The Cask of Amontillado

Amontillado the Prequel

I really don’t know what has become of me. I am very different now compared to then. He made me different. I used to be a very kind gentleman. I was little when I met him. He seemed kind at first. He seemed a lot like me. Little did I know he was going to change my life forever. My name is Montressor my last name is anyway. You don’t need to know my first name, but what you do need to know is that no one attacks me with impunity. Like I said I met him at a very young age. I was only about fourteen at the time. It was late September the leaves had begun to fall heavily. My family was attending a festival. Seeing as I didn’t have any friends I wondered around aimlessly for a while. I was in line at the concession stand when he walked up behind me. “Buona sera”, I said (Italian for good evening.) “Ciao”, he replied. I bought a gelato and turned to walk away when he tripped me and I spilled my gelato on my clothes. I looked back at him when I realized exactly who he was. It was Fortunato a boy my age that went to school with me and worked along side me in the market. His parents were virtuosos in wine connoisseurship. I knew I would have to get retribution for this. I put on my roquelaure to cover the gelato stain on my clothes. I spent the rest of the time at the festival trying to preclude him from finding me. I went home and tucked into bed preparing for my revenge on Fortunato. The next day I made the worst choice of my life. I decided that I would take my revenge on Fortunato be by tripping him in school. As I walked down the corridor I saw him coming along the opposite side. I moved in and stuck my foot out he fell and hurt his lip on the impact. I was ecstatic my plan had explicitly worked. “That was for yesterday!” I yelled back as I laughed heavily down the corridor. I regret not telling his parents about the gelato incident instead, because from that day on my life was horrible. He mocked me everyday