Stories of mine

Cask of Amontillado Alternate Point of View

This is Edgar Allen Poe's cask of Amontillado written from an alternate point of view (Fortunado), I in no way own the original story only this rewrite.
It was in the middle of the night during the carnival when Montresor came up to me. What all he said to me is lost, but I do remember through the drunken haze I remember him claiming to have a pipe of Amontillado. "How? Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!" I really should've known right then that he'd been lying through his teeth, Amontillado was especially scarce during the carnival, which I should've known, being such a huge connoisseur of wines and spirits.
He talked about asking Luchesi to tell whether it was Amontillado or not, which incited me to go with him, because everyone knows that Luchesi isn't able to tell Amontillado from Sherry, and I told him so.
We ended up in his family vaults rather quickly, I ended up with a bad cough as we made our way through them, my cap bells jingling, and every so often stopping for a drink of the spirits lining the walls of the cavern. As we walked along I can remember pieces of the conversations we'd had, he told me about his family's crest and their vaults, he was also a mason if I remember correctly, which should've warned me of something being off, especially with the trowel he showed me. We continued on through the vault and down towards where I assumed the Amontillado was going to be. As we went down the tunnels the flambeaux Montresor was holding began to dim. At the end of our path, a smaller crypt appeared in the style of the Paris catacombs on three of the four walls, the bones of the fourth lay strewn on the ground haphazardly, there was a dark recess in the wall without bones. I lifted the dim torch as we reached the recess to possibly see the pipe of Amontillado. I walked unsteadily forward, and soon found my path blocked by a wall of stone. As I stood, bewildered, I found myself fettered to the wall which had blocked my path, while I had stood, paralyzed with shock. In my muddled mind I heard Montresor talking about the nitre along the wall, as well as a short speech about something. "The Amontillado!" I exclaimed shocked, "True, the Amontillado," he replied.
As soon as those words passed his lips he threw back the bones, revealing what I assumed to have been stone and mortar, as soon after he began walling up the recess I'd been shackled into. Row after row I watched him build up, the intoxication of the spirits ingested along the way, as well as the shock wore off for the most part, and I let out a low moan, due to the pain in my head, I rattled the chains for several minutes in a feeble attempt to escape them as the third and fourth tiers were laid. I watched as the fifth, sixth, and seventh tiers were laid, the wall up to my breast, as I saw the rays of light reach into my prison I let loose several shrill piercing screams, and I saw the light disappear for a short amount of time, and as I continued to scream another voice seemed to join me, although louder and stronger than mine were. Soon after my screams died out the echoing screams died out as well.
The eighth, ninth, and tenth tiers were laid; and a small amount of light leaked in through a gap in what was left of the eleventh tier. I began laughing, a spine-chilling laugh that if I hadn't been there myself, I wouldn't have been able to believe it had been me making such a noise. I was panicking, "Hahahaha," I laughed, "A very good joke indeed, an excellent jest!" I said with growing desperation as my breath shortened and quickened. "We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo, hehehe, over our wine, hehehe," I said, hoping desperately that this was all just a big joke, and we'd go back to my palazzo, and drink wine and laugh about the entire experience. "The Amontillado!" he exclaimed. "Hehehe! Hehehe! Yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."
Slowly, I could feel the lack of air and my quickness of breath getting to me. As I heard him reply, "Yes, let us be gone."
"For the love of God, Montresor!" I exclaimed, my vision fading to black, as the blood pounded through my ears, and my breathing finally began to slow, although at an alarming rate, just barely I thought I heard someone calling my name, and as I tried in vain to reply, I saw light in the last hole to be fitted with a rock, my head slumped against my shoulders, the bells on my hat, from what seems like oh such a long time ago, jingling as my head came to rest on my breast. The last thing I can ever remember hearing while alive being the sound of the last stone being fitted into place in the last tier as my breathing became laboured and my thoughts became sluggish, I felt my spirit leave my living body behind for good.