Fortunato: A Fictional Narrative

As I heard the low, moaning cry of Fortunato I began to grow irritated. “Montresor,” said Fortunato. “What!!” I yelled. “Please,” cried Fortunato, “Please don’t do this I am sorry I ever wronged you.” I began to become angry at these words. He is not sorry! Why would he apologize? As I kept thinking I kept hearing Fortunato cry. “Stop,” I screamed “Stop this madness!” Fortunato then stopped, he sat there staring at me, with a blank face, surprised by my outburst. “I am sorry Montresor,” he remarked “I just wish to be out of here.” “Why should I let you go?” I scoffed. Fortunato stayed quiet. “Why should I let you go?” I screamed. Still no reply. “WHY?” I yelled even louder. Fortunato seemed taken aback by my eruption of anger. I began to grow even more angry, so I sat down to think.

I sat there thinking for a few minutes about why Fortunato would apologize. Why would he think I’d let him go? I scoffed at my own thoughts. As I continue to ponder, I heard a loud crash come from the direction of Fortunato. As
As I was walking down the dark, concealed hallway I began to hear footsteps. As the footsteps grew closer, I began to grow worrisome. “Hello?” I softly spoke. “Hello,” I spoke again just a little louder. Nothing. I stood there for what felt like minutes pondering. Then suddenly, a soft snicker came from behind me. “Fortunato!” I yelled as I looked at him standing there with a sly smirk on his dirty face. “Montresor,” he replied “I see you are looking for me?” he remarked. “Oh, yes, yes I am, you must have gotten lost, let us go get our wine and forget all this,” I said thinking of a way to explain,”it was only a harmless joke!” I said as I slightly laughed. “Ha! Ha,” he erupted in laughter, “I think not!” he said as he launched towards me. In that moment as I tried to fight back, I knew I had lost. As everything was about to go black, I heard a soft voice in the distance “tu as perdu.” Then it went