The castle landed on Transsexual with a large bump. Magenta took her hands off the steering wheel and turned around in her chair. Riff Raff was standing before a long mirror, brushing dust and ash off his Transsexual uniform, which he had been wearing when he murdered Prince Frank N Furter. When Riff Raff saw Magenta was staring at him quizzically, he simply told her that they were going to see the Queen, and formal dress was required on landing day. Magenta nodded and stood up, flattening the wrinkles on her silver dress.
"Okay, then. Lets go." Riff Raff said, kicking open the door of the castle. People were already gathered in a large circle around the castle, because everyone had been waiting to see Prince Frank N Furter. Only a couple of people waved to Magenta and Riff Raff, because these messengers and servants were not popular, they were simply there. People knew them, but only as those who waited on Prince Frank N Furter. They quickly walked up the red carpet that had been set up, where they saw outside, on her low balcony, the Queen was sitting and looking amused. When she saw that only Riff Raff and Magenta approached, she didn't look as ecstatic, but she was still smiling.
"Hello, Magenta…Riff Raff…" She said, shaking their hands as they offered them forward. "-Where is my boy, my Frank N Furter?" She said, peering behind him, as if he was goofing off and hiding in a bush, about to jump out and say hello. She smiled and looked up at them, as if for an explanation. It was time to start the fibbing.
"I have some unfortunate news." Riff Raff said quietly. To Magenta, she was surprised to hear the whole cheering crowd behind her silence at those words; because she doubted they had even heard them, but Magenta listened on, standing quiet and still. "-You see, when we were on Earth, Frank N Furter liked to break the rules and run around outside, where earthlings could easily see him. One morning, when Magenta called for him to come back in and eat his breakfast, he was missing. He wasn't there, and no trace of human feet could be traced. He might've run off, but we expect he would've come back. This leads Magenta and I to believe that, since earthlings were not to be traced, it must've been Morforas, who kidnapped Frank N Furter." Riff Raff said, looking sincere and unhappy.
The Queen was now frowning completely. "Riff Raff…if you…if you think this is funny – don't lie to me, you are a Transsexual resident, and I know when you are all lying. You were born a Transsexual resident…" Riff Raff and Magenta had to try and hide their smiles. They had been born, both Ridian residents, and then moved to Transsexual when they were very young, by their mother. The Queen would not be able to tell them if they were lying.
"My Queen…I wish I was lying and there was something to find. I cannot find Master Frank N Furter, and it saddens me deeply…I will be sending five armies to Marfora tonight, of course." Riff Raff stated. "Anything else you would like me to do, my Queen?" He said, kneeling before her and bowing once. Magenta followed his lead.
"My poor boy! …They might be torturing him…Yes, I-I sentence you, Riff Raff and Magenta – to one night in Coraff," Riff Raff and Magenta shuddered. That was the Transsexual planet jail, but only one night – they'd be able to survive and they'd have some scent of happiness when they came out. "For not keeping a close enough watch on Prince Frank N Furter!" The Queen said, sobbing into her handkerchief. Riff Raff and Magenta nodded and bowed, making their way slowly over to the guards that were standing on the sides of The Queen.
The guards grabbed the back of their hands and received orders from the Queen. The Queen had her own language with the guards, so Magenta and Riff Raff didn't understand their fate in Coraff. The guards then dragged Magenta and Riff Raff along to the back of the large castle in which The Queen stayed. There was Coraff, that dark and evil jail cell. Magenta couldn't help but think that the Queen was overreacting. She had always complained how Frank N Furter wouldn't stop wasting all his nice formal outfits for normal affairs. Whenever he wore leather and fishnets without a classy occasion like a party, The Queen would scowl as he walked by. Magenta wondered why The Queen still worried about her 'poor boy'.
Finally, they were thrown in the darkest cell of all, with only one window, which faced the setting sun. They could see the setting sun, but by some magical substance, they could not see its reflection of light in the cell. Perhaps that was the purpose of this god-awful cell. Riff Raff walked over to Magenta and put his arms around her. Magenta sobbed quietly. She hated the darkness, she liked light, happiness. Just like Ridian…Magenta found herself missing her old planet very, very much. She couldn't stand for the … for the awful cell, and what torture might come in the morning, before they were released.
…But nothing came.
Before Riff Raff and Magenta could understand it, the cell doors were opened, and they were flung harshly out of the cells by the same guards that had dragged them into the cell. They were then dragged up to the castle and into their separate servant rooms. Magenta sighed and lay down on her bed. She looked up at the ceiling and gasped in a huge breath and shivered. It was so cold…but not in the room, in her heart and in her mind. Last night she had feared for her love of happiness and sunshines. She had feared that they would be yanked forever, as one of the torture devices that Riff Raff had made. To think – if Riff Raff would've been punished with his own creation…it would've been terrifying to watch.
There was a knock on the door. Magenta stood up and opened it, rubbing her eyes. It was Princess Fiametta, (Copywrite Lindsay.) Frank N Furter's sister. She was crying, hard. She ran in and hugged Magenta, her good friend. Magenta patted her back. Magenta felt like smashing something. She had caused this – she was the reason that Frank N Furter was dead, and Fiametta would never see them, because he was not kidnapped. He'd never be back. Never…and it was all her fault…
NO! She stopped herself. She couldn't blame herself. Riff Raff had shot him. They had agreed that they would take Prince Frank N Furter back, but Riff Raff had had his own plans in mind, and Magenta could remember herself asking him why he had killed them. Why…why he had been so stupid, such a lying…dirty…bastard. They could've taken Prince Frank N Furter back, and everything would've been better, and happy. But now…now nothing was happy, nothing was good. Fiametta was crying…Magenta's best friend…crying.
"…Do you - really think that-that- Marfora…took him?" Fiametta choked out, sobs wrenching between each word. Magenta nodded sadly, looking away. She couldn't tell Fiametta the truth, but she couldn't lie to her through words. All Magenta could do was nod and try and make her feel better – but what would make a sister feel better? Fiametta had dearly loved her brother. And now her brother was missing. No, cut the crap, Magenta! Magenta thought to herself. Prince Frank N Furter would never see his dear sister Fiametta ever again. Fiametta would never see Prince Frank N Furter – because he was dead! And Riff Raff had killed him!
