Disclaimer: I own nothing Rocky Horror, it belongs to the almighty god by the name of Richard O'brien. Riff's POV, I'm tending to do a lot of these lately.
I sighed. I just couldn't do anything that would make her feel better. Again I tried asking,
"Magenta, what's wrong?" But she didn't answer, again. She wouldn't answer. She wouldn't do as much as look at me. "Magenta, please," I said again. She didn't respond.
She had been crying for what seemed like hours, probably had been too. I just couldn't get her to tell me why she was upset and that worried me to no end. We had never kept secrets from each other, but now, now she wasn't telling me anything when all I wanted to do was help her.
We had left Transylvania a mere four days ago, but I'd already asked if that was what was bothering her but, of course, I got no answer. I'd asked if she was starving herself, I asked if the Earth's sun was hurting her, hell, I even asked if it was her time of the month, I asked if she was pregnant, I asked if she was upset about leaving all her friends behind, but to all I got no answer. I really, really wanted to help her through whatever crisis she was going through, but she wasn't being helpful, she wasn't giving me the information I needed, she was being stubborn.
Finally, after what seemed like another five hours Magenta looked up at me, tears streaming down her face. Seeing her so hurt and vulnerable was unbearable. I immediately closed my arms around her in a hug so I wouldn't have to look at her crying face, so I wouldn't have to feel anymore pain for her than I already did. Just the feel of her crying against me, and feeling the wetness on my shirt that her tears made was enough to make me tear up. But I had to stay strong, now was not a time to be weak. I had to stay strong for my beloved Magenta. I rubbed her back soothingly, trying to get her to calm down. To my great surprise and relief, it actually worked a little bit. Magenta started stuttering.
"R-Riff! H-H-He F-F-F-Fr-Fra-Fra-Frank h-h-he-" I shushed her by pulling her gently away from me and kissing her lips softly. When I pulled away I wiped her tears away. Her mascara had smeared in thick, dark lines down each side of her face. I embrassed her in another hug.
"There there, it's okay, it's okay. Tell me about it later, but calm down for now." I said running my hand up and down her back. This seemed to somehow upset her more. She burst into tears again.
"N-No t-time." She stuttered.
"What?" I asked, I could hardly understand her.
"The-There's n-no t-t-time le-le-left." She tried to rephrase her previous statement.
"Calm down so I can understand you." I said. Magenta was almost starting to hypervenilate. She bit her lip and nodded.
After another half hour or so Magenta had finally calmed down. She was still shaken up quite a bit but at least she'd stopped crying and could talk in full sentences now. We were sitting on my bed when she reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly but briefly. Her hand lingered upon mine. Unmoving, just lying there.
"Riff," She whispered looking into my eyes. I looked deep into her eyes and saw worry and confusion.
"Yes, Magenta?" I asked. I knew whatever this was, it had to be really serious for her to have that big of a breakdown for that long.
"Riff, you're in danger. We're in danger." She said looking sadly into my eyes.
"And what do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I mean -" She paused and took a deep breath. "I mean that Frank has given me a choice. The choice was to be with him, to be his lover, or, if I were to refuse, he would kill you." She said softly. I could see the deep worry lines across her forehead. Frank sure had shooken her up.
"That's not a choice. It's more of a threat." I said.
"I know." She answered. "And I can't be his lover, I can't! I won't! But if I refuse he'll kill you." A tear slid down her cheek as she said the last sentence. I caught it midway with my thumb and brushed it away.
"Please," I said. "Don't start crying again." I was begging her. Begging her not to cry. That's how much it hurt me to see her hurt.
"What am I going to do?" She asked quietly. Fortunately enough I had the answer. As painful as it would be in reality, it had to be better than my death.
"You're going to accept his offer, that's what you're going to do." I told her, my eyes tearing up. I didn't have to be strong anymore. "You're going to accept his offer so you won't have to feel the pain of losing me. We can still be together but it will have to be in secret. All I ask is that you don't get too caught up in it." I said. A few tears slid down my cheeks. Magenta wrapped her arms around me in a hug and rocked me back and forth. I buried my face in her hair and cried into her shoulder. Her soft, smooth hands ran up and down my back in attempt to comfort me. I should have been glad she was here, but knowing that I'd have to share her with Frank soon ruined those chances. I had a right to be upset, and so had she.
"I'd rather be dead." I heard her mutter. I pulled away from her absent-minded but loving grip. I hastily wiped the tears from my face.
"What?" I asked. I looked right into her big puppy dog brown eyes. She looked into mine and repeated,
"I would rather be dead than having to go through with this, Riff." I couldn't believe my ears. Was she joking? Surely not. I stared at her face and tried to find any sign that she was lying. Any hint that she was just messing around. I didn't find any. Her face looked very solemn.
"I'm not lying, Riff." She said as if she'd read my mind. She probably had. She could do that sometimes. It was rather odd, actually.
"But, Magenta! That's totally absurd!" I said. She was being totally irrational at this point in time.
"Is there any other way to do this without us being in misery?" She asked. To that I had no answer.
For once I was lacking a response at a time when it was most needed.