Suppose there was an alternative ending to the story in which, in an ironic twist, Fortunato tricked and killed Montresor. Write a narrative essay showing
from Fortunato's point of view his plans, motives and reasons for his doing so.
Hurry Please

I had to do this, I couldn't die to Montresor, he said it wasn't a joke he had planned to kill me. I would never see my wife again, I had to make a plan. I pulled on the chains I had given up on earlier, using my weight to my advantage I was able to bend the chain links, sweating and having my feet slip on the dusty floor it finally gave away. There was only a one stone gap left, I still had the chains on my wrist's I began to shake them so he would look inside. I began to howl and scream as loud as I could. Seeing his hands grab the ledge of the small space left, I trudged as fast as I could with my drunken state.

I hastily  grabbed Montresor's trowel through the one stone gap, "H-how?" He stuttered as he struggled with me. I tried to speak but my throat being so raw from screaming for hours. Montresor's fingers slowly slipping as his strength was disappearing, with a quick maneuver I had one hand on the trowel and one on Montresor's wrist. His eyes going wide, as he began to let go; I had the trowel on my  tip toes I  slid my hand higher up on his arm. My hand on his bicep he started to struggle with such aggression I had to drop the trowel, grabbing his arm with both hands.

"Please-e don't, it was simply a good joke for carnival!" Monteros grunted out.

"There is no wine here, your a liar Montresor!" I spit back at him. I pulled him up, making his feet lift off the ground holding his coat I bent down and picked up his trowel. His eyes widened I swung wildly at his head. He screamed, making my ears pop, again and again I swung hitting almost every time. he pushed with almost no strength, I steadied myself and swung this time hitting my own hand. I dropped Montresor and the trowel, holding my hand I staggered backwards. Montresor groaned, I heard him try to stand up, failing each time with a thud.

I couldn't let him get away, he would tell the whole carnival, picking up the trowel I began to work feverishly at the bone wall. I made a hole big enough for me to squeeze through I saw Montresor on the ground, laying in a pool of black blood. I picked his soulless body up and pushed him through my hole. Throwing the trowel in the room with him, I let my arms fall to my sides with the chains making a deathly rattle as I began to walk away with Montresor's blood on my body.

c, to compete

b. the 200th birthday of the united states