This next chapter (and all the ones to follow) is new and has never before been seen by anyone, even the people who read this story before I edited it all. So you must read this ;)

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Haven't said this for a while; Richard O'Brien owns RHPS :)

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Columbia stood on the stool in the basement, one of the legs were missing so she tottered dangerously as she moved around. A colourful feather boa was draped over one of her arms and in her hand she held a tube of bright red lipstick. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth as she applied the scarlet to the white stone lips of Frank's statue. It had been the only way to preserve him.

Magenta made her way down the basement stairs, yawning as it was the early hours of the morning. Three thirty two, to be exact. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed as she saw Columbia.

"Vhat are you doing?" She asked.

"I can't leave him all plain like this" Columbia explained, leaning down to drop the lipstick back into the open make up bag on the floor in front of her. She returned to her position this time holding eyeliner.

"You're making an awful racket vith zhat stool clattering about everyvhere! Vhy don't you come to the kitchen and I'll make us both a hot drink? Zhen maybe we can all try to get some sleep" Magenta suggested.

Columbia studied the statue before nodding, "Okay" She hopped down of the stool and zipped up the make up bag. Then she turned and followed Magenta into the kitchen.

The sky outside was a very pale blue, the sun not yet there to make everything brighter. It was nearing the end of September and the temperature was chilly. Columbia wrapped the baggy grey cardigan she wore tighter around her and jumped up to sit with her legs crossed on the kitchen side. Magenta raised her eyebrows and sighed, shaking her head at her friend as she filled up the kettle.

"You seem to be holding in vell" Magenta commented as she waited for the water to heat up. She leant against the cooker, crossing her arms again.

Columbia shifted and picked at a piece of loose cotton, "Yeah?" She sighed, "I just wish Ella would come back. Do you think they made it?" She asked.

"I hope so. Titan knows vhat he is doing" Magenta reassured her, "Maybe they'll pop up on the monitor soon" She added

They both looked over at the monitor they kept in the kitchen, identical to the one in the living room. Ever since Titan and Ella's departure they had kept all the monitors switched on, and the volume turned up to the max so they would hear their voices where ever they were in the house, should they decide to make contact. But the screen had stayed a clear blue, occasionally fuzzing and buzzing every now and then.

The atmosphere at the farm over the last few days had been of mixed emotions. Columbia moped around and cried, her heart heavy with grief for the loss of Frank. Magenta had been nervous and edgy, her eyes constantly glued to the monitors. Riff Raff was angry and his patience grew thin, he was forever cursing Titan for what he had done. Ember was bored, with only her baby brother to play with, and tried to stay happy, but was only yelled at when she tried to make a joke.

"Sorry Mags, but I think I'm just going to go to bed" Columbia said, breaking the silence.

"Oh?" Magenta paused, kettle in hand.

"I think we could all do with the sleep" Columbia started to leave the kitchen.

"Yes. Yes you're right" Magenta smiled and put the kettle down.

"Thanks anyway. For everything" Columbia said.

Magenta nodded and Columbia left to Titan's room, where she had been sleeping. Magenta waited until she was sure Columbia wouldn't come back before going down to the basement. She looked up at Frank's statue and sighed.

"Frank-N-Furter … all you ever do is going around breaking peoples hearts…" She ran her hand over a stone arm before returning back to her bedroom.

As she passed Titan's room, she could hear soft sobs coming from within. She hesitated, deciding if it would be best to go and comfort her friend or leave her alone. She went with the latter.

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