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André DiMera
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Well, everyone, here it is. The first chapter of the story "Murder & Trains" loosely based on "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie. This will be partially in story form and partially in script form. Hope you all enjoy:
It was nearing Christmastime. Chistmas is always a happy time in Salem. Everyone gets together and decorates the Horton Family Christmas Tree, and has a big celebration. However, this year, things would be a little bit different. This year, almost everyone in Salem was going on a trip. They were taking a train ride to New York to visit Kimberly and Shane, whom had just moved out to New York City. Even dear Alice had gotten on the train to go up to the Big Apple with everyone. It was going to be a wonderful Christmas. It is rather unfortunate, however, that the man known as Trent Robbins was also on the train. He had been around Salem for quite some time now, but nobody liked him. They all knew what he had done to Max when he was younger. However, they would try to ignore that fact and make it a happy Christmas...
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TONY: I don't like him. Not one bit.
SILVER: Who's that, then?
TONY: Barrabus, My uncle.
ANNA: Why don't you like him?
SILVER: Yeah, daddy. He seems nice to me.
TONY: It's just, seeing him brings back too many bad memories.
SILVER: Of your father?
TONY: Yes, If you can call Stefano that. Technicaly, I'm just the love-child of my mother and the gardener. However, yes, I was referring to Stefano.
SILVER: Well, maybe Barrabus is different.
TONY: I can only hope he is. But knowing what I know about him, I doubt it.
***
Speaking of Barrabus, he was just getting situatied in his compartment. He had an almost-private room. The only other person in there was a young girl, about 15 or so. She had long, blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes.
BARRABUS: What are you doing here?
GIRL: Why wouldn't I be here? It's almost Christmas. I want to spend it with you.
BARRABUS: Why not spend it with your father?
GIRL: As you very well know, my father is dead. And, in his will, he said that you are supposed to take care of me.
BARRABUS: True. Very true. Well, this should be an interesting Christmas.
GIRL: Anyway, I was just thinking about this girl I saw as I got on the train. Teh one with brown hair and blue eyes.
BARRABUS: That would be Silver DiMera, my dear Skyler.
SKYLER: She's pretty, isn't she?
BARRABUS: Yes, she's a nice girl. But you should be wary of how close you get to her.
SKYLER: Why?
BARRABUS: You don't want her to know the truth, do you? I mean, about who you are.
SKYLER: I suppose not.
BARRABUS: Right. Now, unpack your things. We have a long ride ahead of us...
It was nearing Christmastime. Chistmas is always a happy time in Salem. Everyone gets together and decorates the Horton Family Christmas Tree, and has a big celebration. However, this year, things would be a little bit different. This year, almost everyone in Salem was going on a trip. They were taking a train ride to New York to visit Kimberly and Shane, whom had just moved out to New York City. Even dear Alice had gotten on the train to go up to the Big Apple with everyone. It was going to be a wonderful Christmas. It is rather unfortunate, however, that the man known as Trent Robbins was also on the train. He had been around Salem for quite some time now, but nobody liked him. They all knew what he had done to Max when he was younger. However, they would try to ignore that fact and make it a happy Christmas...
***
TONY: I don't like him. Not one bit.
SILVER: Who's that, then?
TONY: Barrabus, My uncle.
ANNA: Why don't you like him?
SILVER: Yeah, daddy. He seems nice to me.
TONY: It's just, seeing him brings back too many bad memories.
SILVER: Of your father?
TONY: Yes, If you can call Stefano that. Technicaly, I'm just the love-child of my mother and the gardener. However, yes, I was referring to Stefano.
SILVER: Well, maybe Barrabus is different.
TONY: I can only hope he is. But knowing what I know about him, I doubt it.
***
Speaking of Barrabus, he was just getting situatied in his compartment. He had an almost-private room. The only other person in there was a young girl, about 15 or so. She had long, blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes.
BARRABUS: What are you doing here?
GIRL: Why wouldn't I be here? It's almost Christmas. I want to spend it with you.
BARRABUS: Why not spend it with your father?
GIRL: As you very well know, my father is dead. And, in his will, he said that you are supposed to take care of me.
BARRABUS: True. Very true. Well, this should be an interesting Christmas.
GIRL: Anyway, I was just thinking about this girl I saw as I got on the train. Teh one with brown hair and blue eyes.
BARRABUS: That would be Silver DiMera, my dear Skyler.
SKYLER: She's pretty, isn't she?
BARRABUS: Yes, she's a nice girl. But you should be wary of how close you get to her.
SKYLER: Why?
BARRABUS: You don't want her to know the truth, do you? I mean, about who you are.
SKYLER: I suppose not.
BARRABUS: Right. Now, unpack your things. We have a long ride ahead of us...