Author Note: Yay for reviews! Like I said, I still don't know where my story is headed but I think I will go on with them having to face the queen.
Riff did not remember the last time he was allowed to sleep in, or the last time he was allowed to dream. The night after his rape, he somehow did both. He did not wake before the sun did, and his mind dreamed of better times. He was younger, much younger, before his father started drinking. Their family was as close to perfect as it could be. Family dinners every night was a must, Mangenta's hair was done every day with a bright ribbon, and Riff exceled in his studies. Riff would settle himself in his bed under Magenta's, they had bunkbeds for their childhood, and Riff would gaze at the stars until their mother came in with a story.
"Momma!" Riff felt the bed shake underneath him as his three year old sister bounced up and down. "What story tonight Momma? I hope there's a prince and princess in it!" Riff smiled at himself and layed back his pillow. She got excited so easily and had not a worry about the future. "Are you getting too old for these stories Riff? Are you a big boy now?" He could never be too old for story time! He loved hearing his mother's soothing voice telling him of stories where the characters always had a happy ending. "No, Momma, please tell us a story. My teacher never tells us stories at school." Their mother grabbed a chair and put it in front of her children's beds. "Alright then. Oh Magenta, please stop fiddling with your hair! Red is my favourite colour, and I was blessed enough to be given a daughter with red hair. Please don't try to wreck it up!" Magenta's bad habit when she was younger was pulling at her lovely hair, usually resulting it in becoming a tangled mess. She never really dropped that habit. "Ok babies, the story tonight is about a prince and princess from a faraway planet, far from our space and time. When the princess was about your age Magenta, she dreamed of one day marrying a handsome prince. He would be her true love, and yes my children, true love really does exist. Both of you will find it one day when you are older, and when you first feel love, time will stop. Everything will be perfect and no matter how little physical pocessions you own, you will be rich inside. The beautiful princess went looking for her fairy tale prince one night-"
"Riff? Riff? Wake up! Are you okay?" Riff tried covering his face with his arm but the feel of his sister's hands on his cheek stopped him. "Please wake up Riff." He grumbled, stretched his sleepy muscles, and lifted himself into a sitting position. "What are you doing down here?" Riff stratched his balding head, and the memory from his night hit him suddenly. He looked into Magenta's stunning green eyes, and knew he couldn't tell her. She didn't need anymore worry. "I came here to stretch my legs, and I must have fallen asleep." He looked at his feet, and was glad to see that his sinful juices had dried during his sleep. "Frank has been calling you all morning. What really happened to you Riff? Are you ill?" She put her hand on his forehead to feel for a fever. "No Magenta, I'm fine." Magenta stood up and threw her mop at him. "Fine. Don't tell me, but I'm warning you, Frank isn't in a very good mood because he couldn't play with Eddie last night." Frank should had been feeling great. Frank finally experiemented what sex with another man was like, and wasn't that all he wanted? If only he could tell Magenta what really happened. He hated keeping secrets from her, but she needed to concentrate on her future, not on what happened to her brother when she was dreaming. "We're going to be going home really soon sister. I have my plan. I just need to wait until the perfect moment and I feel it is coming. We shall soon be looking at our homeland again, and we will be able to put all of this behind us."
"Magenta! Get in here NOW! Columbia spilled again!" Magenta took the mop from Riff. "Be careful Riff. Don't keep me in the dark." It seemed that keeping her in the dark was the only way to keep her safe. He couldn't tell her that Frank liked to watch her sleep, and that he planned to commit murder. It was better that she not know until everything was being carried out. Riff didn't need to look in a mirror or even change into his bleak uniform because he had slept in it. His stomach was growling fiercly but the best decision was just to ingore it seeing how angry Frank was that morning. The lab, that late morning, already had all of the occupants of the house bickering at each other. Columbia was sulking in a corner, crying quite loudy. The minute she saw Riff sneaking in, she directed her bawls towards him.
"Riff! Frank is being so mean today!" Frank was sitting near the wall oposite of her, calming paiting his nails. Riff made his way towards Frank, practicing in his mind what exactly he would say. There was no excuse Frank would accept for Riff sleeping in, but he couldn't just not say anything. "Master, I-" Columbia screamed loudly. "I won't let you hurt Eddie! I won't. I won't. I won't!" Columbia threw another beaker across the room and Riff watched sadly as his sister rushed to clean it up. Columbia made the mess. She should be the one to clean it up. "Riff Raff, Columbia is angry with me because I volunteered to use some of Eddie's body parts to help build Rocky. Was that wrong? Eddie is a fairly large man and it doesn't look like he even uses half of his brain. He surely does not need it if he plans on sleeping with Columbia every night." Columbia's high pitched scream was shrill enough to shatter glass and he was sure himself that he would become deaf if that idiotic girl would not shut up! He didn't care if some human was sacraficed to please Frank. Didn't Columbia realize how much Magenta was hurting? How much he was hurting? Didn't she care at all? She only had feelings for herself and her own dark pleasures. Columbia could probably care less that if Frank's new habits would be the bringer of Magenta's last breath. How he hated that girl! He wanted her to suffer, the way that his sister was.
"Do as you wish Master. We are still needing at least half of a living's man brain to finish Rocky. Once we have that, Rocky should be finished within a few days." Frank blew on his freshly painted nails and seemed more into his fine paint job that what his servant was telling him. "Hear that Columbia? But because I am a very gentle person, I will let you spend one more night with Rocky before the operation on the condition that I am allowed my turn with him as well. If that condition is not met, we can have the operation today." Columbia chewed on her nails, but Riff could care less about what was going through her thoughts. She deserved to feel that way. "Why can't you choose another man? There's lots in the village and-" Frank got to his feet and held his hands out in front of him, admiring the painting job. "Columbia, it is going to be him. Now, Riff will go over what to do with Eddie to prepare him for this surgery. Do NOT mention one thing to Eddie about what is going to happen. I'll have Magenta slip something in his breakfast tomorrow morning so he will be ready by the afternoon." Riff was not particulary happy about using Eddie for Frank's creation. He would rather cut open Columbia's head and take whatever that she had in there which was probably nothing. Columbia had absolutley no brain because she had absolutley no thoughts. All she was good for was sleeping with and even Frank had grown tired of that.