Chapter 58
DIMERA MANSION
CHAD: You...you what?
ANDRE: Oh, don't look so surprised.
CHAD: How...how is this possible?
André smiled.
ANDRE: 1984 – quicksand. I fell into it during it fight between myself and Tony, and I survived.
CHAD: Tony...Tony?! That's where I've seen that face before! You look exactly like him! What? Are you guys twins or something?
ANDRE: Don't interrupt me. That was the first time that I realized that I could come back. I literally drowned in quicksand. But, within an hour, I walked out. So, I decided, why not use it to my advantage? So, I did. Over the years, I've framed John, Marlena, and Shawn Brady Sr., among other people. But, I always come back. Because I am the one true Phoenix.
CHAD: What about father? He claimed that he was the Phoenix. He rose from the dead before.
ANDRE: Father just got lucky. He made a lucky escape. Several, in fact. But, not me.
André shook his head.
ANDRE: You can kill me, if you like, but I will always come back. Because, that's what I do.
André glanced at his Phoenix ring.
ANDRE: I almost pity father. He knew from the beginning what he had created. His perfect DiMera soldier. His perfect son. The one who could never die.
André did a fancy move with his sword.
ANDRE: The Phoenix.
He backed up slightly.
CHAD: What are you doing?
ANDRE: What does it look like?
André chuckled, then he lunged at Chad. Chad put up his own sword to defend himself. Soon, the two were caught in a fierce battle.
ANDRE: So, you training has paid off.
CHAD: I may be a slow learner, but at least I do learn.
ANDRE: Oh, you've barely learned anything.
Chad swung right, and André easily deflected it.
ANDRE: It's a wonder that father allowed you to be owner of anything, with the amount of fluff in your head.
The sword fight became more and more fierce. Chad was doing his best but André was easily getting the better of him. He was pushing Chad into a corner. Chad gingerly moved back, and back. Chad tried to move back even further, but slipped and fell backwards. In his fall, he had opened up a secret compartment. He had fallen on top of a cardboard box, crushing it and revealing it's contents. It contained a black suit, ski mask, and gloves, as well as a small handful of red neckties. André stood over Chad, pointing the sword at him. He chuckled.
ANDRE: Oh, Chad.
He shook his head.
ANDRE: You have been a bad boy, haven't you?
CHAD: What is this?
ANDRE: Are you that hopelessly stupid, or is this all just a cunning act? If I had to make a guess, I'd say it was the Necktie Killer's gear.
CHAD: How did it get in here? Ben is the Necktie Killer.
ANDRE: I've no idea. You must have put it here.
CHAD: No, I couldn't have.
ANDRE: You told me you were the Necktie Killer, Chad. Don't you remember?
CHAD: No, I...
ANDRE: It was just the other day when we were having a spot of tea.
CHAD: I never...
ANDRE: Ssh. It's all right. I'll keep your secret. You can trust me, Chad.
There was a knock at the door.
ANDRE: Come in.
Harold walked in.
HAROLD: Sir, you have a visitor.
ANDRE: Thank you, Harold.
André put down his sword and followed Harold out to the main room, where Andrew was waiting.
ANDRE: How can I help you?
ANDREW: André DiMera?
ANDRE: Yes. And who might you be?
ANDREW: I might be any number of people. As it happens, I am Andrew Donovan, legal aid and business partner of Aiden Jennings.
Andrew handed André an envelope.
ANDREW: You've been served.