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The pulled the blankets back which covered his body and my sobbing intensified again; he looked the same as when he had died – the same clothes he had worn for the floorshow and the same smudged makeup, streaked across the contours of his lifeless expression. I could still see hints of the abrasions caused by his fall into the pool and his twisted elbow indicated an awkward fall onto the pool edge. The wound looked as if it has been crudely stitched, with minimal attempts to cover or close it completely.

I wondered how long he must have lay there, alone, cast aside for a more easily lovable Magenta. Her body was the centrepiece of the tomb, worshipped and simultaneously desecrated by her brother and lover. Her makeup was fresh and her clothes were Transylvanian-standard clean. She looked as if she could wake from a peaceful slumber at any time.

But as I looked down at a man once so full of life, my heart crumbled as now I could only see him in death, as a frightened child trying desperately to escape his fate. The master had become imprisoned within his own playground, locked away and disregarded by his servant.

As I stepped back, I noticed that the casket had been fitted with a glass pane on one side which was now reflecting some of the light from the candles. I bent down slowly, balanced on my grass and mud-stained heels and pressed a shaking hand against the cold pane. Frank's profile was striking, highlighted softly by the subtle glow of candlelight. His skin seemed to sparkle; an angelic glow around his figure gave him the spotlight he always wanted.

I reached for a nearby candle and lowered it to Frank's broad shoulders to see the mark that had caught my eye more clearly. There was a discolouration at the top of his back which was spread like a rash over his shoulders and necks. It looked like a reaction to the laser beam which had stolen him from me and had branded him forever.

I heard a familiar shuffling sound behind me which told me of Riff Raff's return. I stood and turned to see him peering from behind one of the room's central pillars.

"Why hasn't his wound been dressed properly? And why hasn't he been washed and changed?" I said briskly, taking Riff Raff somewhat by surprise.

"Well, he isn't going anywhere…" he let out a loud, maniacal laugh with echoed around the room with an overwhelming force long after it had subsided.

"How dare you, how dare you!" I yelled. "He deserves some respect, some dignity in death! And after all he's given you…"

"What he's given me? You mean the bruises? The scars across my back from his whip when I failed to meet his standards? You seem to forget, Janet Weiss, you were here for one evening. You did not know Frank and he did not want to know you." As if by instinct, I reached up and slapped him as hard as I could. His head snapped to one side, but he did not raise his hands to it. Riff Raff gave a low cackle. "There are some medical supplies in that cabinet and there are some flannels by the sink. I shall be in the lab when you are finished."

He shuffled away once more and I jumped as the door slammed behind him. I looked down and realised that the sharp pain in my palms were in fact my own nails, so I loosened my fists and took a deep breath. I grabbed a medical box from the cabinet Riff Raff had motioned towards and filled a bowl with lukewarm water and took a flannel and a towel. I perched on the chair near the coffin and set to work.

There was not much I could do with the wound and so I decided to wrap it with the dregs of bandages I had found. It was not feasible for me to wash Frank on my own, and so I settled for wiping away his makeup. I couldn't help but smile as my fingers occasionally brushed against his skin, so soft as if the makeup had preserved the beauty underneath. I patted his face dry with the towel, careful not to be too abrasive and looked down at my work. He looked even more youthful in his bare skin, and, if possible, more beautiful.

I stood after a while and bent down, kissing his forehead gently. I extinguished the candles and left the room in darkness, closing the door on my beloved and hoping that this would not be the last time I could visit.

When I reached the lab, Riff Raff did not acknowledge my presence but he knew I had arrived as he began to hastily clear away some of his possessions, trying to look busy I suspected. The layout of the room has changed slightly, the most noticeable change being a large workstation in the centre of the room, surrounded by smaller furniture to accommodate to the immense amount of paperwork.

"So, what are you working on? Some of Frank's plans?" I said slightly too loudly.

Riff Raff scowled at me and stopped rustling his papers. "Frank's plans? These are MY plans." He started pacing towards me, staring into my eyes intently. "They were all MY plans. You really think someone like…. Him… would be able to create life itself? Create a human being? You really are deluded! You want to know about Frank? I'll tell you about Frank!"