Disclaimer: I do not own hold ownership to any of the characters from 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' the dear Richard O'Brien does. Though, I do own Ava and a few characters within the story. Please review, I would love to hear from you all.
Chapter 2
A Picture Worth A Thousand Words
Frank gazed out his chamber window and towards the glistening moon in the distance. His makeup had been completed and his attire had changed to that of a glimmering red corset, black panties, and fishnets. Memories flashed before him, but his mind was too fogged and drunk with power that he was no longer able to understand their meanings.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Magenta slip into the room until she called out to him.
"Master?" she asked slowly, an icepack to her cheek. "I just wished to give this to you."
Cautiously, she extended her left hand and placed a small envelope within his grasp. Not another word was spoken as she left the room and allowed Frank to be alone with his thoughts.
He sighed painfully before slicing open the letter with his pointer finger and pulled out a fading photograph that held two smiling faces squished beside one another in an affectionate manner. Frank was on the left while Ava sat beside him, kissing his cheek and flashing her engagement ring. The two seemed genially happy.
"A-Ava?" he whispered slowly, as he gazed at the no longer fictitious memory.
And within a split of a moment, all which had happened since her leaving, came rushing back to him.
"Ava, love," he cried out remorsefully as he dropped to his knees and began to rock himself painfully. "Why was I unable to stop him from harming you? Please, I need you back."
His heart continued to pain as he continued to cry for over an hour. But composing himself, he stood and snarled towards the direction of the doorframe. He exited immediately and trailed about the halls until he caught gaze of Riff Raff's room and screamed to him.
"What is it, Master?" Riff Raff asked.
Growling, Frank thrust the photograph into his servant's face and grabbed grasp of his throat.
"You killed her!" he hissed. "You fucking killed her!"
Riff Raff was nothing less than furious when he came to realize Frank had retrieved the memory that was believed to have vanished long before. Though unknowing how to accurately answer Frank's question, he spat, "Yes, she's dead."
Another sharp pang ran through Frank as he released his tight grasp and fell to his knees.
"Kill me," he whispered slowly. "You must do it once the floorshow has come to its end."
"Master?" Riff Raff asked in a sense of astonishment. Did he truly love the girl so much as to die for her?
"KILL ME!" he screamed. "Then you may return home. I can live without her no longer."
Allowing a sigh to escape his lips, Riff Raff lowered his hand atop Frank's shoulder and nodded slowly.
"I don't wish to do so, but I have been left under your control. I must obey your word," he sighed. "Tonight, I shall kill you."
