Disclamier: Nothing Rocky Horror is mine. Especially the beginning of this story. Richard O'brien sadly owns it all.

"It's astounding, time is fleeting."

"And the void would be calling. . ."

"You're spaced out on sensation."

"Not for very much longer."

"The blackness would hit me."

"You're lucky, he's lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky! HA! HA HA. . ."

Her sweet laughter faded back to my memory. Who knew that the night of the three murders would be the last night I heard my beautiful sister's laughter?

Not me, that's for syre. Yet, it was I who prevented her from laughing ever again. What went wrong?

That night was going so well, we were free. What happened? Why'd she turn on me?

It was Columbia's fault. . .all this was Columbia's fault. . .

As soon as those Earthlings, Brad, Janet, and Dr. Scott left, Magenta started to bark at me for killing Columbia.

"How could you! You killed Columbia! You promised she'd return with us! Riff, you promised! You said you'd only kill Frank! Columbia was my best friend and you killed her! How could you Riff? How could you?"

"With the way you're going on about this," I said. "I'm starting to get the feeling that you loved her!" I said.

"That's because it's true! I did love her! I'm Transylvanian, are I not? Transylvanians can have more than one lover."

That hurt me, that right there hurt more that death itself would, probably.

"You're just another version of Frank!" I saud hurt, angry, and upset. "And to think I loved you!" Without realizing what I was doing I aimed the lazer at her.

"Riff, you know I didn't mean it like that! I love you! You just, it's akward, especially now, with all these murders. I can't take it." She obviously din't know what she was saying. Just like I didn't know what I was doing.

Her eyes widened.

"Riff, don't!"

"Ever think that I don't want you here?" I asked. But it wasn't me. It couldn't have been me. It was my anger talking. Then I did the unthinkable

I pulled the trigger.

Time seemed to slow down.

I saw the lazer beams fly at Magenta.

I saw the look of horror and disbelief on her face.

I saw the tear that slowly slid down her chee as the lazer beams hit her in the stomach.

I saw her crumple to the ground.

Dead.

"I'll never do anything to hurt you, Magenta."

"Not even if I hurt you first?"

"Not even if you hurt me first."

I had broken that promise. That promise that had been kept for 17 years was broken.

Who's fault was it? I can't decide. Or maybe I'm just in denial.

Maybe it was the thought that I couldn't bear of Columbia having what was rightfully mine.

The thought of Columbia's eyes upon Magenta's face, her hand upon Magenta's, her lips caressing Magenta's skin.

I can't bear that thought even now, when they're both dead and never to return.

Maybe it was the fact that I didn't know - then or now, if Magenta had done anything with anyone else behind my back. Besides Columbia.

Or maybe it was my fault for being paranoid.

Magenta was right after all.

I did say I was only going to kill Frank.

I'm not sure.

One thing I know, is that after everything we've been through, Magenta never did anything wrong.

Nothing was ever Magenta's fault.

Magenta was never to blame/

Everything was everyone and anyone else's fault.

Everything except. . .

her own death?