Disclaimer: Rocky Horror and all characters are created by the lovely, and godly Richard O'Brien. I am not Ritz, but oh, if I was…
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He didn't understand why Magenta needed her, why she was so upset when he accidentally -well, he thought it was accidental- shot her, and the earthling went tumbling to the floor. He could still hear her shrill cry, protesting the death of Frank-N-Furter, but if he was feeling anything-he really didn't think he was –it was unexplainable. At least, he felt no emotion for the girl called Columbia, like his sister obviously did. The house was flying past the planet called Mars, and the two of them had Time Warped, let their euphoria out, before reality sank in.
He knew she was still in the theatre room, crying tears he did not comprehend, for the little red headed groupie. He had cried too, but it was for the Master, or what the Master had meant to him. The prince had curls, and expressive eyes; while he, Riff Raff, had been balding for several years, and had eyes like cold puddles. He was stuck with a knotted back, thin lips, a droning voice. Frank-N-Furter, well, Frank was everything he was not. He was Riff's envy, he was the hero.
Creeping back to the room where the deaths had taken place, he could hear his beloved sister's soft moaning. Her eyes would be red by now; with little black streaks from the make up she loved. She was more alive than him, while he needed just her, she branched out, made friends, slept with Transylvanians she thought he didn't know about. She was the only one he could imagine being with, the unfortunate times with the Master…well, those would be packed away in his complex mind.
It made no sense to him, why his sister wept for the girl. It was a complete mystery he wanted to solve. But how? Science, mathematics, thick volumes of Transsexual literature where devoured by him whenever he had time, but he still could not figure out emotions. It was just him and his sister now, hadn't he finally won her? Couldn't Magenta realize that he was the only one who could truly love her? 'Maybe in time,' he thought, feeling the pang of jealousy he could no longer lock away. Columbia was his envy; she had a place in his sister's heart.
"My sister…" he stood five feet away from her, ignoring that the heels were hurting his feet. He ignored the way she cringed at his voice, ignored how she held the corpse tighter.
"I did not…mean, for this to happen."
He could not see her face, but she softened, tears ceasing. She let go of the groupie, her golden space suit slightly stained from the pool's water. Standing up, Magenta did not look up as she walked over and fell into Riff's arms, the sobs beginning again. Holding her close, wiping the black smudges from her eyes, she still would not look at him. But he knew, in time she would, because it was only them two.
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I dunno where I was going with this, it looks like rambling to me. You?