Ten Little Indians
Cluedo:
Quote from: steelguy;1168740
Ah yes, the days when slapping a hysterical woman was considered acceptable practice.
And she'd thank you for it. :smt120
You're one of the fastest updaters I'm reading at the moment, well done! I haven't actually read the original story, are you doing your own narrative, taking it straight from the book, or somewhere in between?
I'm liking it, anyway, if I haven't made that clear. :happy8:
Yes actually, I am taking lines and such directly from the book, but like any adaptation of something, I'm throwing in some of my own movements and lines that were not in the book.
For example:
Dr. Armstrong slapping Vera was in the book.
General MacArthur did not play chess with himself in the book.
Some of the stuff I write is also inspired by a couple of the film adaptations as well.
Basically, the alterations I make are little creative touches that don't drastically change the story itself. All the character's names are from the book for example, and the conclusion I give at the end will also be from the book.
One other thing I do is take important lines and event(or even the not so important ones) and throw them in to occur earlier or somehow fit it in with something else so that I don't have to write so much.
Cluedo:
It was time for breakfast. Once again, everybody was gathered in the Dining Room eating the first meal that hadn't been prepared by the servants. Although the meal itself was rather odd. Everybody was so polite.
"May I get you some coffee Miss Brent?"
"Miss Claythrone, another slice of bacon?"
"My, this meal is delicious!"
Six people, all self-possessed and normal.
And within? Thoughts ran around like squirrels in a cage.
"What next? What next? Who? Which?"
"Would it work? I wonder if it's worth trying. If there is time. My God, if there is time..."
"Religious mania, that's the ticket! Just looking at her you can hardly believe it...Suppose I'm wrong though..."
"It's crazy..everything is crazy! I'm going crazy! Yarn disappearing...red towel going missing...It doesn't make sense! I can't get the hang of it..."
"Damned fool believed every word I said. It was easy. I must be careful though...very careful..."
"Six. Only six of those statuettes on the mantle. I wonder how many there will be by tonight?"
"Who will have the last egg?"
"Marmalade?"
"Thanks. Can I give you some potatoes?"
Six people behaving normally at breakfast.."
Astral Faery:
Great! More, more! I want to know what happens next. Whoisit whoisit whoisit? Don't really answer that, lol. I guess I'll just have to wait for the next update like everyone else. Nice job!
Cluedo:
The meal was now over.
Judge Wargrave was the first to speak,
"I think it would be advisable if we all met in the parlor in..say half an hour or so."
Everybody sounded in their agreement.
"I'll clear away the plates," Said Blore.
He began to gather them,
"I'll help you clean up in the Kitchen," Offered Vera.
"Thanks."
Miss Brent began to get up.
"Oh!" She exclaimed and began to wobble.
"Is anything the matter?" Asked the concerned Judge.
"I'm sorry, I would like to assist Miss Claythorne and Mr. Blore," She apologized, "But I'm feeling rather...giddy."
"Giddy eh?" Wondered Dr. Armstrong, "Quite natural, could be delayed shock. I could give you a.."
"NO!" Suddenly burst Emily like an exploding shell.
Dr. Armstrong's face turned red.
"Just as you like, Miss Brent."
"No..I don't want to take anything. I will just wait for the giddiness to pass. Perhaps I ought to sit outside for some fresh air."
"Perhaps that could be arranged," Said the Judge.
They led Emily Brent outside where there was a bench for her to lie down on in the shade. It was close to the scene where Rogers was killed, but she didn't seem to care.
"You can rest here and wait for you giddiness to pass," Advised Judge Wargrave, "Don't forget to join us in the parlor in half an hour."
Emily Brent looked at her watch.
"Yes..yes...I understand," She replied.
"Are you sure you want to stay out here all by yourself?" Questioned Vera, "It's rather risky.."
"I have nothing to fear Miss Claythorne," Answered back Emily Brent coldly, "So long as I have God to protect me from the demons."
With that said, everybody else departed, leaving Emily all alone...
The giddiness was passing...now she was feeling drowsy...like she could use a long nap.
There was also a buzzing sound...or was it a real buzzing? Presently she saw a bee crawling along her lap. Vera Claythorne had talked about bees this morning, she recalled.
Bees and honey.
Oh she loved honey. Honey in the comb and you could drip it through a muslin bag....drip, drip, drip....
First she smelt it. A dank smell in the air. Then she felt it. A very sharp sting on the side of her neck....ohhh it went deep.
Oh God did it hurt! At first. The dripping wouldn't stop though. She felt the liquid dripping down the side of her neck. Somebody was next to her...all wet and cold...she smelt the dank smell of the drowned girl...BEATRICE TAYLOR!
Emily Brent jumped up. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't breath. Her face was puffing up all horrible and purple. She tried to run..but she couldn't feel her legs. She was falling.....all around her swarms and swarms of bees attacked in a horrible frenzy!
Then...everything went black.
Cluedo:
Half an hour passed and everybody was in the parlor. All except for Miss Brent. Lombard was seated at the piano, and appeared to be trying to plunk out the melody to "Ten Little Indians", but of course, he was no pianist.
"Six....little...Indian boys...play..ing..with..a .....hive," He said slowly as he played, "A bumble...bee...stung one of ..."
Vera covered her ears.
"Oh please don't do that Philip!" She cried, "Such a horrible song!"
"Yeh, do you have to do that?" Asked Blore, annoyed.
"I've been studying Mr. Owen's little scheme," Said Lombard turning to Blore, "As we know, Mr. Owen is only going to kill us off as long as it fits the verse, as Vera mentioned before."
"Which means," Said Dr. Armstrong, "Rather than when we are in a group, he will knock us off when we are off guard and alone!"
"Miss Brent!" Vera cried suddenly, "I think I ought to go fetch her!"
"Stay where you are Miss Claythorne, Commanded Judge Wargrave, "I think we ought to give her a moment or two. She may be just recovering."
"Hang on, I have a thought Judge!" Exclaimed Blore suddenly, getting up, "I don't think we have to move an inch further to be able to see who the murderer is. Why I believe she is one sitting outside this instant. I swear my oath she is the one we are after!"
"And the motive, Mr. Blore?" Asked Wargrave raising an eyebrow.
"Religious mania!" Proposed Blore, "What do you say doctor?"
"It's quite possible," Admitted Dr. Armstrong, "Of course we have no proof."
Vera shuddered,
"She was quite odd in the Kitchen this morning. She helped out, then left in a hurry..."
"Oh come now!" Burst Lombard, "We can't judge her by that! We are all getting a bit off our heads now, don't you think?"
"Of course, none of know the story behind her crime," Reminded Wargrave.
"That's not exactly true," Admitted Vera, "She did tell me her story yesterday..."
Wargrave turned to her,
"What did she tell you?"
Vera repeated the story behind Emily Brent and her drowned servant, Beatrice Taylor.
"Hmmmm..:" Mumbled the Judge, thinking, "A perfectly straightforward story. I have no trouble accepting it. Tell me though, did she feel any remorse or guilt afterwards?"
"None what so ever," Said Vera, "She was completely unmoved."
"Heart of stone, I see." Chuckled Lombard.
"Crazy old religious maniac she is!" Insisted Blore.
"She's had more than enough time," Said Judge Wargrave, "I think it's about right that we all go and fetch her."
Everybody got up and moved towards the door...then suddenly something caught Vera's eye.
"Judge! Blore! Doctor! Philip!" She cried, "Look!"
Sure enough, another Indian statuette was missing...and then there were five.
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