I DON'T OWN THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO RICHARD O'BRIAN. COLUMBIA WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER AND I WISH SHE HAD GOTTEN A HAPPY ENDING.

April 2, 1975. Denton, Ohio. 3 days before the events of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

It was just another average night for Ricky Campbell. He was over at his best friend's house and they were doing what they always did at the time of the evening: spying on the incredibly sexy Mrs. Sarandon.

"Oh, here she comes." Ricky said as he handed the binoculars they were using to his best friend: Barry O'Brian

"You've had a long day at work, slip into something more comfortable." Barry said as the lady began to undress.

"Damn, she is smoking hot."

"Could you imagine having sex with her?"

"That would be so awesome." Ricky replied as he took back the binoculars as Mrs. Sarandon began to do stretches.

"I am really happy with my life right now." Barry remarked as he watched.

"I know right, things turned out great for us." Ricky agreed as Mrs. Sarandon began to bounce her massive breasts.

"Holy shit." Barry shouted as both boys watched in wonder. They had never before seen such sights. Mrs. Sarandon then got herself a martini.

"Does God like, have a crush on us or something?"

"She has to be into it. That is the only logical explanation. She knows we are watching her and she likes it."

"I mean, it would explain a lot."

"You know what you should do, you should open the window and whistle to her." Ricky nodded as he stood up, opened the window and let out a long wolf whistle. Suddenly, Mrs. Sarandon noticed them and began to choke on the olive in her drink.

"Oh shit, I guess she didn't know we were watching her after all." Ricky said as he sat back down. Mrs. Sarandon was trying desperately to remove the olive that was lodged in her throat.

"What the...what's going on...is she... is she choking?" Barry asked as Mrs. Sarandon fell on the floor in a fit.

"What do we do?" Ricky asked in fear. "Should we call someone?"

"I don't know, this has never happened to me before." Barry said as Mrs. Sarandon finally stopped moving.

"Oh my...is she...is she dead?" Ricky whispered.

"She might be, I don't know." Barry remarked as her husband walked into the room.

"Oh shit, this is bad, this is bad. Here's the husband." Ricky stuttered as Mr. Sarandon tried to revive his wife.

"Maybe he can...wait, no, she is dead as a doornail." Barry remarked.

"What are we going to do?" Ricky asked. Barry backed away from his friend.

"What's this we stuff?" He asked in return. "You were the one who whistled at old lady Sarandon. Looks like it's the stony lonesome for you."

"But it was your idea to spy on her in the first place."

"You could have talked me out of it."

"You're right...i'm guilty...i'll never survive in the joint, they'll mop up the floor with me."

"Look Ricky, i'll tell you what. I will do you a once in a lifetime favor." Barry said. "I just got my paycheck from my job at the outdoors shop. I'll give it to you so you can get out of Denton before the fuzz figure out what happened." Ricky smiled as Barry gave him $75.

"This should be enough to get me to Columbus." Rocky said as he got up. "Thanks Barry, I owe you one man."

"You got that right, just make sure you stay out of the can." Barry insisted as Ricky climbed out the window and onto the street below. Ricky had lived in Denton his whole life. It was his home, but if he stayed, he would surly face life in prison. Thus, Ricky Campbell with less than a hundred bucks in his pockets, left Denton, Ohio. Little did he know, but this one event would change his life forever and in more ways than one, for surly if he hadn't accidentally killed Mrs. Sarandon, he would've never made it to the Frankenstein place.

RICKY IS ON HIS WAY TO GREATER AND PLEASURABLE THINGS. REVIEWS NEEDED.