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The Count of Monte Cristo

We're reading The Count of Monte Cristo in class and it's honestly such a great book, so why not write a mini story on it.

That's it. It was done. Danglars, Fernand, and Caderousse had successfully gotten Dantes arrested.

Dantes had been in prison for what he thought to be 14 years, and he was already going mad. Faria wasn't being such a big help going on and on about his so-called treasure. Morrell, Mercedes, and pretty much anyone else who knew Dantes had came to visit him. Villefort still wouldn't admit to what he did to Dantes' letter, his only means of freedom. And yet, all Faria could think to do was to continue to ramble on.

It was during one these rambling sessions, that silence suddenly fell upon the very small cell. Dantes took it as Faria had just needed to take a breath and would continue until he heard a dry heaving. He had looked up to see Faria on the ground, seizing and foaming at the mouth.

"Oh, my god! My god!" cried Dantes. It wasn't the first time this had happened, though. Faria had had many fall outs before. Dantes quickly went to grab the red liquid from Faria's cell, but stopped when he felt Faria grab his wrist.

"No. I have been putting this off for too long now." Faria said, barley getting it out. "It is clear God wants me to return home, or else all these attacks wouldn't happen."

"No," Dantes cried out, "It must be because of the cells, it's not your time. Not yet."

"It can't be denied, I must die"

"You can't die. What would I do witho-" Dantes tried, but before he finished, Faria stopped seizing.

He now lied motionless with his eyes wide open. He was dead.

The next morning, when they had come to deliver his daily bread, the guard noticed the corpse and went for a doctor. It took awhile, but they had finally pronounced Faria dead.

The death pushed Dantes over the edge. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to escape. One night, through the very thin walls of the cells, he heard the plans of the disposal of Faria's body.

Dantes had gotten an idea. That night, the took out Faria's body, placed it in his cell, stripped himself to nothing, and got inside the body bag intended for Faria. He had planned to stay there and when they came to take him away he would either be buried and climb from the soil, or he would attack just before burial.

His plan had not taken the intended course, for when he was taken to the grounds he expected to be buried. He hadn't realized his fault until he felt a heavy weight clipped to his ankles. He was being lifter up when he realized.

'There will be no burial,' he thought, 'for the ocean is the graveyard of prisoners.'

Dantes braced himself for the sea. He could feel the cold water through the bag. Knife in hand, he started to try and rip open the bag, but unfortunately for Dantes, he wasn't strong enough. Dantes grew tired from all he struggling and found he could no longer move.

With one last breath, he said goodbye to his life. Mercedes, the love of his life, his father who he hadn't known died, his friends who he hadn't known had betrayed him, and life all together. He would surely miss it.

Dead. Edmond Dantes was dead.