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Columbia was cold. Shivering. Numb. Eddie was gone, murdered by a psycho bastard that she used to love. She hadn't stopped crying since she left the lab, since she saw Eddie's blood, a trail of bright crimson that led into the cold storage room.
She curled up into the foetal position, hugging her knees to her chest as tears began to fall from her eyes faster. Her sobs became audible, echoing throughout the empty room. She was alone; with nothing but bitter-sweet memories to accompany her.
Magenta stumbled along the blackened hallway, one hand bracing her against the wall and the other clutching at her bleeding neck. Riff Raff had came onto her again, after tormenting the Master's latest creature. The sick pleasure he got from torturing others transferred into violent arousal in his body. As Magenta, being the domestic, was always the closest person around, he took out his sexual frustrations on her; leaving her with another bruise to hide, a cut to heal. And a scar to remind her.
She saw the door to the room that she shared with Columbia appear from the semi-darkness. Sighing in relief, she quickened her pace, the blood that was flowing beneath her fingers was coming with less speed now; and she sighed again. Reaching the door, she quickly and silently opened it, slipping inside to pitch darkness. Magenta removed her apron, wadding it and pressing it to her bleeding throat. When she heard it.
Columbia's cries were soft, but audible. She was hurting, Magenta could tell that much. Eddie. Of course. The Transylvanian dropped the apron and walked over to Columbia's bed, out of memory, crawled beneath the covers alongside the crying Earthling and wrapped her arms around the slim waist. Columbia initially stiffened at the touch; as in all the time that she had been living at Frank N. Furter's castle, she had never seen any affection shown from the domestic. But she melted into the touch, pressing her body against the length of Magenta's. A soft kiss was pressed into her hair, and she heard a faint whimper as her hand accidentally brushed the wound on Magenta's neck; a smudge of sticky blood coating her fingers.
And in that moment, she realised that Magenta needed comfort as much as she did.