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Riff Raff cautiously crept down the stairs, going so far as to hold his breath. He remembered just in time that the third step from the bottom creaked whenever stood on, and he jumped soundlessly onto the one bellow. It was dim down in the hall, but what else did one expect from the planet of eternal nigh? Though it didn't help that the lights were switched off, and the thin curtains were closed tightly. The loose, peeling wall paper fluttered as Riff Raff brushed past, and a small mouse skittered across the floorboards. Riff Raff hoped that Magenta didn't find it; the secret zoo containing her 'pets' was already getting quite over crowded.
Riff Raff poked his head around the door before proceeding through to the lounge. His father was still where they had left him last night, sprawled out on the sofa, wrapped up in the holey blanket Riff Raff's mother had draped over him. Riff Raff felt as though his heart was in his throat as he reached the front door and gripped the handle. This was where he was usually caught. Ever so slowly, he opened the door and took a step outside.
Once he had closed the door with a soft clink, Riff Raff ran to the crooked gate, and looked up at the window. Magenta was leaning on the windowsill, waiting for his confirmation that it was alright to come down. She nodded when she saw her brother, and flitted off to make her own escape.
"Good morning, brother" She whispered after closing the door. She held both of their tattered bags, offering Riff Raff his as she reached him.
"Good morning" Riff Raff replied.
Even though their mother had swore black was blue when her children had asked if they had the same father, Riff Raff and Magenta both knew that she had probably been lying. They didn't look alike at all, and Magenta resembled the brute lying on the sofa much more than Riff Raff did.
Riff Raff was taller and stick thin, with a gaunt face and baggy blue eyes. His hair was blonde, often stringy because of his neglect to wash it. Magenta, however, was small and slightly curvy. Her eyes were huge, a beautiful pale green. Her hair was a vivacious red, emitting in a poof from the top of her head.
"We had better go before they realise that we're gone" Riff Raff said, opening the gate for them both. Magenta bit her lip, suddenly looking a little hesitant. Riff Raff tried to keep the irritation that he felt out of his tone, "What is it, sister?" He asked.
"I feel bad, Riff. We can't leave mother" She said.
"She'll be fine. But we have to leave, Magenta. We just can't stay here anymore" Riff Raff explained.
"We'll get caught again" Magenta said.
"Lets not be so negative" Riff Raff held out a hand, "Please, Magenta. You know that I'm right" He begged.
Magenta looked back up at the house that they had tried so many times before to escape. In her heart she knew that her brother was right. Besides, they had planned it all so carefully this time. There was no reason why they shouldn't get away successfully. Magenta turned back to her brother, and took his hand. She gave him a reassuring smile. "We had better go before Frank thinks we've changed our minds" She said.
Riff Raff held her hand tighter. They left the unkept garden and went out onto the street. Nobody was awake yet, the mailman wasn't even due his rounds for another hour. Their hearts pounding, the siblings started to walk quickly to their destination.