Disclaimer: The concept is not mine; I have spun off from The Rocky Horror Picture Show and created my own knock off sequel. I do, in fact, intend on creating the songs that you will read. They will be acapella until I can get a full band.
"This is more than some silly roll of film," Says the Criminologist. "Before me, my father once told you a tale of a couple. A couple that could hardly say anything dirty, much more than do it." She walks around her office, ceiling fan making a click with each rotation. "Just as it has been said before, 'Darkness has conquered Brad and Janet'. However, this is a different tale."
The woman sits on her desk, globe in lap. She gives world a good swirl. "Here, is Earth… The human race, here, has been given birth. We sure have proven we're more trouble than we're worth. Don't you think it's kind of funny how we give in so easily? What's funnier is the perception of us…" She points to herself. "We are women, and we are done in… We take your blame, we take your shame, and we give you us in return! What are we to you?"
We leave The Criminologist to meet a young girl with mascara on her cheeks. "Look here you… you… man!"
The man with a buzzed head of black hair smirks and leans in the doorway that the girl stands outside of. "Is that the best you got, woman?" He laughs a strong cackle. "It's not exactly my fault, Lorraine that I've caused you pain… Maybe I'm sorry… If you're lucky!" The girl frowns at his statement.
"Well John, If ya want me gone, all ya haffta do is say it! There's no need to delay it!" She looks him up and down. "You sicken me!" She spits on his foot and storms away.
The man catches up to her. "Just like your dad, you're a nut, and like your mom you're a slut! So don't blame it on me that you're all messed up!"
"How could I blame you honey? Blame you for what?" She looks down. "I'm not a slut, John…" She looks up at him "Where do you even get that?"
He smirks and props his arm on the wall beside her. "I dunno, I needed a rhyme, babe." She stares at the tattoo that extends the length of his forearm; it is
"Don't you dare! Don't you call me babe! That isn't my name anymore… 'Babe' is now an ear-sore… I don't live here anymore! Your tacky apartment is an eye-sore."
"What happened to the part where it's all okay? What happened to my line where I kiss you and say: 'I love you…'?" John questions her with worry.
She straightens up. "Next time, keep in mind that scripts are subject to change due to change over time!" She snakes out from under his arm. "I'll get my stuff while you're at work, John."
"Not if I got your key, Raine. Not if I got the way in, Raine." Thunder cracks outside. The two look out of the window at the end of the hall. "You'd better stay, Raine… It's beginning to rain, Raine…" He keeps chanting her name as she storms into the apartment and grabs her cardboard boxes. "Raine! Raine! You'll put down those boxes and you'll stay the night. You'll stay one last time to see that you'll stay all the time."
She put down the two boxes. "I'll do what I want, John! And now we're done!" She turns to the half dressed woman curled up awkwardly in a blanket. "Sorry, I'm leaving, he's all yours." Lorraine picks up her boxes again and leaves. As she gets on the elevator, she hears John chant for her to return.
She holds back the tears as she pulls out her cell phone. "Daddy, pick up your phone. Daddy, please be at home. Mommy, I need you, too. Daddy… Mommy…"