Chapter 3: The Plan
For the next two weeks, Frankenfurter grew restless between the long days of experiments and the even longer nights of passion with young Annabella.
"It pains me to see no success in your experiments, Master" Riff Raff mentioned as he stood watching his boss undress from behind.
"I must say though. I've come across a possibility. But the consequences could...be dire." He said with a heavy sigh finally pulling on a dark robe and some bright red pumps. He made his way to the vanity in the South corner of his bedroom. The room was tall and the walls were covered in maroon shaded drapes. In the center of the room stood a lonely (for now) bed with sheets that resembled the color of blood.
Sitting and applying his shadow, Frankenfurter came to a stopping point and turned to his loyal servant.
"I do suppose there is no other way if I want the perfect man. But I do need your help, Riff Raff." He said, standing to take the hand of the man.
"Anything you desire...sire." Riff Raff whispered with a coy smile.
"Good! Now, when the guests arrive, send Annabella to my laboratory. There she will unfortunately meet her doom. Next, I'll need the ax box key..."
"Her doom, sir? Why will she meet her doom?"
"Well, I'll need a body for a base. It's the only way. And Annabella has the most youthful body I've ever seen. Now, about the ax..."
"Sir, why can't you just spare her life and live with her? If you love her..."
"Love her?!" Frankenfurter focused on the thin man talking nonsense before him. "Love her?! You are such a fool. The plan of making a man has been my...plan...for many years now. Don't ruin it! Now get the ax and set it behind that machine over there, alright?" He ended his command in an argumentative yell.
With an agreed nod, Riff Raff made his way to comply with the plan. It wasn't one he wanted to be a part of. Killing off a loyal follower wasn't what he had in mind in order to create the 'perfect' man. But Riff Raff had a job to do, and he had a man to please.
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The night lingered on and the guests began arriving. Greeting each other with a celebratory kiss, (and then some) Riff Raff awaited the appearance of the ill-fated girl. Magenta stood idle in the party room making friends with a woman who admired her every unique feature, as Columbia engaged in what could only be described as a 'Time Warp' with a boy she had met a few nights ago.
Once Riff Raff spotted the girl, he greeted her with another of his delicate celebratory kisses, and kindly led her to the party room.
"Oh, I almost forgot. The Master wants to meet you in his Laboratory, right this way." He said leading her in the direction of the doctor's sacred room.
"Oh we aren't meeting in the bedroom tonight?" she asked ditsy-like as he led her. She had come to be very open since meeting Frankenfurter. She gave up her dark cloak and baggy black clothes for a tight little baby doll dress with a low cut and a pair of dark eyes to go with her blood red lips.
"Frankie!" Annabella screamed as her lover came into view.
"Darling Annabella!" Frankenfurter answered back, embracing her and kissing her hard on the lips.
"Please leave us to it, Riff Raff." The doctor said exasperatingly, walking backwards to the machine where the device was planted. Riff Raff wanted to leave him to it. To his deathly experiments. But he couldn't.
"I won't let you, Master!" He yelled getting to the ax first and drawing it upon his master. Holding it high above his head, he approached the doctor with a slow pace as Annabella was heard screaming in the background, tucking into a corner.
"What are you doing, Riff Raff?" Frankenfurter announced violently.
"I wont let you attack her. It's not fair to her." Riff Raff said still approaching with a face that showed he meant well but his plans were too terrific.
"Attack me? Attack me?! Why would you attack me?!" The one again shy girl called out from her corner. Frankenfurter turned her way, again ignoring the man who threatened his life.
"You are my sacrifice. You're body will help me recreate my dream, My vision. Don't you want to be a part of that, dear?" He asked, as if it would be what she lived for, solely. Remaining silent in the corner, Riff Raff started to brake under pressure. He couldn't kill. It was the very thing he was protesting. His arms began to buckle and, as Frankenfurter noticed a brake in spirits, he dodged for the servant, took the ax, and ran towards Annabella as if it were the perfect chance.
With a loud, blood curdling scream, and a broken down man who witnessed the very scene, the deed was done. Frankenfurter dropped to the floor covered in the blood from the young girls body.
"Almost as planned." Frankenfurter chuckled, turning only to see a blank faced servant to his right. Standing, staring at the hunchbacked help, he walked toward him until he forced him into a corner.
"You almost ruined my experiment, Riff Raff. Be glad I don't punish you any more than you deserve."
Exiting the room, ax dropped to the floor, Riff Raff sat in the corner reliving the act, when Magenta and Columbia came running in to him. Columbia slowly lifted him while Magenta took care of the body, shoving it into a nearby meat locker. The night was then known as the most havoc they had experienced on Earth.
So far...
