Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I just devote way too much of my free-time to it!
A/N: This is an attempt to turn a film parodying cheapily done b-movies into legitimate Science Fiction, like Star Trek. It's somewhat inspired by Forbidden Planet (which, as we know, Anne Francis stars in... well, got second billing in).
The song Magenta sings is Galadriel's Lament, a poem from The Lord of the Rings. It's in Quenya (the Middle-earth equivalent of Latin).
My strange friendship- and, later, romance- began with a paper cut. How odd that sounds! A week or so after I'd moved into the castle, my roommate Magenta got a paper cut whilst reading a magazine.
Because of this, I learned something very interesting.
"Sod it," she muttered, as the cut began bleeding.
As one would expect, the paper cut only mildly annoyed her. Out of mere politeness I decided to help her find a Band-Aid for it. When I moved closer and actually saw the cut, however, I began to panic.
"Magenta! Are your sick or something? Your blood… its green!"
"Obviously." She looked almost amused at my reaction.
"But, blood is red… isn't it?" I asked.
She sighed. "Iron-based blood is red. My blood… it's copper-based. Copper-based blood is green."
"Really?"
Magenta chuckled. "Really. What would you say if I were to tell you I'm not from England after all, but a small colony on a planet about 14 light-years away?"
"Is that the sort of thing you're likely to say?"
"Well… its true," she replied with a sigh.
"Wow!"
We stood there in silence for a moment.
"I probably shouldn't have told you all that. I'm too truthful for my own good," she said.
"Well, I probably would've been more freaked out if I hadn't known. At least there's a real reason that you're blood is green."
She chuckled. "That's also why we wear all that makeup. To hide the green tinge of our skin."
And that's when I found out that my hosts were aliens.
15 Years Previously...
Magenta Morbius, age 10, awoke with a start to the sound of an alarm. Something was definitely wrong. Red lights on the ceiling were flashing. The girl got out of her little bed and ran across the room.
There was a door that led to her father's room. She opened it… yet soon realized that the small room was totally devoid of life-forms.
To her horror, the ship began to shake. The artificial gravity stabilizer seemed to be failing. Things began falling of shelves.
"Daddy!" she shrieked. Where could he be…?
Over the loudspeaker, a crewmember said something about the warp core being critically damaged. That meant radioactive material could- and probably would- start leaking.
Before they'd allowed her to go with Daddy to the far away planet, Magenta had been taught what to do in an emergency like this. There was at least one 'safe room' in each area of the ship. In fact, the nearest one was right below Daddy's room. All she needed to do was hide there until someone came and told her it was over.
And so, she quickly found the trapdoor. After a moment of fiddling with buttons, she managed to open it and descend into
She wished her brother could be sitting next to her. Riff always knew what to do!
In a pathetic attempt to calm herself down, she hummed an old song. A lullaby Mama often sang before she'd died four years ago. Mama claimed the lullaby was magic. A spell that calmed you down and helped you fall asleep when you were really scared.
Of course, 10-year-olds know magic isn't real… but Magenta still sang it.
"Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen, yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron! Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier…"
Mercifully, the girl soon fell asleep. Maybe the song really was magic.
Hours later, Magenta woke up. Again.
Of course, this time she lay on the cold metal floor instead of a bed. And the sound that woke her wasn't loud and scary. No, it was her brother's kind voice.
"Magenta, wake up," he said softly.
Slowly, she sat up. "Hmm? What's going on?"
"The ship has landed," he replied with a humorless smile.
"What?"
"The ship has crash landed on a planet," he explained.
"Where's Daddy?"
"He's fine. In fact… he's one of the only survivors."
"Who else made it?" Magenta asked, now quite terrified.
Riffraff took a deep breath. "The two of us and that bratty son of the rich family. Wesley, or whatever his name was."
"What are we going to do?" Magenta whispered, crying.
"Honestly, I don't know. But it's going to be okay."
"Will we go home?" she asked softly.
"Maybe one day. Dad found an old abandoned house for us to live in while we wait. It'll be okay, I swear."
A/N: Hopefully this isn't too strange.
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