A/N The sequel to Dear Diary is here, Revenge of the Dead Queen. From Magenta's POV this time! I hope you enjoy this one! I'm going to do something like I did on the back story. Song of the day! Yes. This is what I shall do. Especially since I listen to music when I write. And in honor of his birthday today... It just doesn't feel like he could be seventy-two.
Today's song: Imagine by John Lennon. (You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one... I hope someday you'll join us, as the world will be as one.)
"Riffy tried to kill me. The whole planet of Transexual thinks I'm dead."
"What?" Columbia and her maid... Child... Thing looked at me.
"My Riffy tried to kill me. And he told the people I was dead." I looked her in the eye.
"Why would he think you were dead?" We both glanced at the little girl.
But I glared. "Excuse me, but I don't think I caught your name."
"My name is Sophie. I am her servant." She bowed. "It's nice to meet you, my queen." I bowed back, out of habit.
"Charmed," I growled out, and turned back to Columbia. "I don't know how, he must of been high with fury, because he had stabbed me, but missed all but one time, and he only made a small scratch. My funeral is being held soon. Closed coffin. Of course. I swung by Nattie's, and Cosmo said he could make a fake me convincingly enough, he should be finished by now." I laughed viciously.
"But if the people see you, won't they know that you're alive?" I snorted, and deepened my voice. I walked over to the desk in the corner of the room, sat down, and threw my bags into a pile on the other side.
"Well, little piece of sanity Sophie, I have the fixation for that." I pulled out my computer, and opened it. "I have a few pairs of earplugs, Sophie, Columbia. Grab a pair. I'm going to use the mind control again." Collie helped Sophie put her earplugs in. I started up my computer, typed the codes, and started talking. "Hello Earthlings. This is going to come as a little bit of a shocker." I laughed again, and sang the twenty note tune, then started talking again. "There has been an incident on Transexual, it seems the king thinks I am dead. So if you see me, you need to think I am dead too. I know it will be hard to forget this hair," I gestured to my hair, "or this face," and then my face. "But you have to. I am dead." I waved, and closed the top. I nodded, and they took the earplugs out. I laughed. "They should think I'm dead now."
"Can I see that?" Sophie's grubby little hands came out.
"Sure." I handed the computer over to her. She was mesmerized. She reminded me so much of Pat and Ciffa... I suddenly remembered them. "I should call Nattie, she has the twins."
I walked into the hallway, past the desk, where the women smiled. "Excuse me? What's your name?"
I turned to her. "Oh, I'm Magenta."
"Oh, that's a shame that the queen died so young." I faked looking like I was mourning.
"I know, isn't it?" I smiled sweetly at the lady, and it seemed to cheer her up. I stepped outside, and called Nation on my mobile I brought from the castle. "Nation?"
"Hello? Who is this?" I squinted my eyes. The moon wasn't that bright.
"Magenta?" She paused.
"I'm sorry, but didn't the queen die?" There was a silence. "I'm just joking. We all put ear plugs in." I let out my breath that I had been holding since I said my name.
"Really, it broadcast there too?" I could hear one of the girls murmur.
"Yeah, it did. The twins really miss you..." I smiled.
"I bet they do. When can you bring them?" She sighed.
"You know my answer. Why I wouldn't let you take them in the first place. When you and Columbia settle down, and live somewhere more stable than a motel room. It's about them. Not you running away from Riff Raff. You want their life to be-" I groaned.
"We will... It just... Takes time. I only died today." I chuckled softly.
She laughed. "Oh, Janet went into labor. I thought you should tell Columbia that. She says she'll come down with Stiletto and the twins, to let Columbia meet little Sonny. Or Columbia could come now, if you're fine with being alone." I nodded to myself.
"That's nice. Tell her that it's okay, we all have done it." I paused, trying to suck my words back in. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I have Scarlet, and she's all I need to keep me sane. And I think she is bonding with the twins, they seem to like each other. They've not known each other for a month, but they seem to."She laughed.
"Well say hello from Mu-" I heard one cry. "You need to go now, so bye, tell everyone I love them." I sighed.
"I will, and I'll see if I can console Riff." I looked at the phone.
"Right. Bye." I hung up, I knew she couldn't of heard me, and leaned against the wall. My Riffy, who tried to kill me. My brother, the love of my life, who just gave it up at the thought of me being unfaithful. And he was perfectly fine with me being with Columbia. He thought I was with De Lordy... I wouldn't even think of it. He was threatened... Maybe because it was another man? Maybe he thought Columbia was a fad. Maybe he thought that was how we expressed affection, I mean the closest to a friend he had was me. But that doesn't change anything. The cut on my stomach wasn't deep, but it ran all the way across it.
"Want a cig?" I looked over at the woman beside me.
"You get much business outside the motel?" She laughed, in her deep voice. But this one was a woman.
"Please. Rooms on the first floor are ours. Our pimp owns the place." I nodded my head up.
"You know that queen?" She rolled her eyes.
"Look. I'm a Heterosexual Magenta. From your galaxy. And when I heard the first note, I plugged my ears. I knew what you were trying to do." She laughed. "Well, I don't. What happened?" I lifted my shirt. "Oh, that shit bites." She lit her cigarette. "Brother do that?" I nodded. "At least you'll stop getting death threats if you're already dead." I looked her in the eye.
