Magenta watched the small dot of Earth got smaller and smaller as they tracked off into space. Riff Raff was hunched over a large map of the universe, including Earth's solar system and Galaxy, and then our's. Magenta expected that she would be landing the castle, as usual. Her job was never the navigating by the stars; the fun, easy job. But what Riff Raff told her to do, she did. That's what their mother had told them before she had died, Magenta recalled. "Please, listen to your older brother. He knows what's best for you," her mother had gasped in her last breaths of life. Magenta shuddered, and cleared that thought from her mind. Still, Magenta couldn't help thinking that mother had been incorrect. Riff Raff did not always know what was best. In fact, he did what was most enjoyable for himself most of the times. But yet Magenta still loved him. And even sometimes, her love wavered.
"We are approaching the edges of our beloved galaxy of Transylvania." Riff Raff murmured quietly. "-Get ready to direct us towards Transsexual, my sweet." Riff Raff whispered.
"What is our story?" Magenta snapped, regretting her words already. Riff Raff looked harshly at her, but seemed to ignore what he could've done to her at the moment. Magenta feared for her life for a second, and then relaxed as Riff Raff started to speak with a gentle, comforting voice.
"What do you mean, my sweet?" Riff Raff asked kindly.
"The queen will know, once she sees that Frank N Furter is not with us, that something is up. We need a story, a fib to tell, to explain his death, or even disappearance." Magenta said simply. Riff Raff was already nodding, realizing he had forgotten an alibi. He nodded and smiled and pointed at her, saying it was a good point. "Well then?" Magenta asked.
"We can't say he killed himself, even by accidentally – that would not happen. You see, Frank would not commit suicide, he was very happy. And he would not accidentally, he was a biochemical genius, not a ditz." Riff Raff said, cringing on that earth word, 'ditz'. Columbia had said it once, and explained what it had meant when Riff Raff had been confused. Too bad Columbia…was no more. "But, I suppose that the Queen would accept the fact that…that he simply disappeared. As she knows, our enemy galaxy that we are currently at war with, Marfora, would be glad to kidnap Prince Frank N Furter in the best available time for them. The Queen is not aware, as we are, that they cannot survive in earth conditions." Riff Raff noted, happy that he was the messenger for the Queen of Transsexual. He learned many things in his travels.
"That is brilliant, dear brother." Magenta remarked, knowing it was the only thing she could say that he would accept. No questions, no possible problems with his plans unless they would mess everything up. Always be the optimistic one; for Riff Raff.
"Thank you, sweet sister." Riff Raff said. "…To change the subject, dear sister, it is a sad bout that Columbia could not come back with us to Transsexual, like we had promised her. She was a potential Transylvanian, a reformed Earthling, but too bad she didn't work out." Riff Raff spat. He had always thought that Columbia had been annoying, but his sister had made friends with her. He realized that it was the wrong time to bring up Columbia, because surprisingly, his sister started sobbing. "Magenta…Magenta…I apologize, dear sister."
"Why…did you," Magenta choked out, "-have to… kill - Columbia?!"
"She was getting in the way, pumpkin." Riff Raff said. "I had to kill her off,"
"You didn't!" Magenta spat. "It was just…you."
Riff Raff glared evilly at his sister. He took out his whip that he had taken from Frank N Furter, and slashed once at Magenta. "You'll get more whippings if you keep complaining. What has gotten into you, dear sister? Lately you are too…free. I don't like it. At all. I believe in free spirits, but you are much too…yappy. Too – emotional." Riff Raff sniffed. "I don't like it."
Magenta gasped at her brother. He had completely changed. He was asking her to be less free, less talkative and to be more disciplined and listen and do everything he said. And Magenta knew she couldn't do all of this for long. So what could she do? It's not like she could simply stand up and walk out of the ship, or walk out of Riff Raff's life. In fact, her conscience would not let her do such a thing. Her mother had told her and her brother to stick together, forever. And they were stuck, as if magically bind to each other. Bitterly, Magenta followed his next command; to start drifting south. Magenta lurched the spaceship, the castle, downward, headed towards Transsexual. As they approached it now, Magenta couldn't help but smile, even though she should have been in a horrible mood. It was home – she was home. She was…there. The beautiful scarlet purple planet sparkled like diamonds piled on top of it. Moon rocks they were, actually.
Riff Raff gave Magenta the signal to put the castle into landing mode. They would be crashing onto Transsexual soon. They would be back home, soon…and soon Magenta would be forced by her brother to lie through her teeth to someone who had taught her all her life, the beautiful Queen of Transsexual. But it was for Magenta's own well-being. She was saving herself, and her brother. She was lying, though. Soon she would be back in her old room; with her beautiful canopy bed, with the silk and leather and lace sheets of velvet patterns of raspberry red and magenta, and dark black color. Soon…soon…