Greetings, readers...or, lack thereof. I wrote this story a few years ago, when I first saw the movie. It's one of the few stories I've actually finished. So...seeing as how I was only twelve when I wrote it, it's not the best-written story in the world. I've gone through and fixed some things, and please, for the love of all things Holy, don't base this story off my future works. I'm much more well-versed now than I was back when I first wrote this. So...yeah, if I ever get to publishing other stories, they will be much better (and longer) than this one.
Anyway, I don't own anything, except the plot. So don't hurt me, por favor. Have fun!
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Prologue
"I killed Frank..."
These three simple words decided Riff Raff's fate- imprisonment, and most importantly, execution. In her fit of rage, she- meaning the High Queen of Transylvania- would have killed Riff right then and there, in front of the whole planet, if it had not been for the restraint provided by the Royal Guards.
And the Law.
The Law stated: Trial First, Imprisonment Second, and Execution Third.
Of course, the Council of Transsexual found Riff Raff guilty in almost nothing flat; it had indeed been the shortest trial in the history of forever.
Now, as Riff sat in his dark, cold, damp cell, chained to the wall, execution a mere six days away, he strained his memory to five years ago, when it all began...