoughts of Fortunado began to fester in my head as I quietly walked to the seller of my house. I noticed something very strange about the door in the back; It had been open for a while. The last time I was inside of my seller, was when I buried Fortunado. I do remember closing it. I know I closed it.

I grab a hold of my torch, and begin into the catacombs. Things had changed so much. The walls were cracked, and there were cement drippings on the floor. Did I clean the tool that I used to build the wall? I couldn't remember. It was a while until I reached Fortunado's wall. My heart sank when my eyes spotted it.

The bricks had fallen, and the cement was not dry when they did.

I walked to the wall to examine what lied behind, and what I found is haunting. "Gods love has not fallen in my favor, and I have failed my task. Fortunado has escaped, from the unbreakable cask." I started to shake uncontrollably. What had happened that was so wrong? I put the last brick in, and it looked so sturdy.

I forgot something now that I think about it. Something was imperfect with my plot, and I don't know what. Fortunado, still walks with a heart full of blood, and a body full of life. But where he was, was a mystery.

I couldn't stay down here forever; I had to return to my home. I tried to get to sleep, but every time I started to doze off, I would wake. I wanted to feel the peace I had felt before, but somehow the paranoia was too much. Fortunado would surely try to get revenge. But why would he wait this long? Why would he pretend to be dead or 50 years? None of this made any sense, what so ever.

Eventually I got back to sleep, and I had the most horrible nightmare. In the nightmare, I awoke to Fortunado standing above me. His words haunted me.

He said calmly, "You had tried to kill me, and you have failed. You were too drunk yourself, and left the key on the ground. So my deer friend Montressor, here is to your long life," He sips from his glass, "and for the love of god, sleep sound."

*Sometimes my dreams feel so real, that they seem like reality. And sometimes, reality feels like the most horrid dream.*