Back in the Body
Disclaimer: I own Mina because she is my very own brainchild, even though her name has been stolen from Bram Stoker and his wonderful Dracula. I do not, however, own Frank or anything else RHPS. So there.
"For the sake of history," Mina said out loud to herself in answer to her silent question 'Why?'
The wind had picked up and Mina felt that she could have been wearing a cotton pillowcase for all the protection her coat was giving her from the rain. She could not feel her toes, and her fingers had officially reached Ice Age status. Mina was having a hard time convincing herself that history cared all that much about this crazy, abandoned Dracula castle in the middle of the countryside.
Fate seemed to be going out of its way to make it as difficult as possible for Mina to simply get to the damned place. First there had been the bum tire for which she did not have a spare, then tripping in that rut in the road and loosing her glasses in the dark and mud. She didn't need them that much, but still. Now what had previously been an irritating drizzle had become a full out storm. Mina had already been through her list of vicious swears several times and had been reduced to simply grumbling angrily.
After what felt like and eternity Mina suddenly came up against an imposing looking iron gate, open just a crack. Rust covered its surface and soggy vines clung to every inch. A large sign hung at an odd angle several feet from where Mina stood.
Enter at your own risk!
Mina clucked her tongue at the sign in an effort to make it feel ashamed of its ridiculous message. This place was totally harmless; it had been abandoned for at least twenty years, maybe more.
Still, Mina fumbled for her camera with slippery fingers and snapped a couple of pictures. She squeezed through the gate, glad that she did not have to try to rusted stiff hinges. She squelched through the mud up to the house itself, her patience thinning as she lost one of her shoes in the stuff. Luckily the door opened with little effort on her part, keeping her from becoming even more frustrated and becoming as dangerous as she was capable of being.
The room beyond was in shambles. Cobwebs ruled the place with an iron fist, their kingdom spreading from the limbs of fallen chairs to the elaborately carved wooden banister. Rats scurried across the floor in a desperate but futile attempt to get out of the place. Mina raised her camera again and took several pictures of the uninviting décor. She then proceeded to pick her way across the room to a door on the opposite end. At the very moment that her hand touched the doorknob, a strange sensation shot through her body, as though every vain in her had been injected with a warm, sugary milkshake, if milkshakes had been any good when warm. Because the sensation was good; almost sexually so. She was left with a strange feeling in her head; dizzy, but at the same time very grounded.
"Oh god, finally!"
Mina jumped and spun around wildly, expecting some kind of ghost or demon. The room was empty. Her heart pounded in her throat. She had heard the voice speak as though it was right next to her, deep and nasal with a strong British accent. Her mind was screaming commands like "Run!" and "Get out of here!" interspersed with expletives Mina did not even know she had stored in her brain, but her feet did not respond.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you,"
Mina was getting seriously freaked out now. Sure she had had some problems in her life, but nothing big enough to drive her insane to the point where she heard voices in her head. A frightening sound filled her ears, until she realized that it was an amused snickering.
"Don't worry, you're not crazy. At least, I don't think so,"
"Oh, thank you. So reassuring."
The laughing came back. Mina sighed.
"Yes, I'm sure this is very amusing for you, but I've got some things to deal with here, like why I'm hearing British baritones in my head."
Silence.
"Hello?" Mina said hopefully. Of course, she had been imagining it. Some vivid imagining, but she was in quite a state.
"Yes, just waiting to see if you were done."
Mina shook her head. "This is great. Just great. Would you mind getting out of my head? I have things to do."
"I'm sure you do."
Mina took several deep breaths to calm herself. Her temper sat constantly on the edge of exploding, and frustrating conversations with disembodies voices were not what she needed to keep a cool head.
"Ok, so if you aren't planning on leaving me alone, could you tell me just who the hell you are and why you're inside of me?"
More snickering. "Oh, trust me, I'm not inside in nearly the way I would prefer to be."
A disgusted look came onto Mina's face, but before she could respond the voice continued, "But as to who I am, I am quite happy to explain. My name is Dr. Frank N. Furter. Frank, if you will. I used to live in this house, until some of my expertly laid plans went horribly wrong. Not my fault, allow me to mention. And that is about all I can explain without getting into a long and involved story which I'm in no mood to relive."
"Frank N. Furter," Mina muttered to herself. "You've got to be kidding me. This is like some Science Fiction Picture Show."
"You have no idea," said Frank.
So, there's the first chapter. I actually have a vague idea of where this one will go and the Muse is actually with me this time. I had no Muse for my other two stories, that's why I will never finish them. I mean, other stories? What other stories? I do not know of this "other stories" of which you speak. Leave me alone.
Oh, and just so you know, Riff and Magenta never got off the ground much farther than we saw in the movie. They crashed back down and proceeded to die. Just thought I'd tell you now 'cause I'm not sure I'll be able to explain it in the story.