Friday March 13

It has been complete, I have buried alive Fortunato. What fool, I have given him plenty of chances for him to go home. He was feeling kind of sick so I told him to head home, I really want to kill him when he is perfectly healthy, if he is sick then some of the killing has been done! But he refused, so I had to continue with my plan. As I was building the wall to enclose him in the niche, I felt a bit sorry, I mean he is my friend. I cant just leave him in there can i? well actually I can! Ha-ha, he deserves it, he should have seen it coming. As I lay the last brick, I waited to hear if he was going to yell and scream and all I heard was the sound of his bells on his hat he wore. Now the sound’s of those bells keeps ringing in my head ring ring, ring ring. Well, all I have to say for Fortunato is In pace requiescat.

Thursday March 12

Oh hello all, hello! I have gotten the perfect plan! I will meet up with Fortunato at the carnival tomorrow, tell him that I have found a pipe of amontillado, he won’t resist! Then as we go towards the palace I shall get him drunk, we will continue walking until we begin to wonder in the catacombs. Once we get to a niche I’ll tell that poor soul that the amontillado is right in there. He will go in and I will chain him in there. Then build a wall and trap him inside alive! Ha-ha! Yes, I am going with this plan, it is perfect! What a perfect plan, I shall finally get my revenge. Oh how sweet tomorrow is going to be, I am having butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I cannot contain my excitement for tomorrow.

Wednesday March 11

Greetings all, I have finished watching The Soprano’s and another idea hatched. I will get Fortunato drunk, tie a cement block around him and throw him off the bridge! Ha-ha yes! I have seen it done on the Soprano’s and I think it will work for me too! But wait what if he doesn’t drink enough? What if he tries to fight back? Or even worse, what if I get caught before I commit the murder, surely I will never get my revenge. He will then runaway and if I am finally released from prison I won’t ever see him again. My mind hurts with all these thoughts running in and out of my head. All of my previous plans seem to have flaws, but this plan has something I might consider building off of. I will get Fortunato drunk, but I am not sure how to kill that fiend. The mere thought of Fortunato makes me want to throw up; never again I’ll come in second once he is out of the way, never again. Ha-ha now please excuse me this 12-pack of bud light won’t finish itself.

Tuesday March 10

Good day to you all, today I am extremely excited! I know this plan will work this time. Fortunato loves wine and his favorite is amontillado. So why not poison a bottle and give it to that low life scum. It’s a perfect plan; he will never see it coming. No, no, no! For what Fortunato has done to me I want to see him die, I want to do it myself! I will never forgive him for what he has done to me, that no good friend! I shouldn’t even call him a friend, the fiend! That evil man, never again shall I hang out with him. I want him dead! And this plan just won’t work, I want him to suffer before he dies and this shall not do it. He needs a death so evil, so wrong, and so painful; it brings me excitement just saying these words. To you my fellow readers, I am brewing a plan soon.

Monday March 9

Now that I have established that it must be my own actions which bring me justice, I have considered a possible solution to it. His wrongs to me have been like a fire, slowly burning me until it is too much to bear. This feeling I must make him feel that feeling as he slowly feels his flesh being burned, and his life stripped from him. Yes, a fire should do quite nicely, that will make him understand. Imagine his surprise when he awakes in the dead of night encircled by walls of flames, unable to get out. Of course, the fire must start in his cellar where he keeps all his wine. Let all of it be the fuel that feeds the flames. With all that fuel it will spread quickly, and he will have no chance of escape. Fire will also burn all the evidence, and ensure that I am not connected to it. Though, there is just one problem with this method. The inferno would kill more than just Fortunato, and thus would not be true justice. Killing the others would detract from the meaning of his death, he must die alone, knowing that it is I who does it to him. There must be a way to achieve this, but that method eludes me as of yet…

Sunday March 8

It occurred to me as I was thinking today that I lack the skills and experience to do this task alone. Then it occurred to me that there are people one may hire to do this sort of thing. I have even heard that they will courteously tell the victim the name of the client before death. In this situation I would have perfect immunity to connection with it, and Fortunato would understand who it was that wished his death. Yes, a hit-man seems to be the perfect answer, professionalism and efficiency all in one. Though there is the nagging feeling that something is wrong, or rather that it doesn’t seem quite right. He must die that is true, though I am not so sure anymore, whether I do not want to do this myself. If it is not of my own doing can I really say that I have redressed his wrongs, which he did to me on his own. No. I understand more clearly now that an assassin is not a true option. Then what is it that I am supposed to do, how am I to have justice.

Saturday March 7

During the day I have had many thoughts of how best to do away with Fortunato. Another method I have conceived that may be able to kill the man I despise most. It would have less chance of my being caught and I may be able to still make him understand why. This plan though, must be precise, so I must write it out. Again during the festival, using the confusion and drunkenness as my aid, I would call Fortunato from my cell phone and ask him to meet me at a predetermined place. Once he arrived there I would reveal to him my thoughts at the wrongs he has given me, and then I, being at a building overlooking that spot would shoot him. Of course it would have to be a rifle with a scope and a silencer so that none will realize the deed until it is too late. I could then go home and say that I was nowhere near the place of the murder, dispose of my gun and materials, and no one would be the wiser. Though again, this plan gives me an uneasy feeling, as if I am forgetting something. …The phone of course, the phone records could be accessed and the purchase of the gun as well. This plan too falls short, apparently I must do more thinking on the matter, or else it will fail.

Friday March 6

I know what I must do now, but how to do it, that is the question that must now be answered. There are so many ways to kill him and yet I must find the way with which I am to kill him, for this cannot be a random murder, it must be justice. Hold on…I have just had a thought. During the upcoming festival, Fortunato will undoubtedly attend and will undoubtedly drink. Furthermore, there will undoubtedly be large crowds. These things I may use to my advantage. For in this festival I may personally end Fortunato with a knife. Yes, a knife is good, he will understand then who it was who wanted him dead, and he will die unable to call for help in the noise of the crowd, which I may then lose myself in once he is gone. Yes, this plan will do. But wait, once the body was found, they would obviously investigate his death, which might lead back to me. Should I be caught justice would be undone. It cannot work, I must find some other method, a method which will ensure justice and have no chance of being undone or found out. I must think some more on this matter.

Thursday March 5

That incurable ass!! Fortunato you backstabber!! You insult me openly when you think I’m not around! This is not something that I may forgive so easily. I can not idly take such abuse any longer. Something must be done, but what is there that I may do that can aptly redress all the grievous wrong he has perpetrated against me. Insulting him in turn perhaps, defaming him. But no, that is not something that will properly right these insufferable wrongs. Humiliation perhaps, but no, that too is insufficient. What can I do that will fully right the wrongs he has committed? What is it that will still his tongue. From ever uttering word against me again, from ever wronging me again? Wait…wait, that is just it. I know no what it is that will properly redress his wrongs. It is very simple, I must kill Fortunato.

Wednesday March 4

I am a man with patience, and I can, no, I have endured a thousand injuries, all at the hands of the same man. With regards to that man, Fortunato, I have put up with these injuries and abuses all in good faith, always thinking that it cannot be his intent. Yet I am at my wits end as to how many times this will yet continue. At first he seems incognizant of it, and yet there are times when one may clearly see he is. The hurts he has caused me over the years I can bear, but it seems to me as if he laughs at me behind my back and makes light of me. His past deeds are as nothing, but if he insults me behind my back, then it is a much different story. I must find how out how he truly views me, by whatever the means.