"Okay. This is the only offer I'm giving you. How many diseases do you have?" She laughed.
"I'm smart, honey. I don't have any." She snorted.
I smiled, and turned to her. "I will provide lodging for one year. I will give you clothes and food. I will provide everything you need. You'll be like my child. However, if you do not get a steady job, or if I catch you doing drugs, you're out." She looked at me for a second, and put out her cig on the brick wall. "All I need is your ID. The thing that proves you're from Heterosexual." She nodded quickly, and looked at my watch. "I would like to take you in. I've always liked the ladies of the streets. I was friends with a lot of them back in America." She nodded.
"I..." She ran off to behind the hotel. She came bag with a small backpack. She ruffled through it, and found a passport.
"Colette Austin. Female. Five foot four... Eye color brown. Hair color black." I looked up at her and snorted. "Age-" She jerked it out of my hand, and I smiled at her. "You've passed the test. Get your bag." She led me to where he was currently. "Hello?" He glared at me. "This bitch is mine now. How much 'ou want?"
He looked at me. "This one? The bad one? Fuck. A hundred twenty. Maybe less." I opened my clutch and handed him a hundred wad, and a twenty. He laughed. "You just made the worst purchase of your life." I nodded.
"I can change 'er." I hit her on the side of her breast, and she squeaked. "Need to do something 'bout that."
"Damn girl. You ever need a job, get my number." He waved us off.
We walked back to the hotel, and got her a room. I helped her sort her things into things that were in the good pile, in the bad pile, and in the burn pile. "And you're okay?" She nodded. "Okay." I walked out, and back into Columbia's room. "Janet is having her baby. Nattie said you could go, I can baby-sit little Sophie here."
"Really! Thank you!" She jumped up, and kissed me on the cheek. She ran over to the bathroom, and I felt the transducer fire up.
"You used to be the queen?" I sat down on the chair, and I rolled over to the bed.
"Yeah." I smiled. "I did. I can't really be now."
"I heard that your husband was your brother." I raised my eyebrows, and she just looked innocently at me.
"Yeah. Where did you hear that?" She traced the pattern on the duvet with her finger.
"The people that my mummy gave me to." My heart softened a little.
"Well, it is true, he is my brother." I nodded my head.
"Why?" My eyes squinted slightly at her.
"Do you love anybody? Or anything?" She was silent for a moment, and I closed my eyes.
She took a sharp breath in, and my eyes shot open. "The lady that took care of me mainly. After my mum gave me up."
"Well, I used to feel to feel like that about Riffy, except so much stronger. We have two babies together." Her tiny little blond brow furrowed. She messed with the frill on her dress.
"You used to feel like that?" I laughed, and grabbed a little bit of my frizzy hair, pulling it. A bad habit from my teenage years. It was better than the almost faded scars on the underside of my breast, and the hidden ones on my arms. Whatever. I cut to deal with pain, Riff used morphine. In retrospect, we were both stupid, but teenage years are times to make mistakes. Unfortunately, as my scars started to heal, his addiction didn't, he started to get more and more thin, and lose hair. I made him quit when I got to the castle, but Frank wouldn't rewrite his song. Riff is forever stuck waiting for his "candyman."
Sophie touched me, and snapped me out of my thoughts. "Yes. I had to come here beca-" She breathed out hard.
"I heard you say he tried to kill you." The fluffy little girl was gone now, and I was stuck back with the little maid I first met.
I laughed. I was going insane. I couldn't even feel the regret that I should "Yeah. He did."
"I've heard worse." She smiled at me.
"Like what?" She blushed and looked down.
"A lot of dirty words, how babies are... Formed..." A grin broke through my red lips. "A lot of mean things. And the man who the lady tried to have babies with, he would smell really weird and hit her. She never would let him around me." The grin vanished. If Mum could of been like that to Riff and I.
"Well, you won't have to worry. As long as you are with Columbia and I, you'll be safe." She grinned.
"Can I call you Genta?" I laughed, and spun the seat around. I hitched my legs to either side of the back.
"What?" She giggled.
"Well, Columbia said I could call her Mum, Collie or Coco, but she said to ask if I can call you Genta." I shook my head. That girl...
"Only if I can call you something." She came closer to me.
"You are. My real name is Sophia." I thought for a moment.
"Fine." I smiled. "Genta, Collie, and Sophie."
"Cool." I laughed. "Do you have pictures of the kids?"
"Yeah." I pulled out my billfold. "These are them."
I smiled as her eyes widened. "This one looks like you. Does this one look like your brother?"
"Yeah. This one's Patricia, the red headed one, and this one's Pacifica, the blonde one."
"Those are nice names." She sighed, and gave me a hug. "Thank you, for making me feel better." She laid down, and I laid down beside her.
"You're welcome. How old are you?"
She yawned. "I'm six." She closed her eyes.
That caused me to yawn. "Goodnight Sophie."
"Night night Genta."
Okay, so, if you don't like this writing format, tell me. Because frankly, I don't like writing like this. But "All dialogue needs to have actions with it," yada yada yada.