Author Note:

Riff waited until Frank was out of sight before he ran up the winding stairs. Frank's door was still slightly open so Riff entered the room without knocking. Just as Frank had told him, Riff found Magenta fast alseep on Frank's bed. Whether the sleep was natural or if Frank's violent rape knocked her unconious, Riff could not tell. Magenta's familar blood was starting to stain the white sheets, and she looked very pale in the little light the night offered. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, and wrapped his dirty coat over her to give her some warmth. Frank was going to pay dearly for this, for all of this. Frank had to have some remorse somewhere deep within his own mind. Frank had to know that what he was doing was wrong and that if the queen found out about this abuse, Frank would be in trouble. He could even lose this right to the throne, but if Riff even tried calling back home, no one would listen. No one would believe the words of the butler.

Riff Raff carried his little sister to his room and layed her out on his bed. He left the jacket on her but also covered her with the blankets on his bed. This would be another night where Riff went without sleep, letting his anger grow stronger and stronger with each breath he took. Columbia would have to pay for this as well. Someone who was annoying as her had no right to live. The morning came faster than Riff expected, and before he knew it, he could see the first rays of the sun peaking in through the window. Riff stood to stretch his muscles and stared where his ray was hidden underneath the pillow where Magenta slept. He had to tell her something, but he couldn't just go and tell her that he planned on murdering their master. He kneeled down in front of her, and that's when he saw it. Magenta had kicked off some of the blankets during the night and one of her legs was hanging off the edge of the bed. On the top of the uncovered thigh, he saw two long scars cutting across the white flesh. He traced one of them with his finger, and from his trained eye in the scienes, he knew it was deep. Was Frank cutting her? Frank couldn't be doing that. When Frank hurt one of them, he liked to make a show out of it. Frank wouldn't do it in secret because he wouldn't get anything out of it. Riff looked at Magenta's peaceful face that still kept so many secrets from him. These scars were self inflicted.

"Riff?" Riff moved his finger away from the scar and offered his sister a smile. He wouldn't ask about the cutting. He knew what she was doing now and nothing she could say would change what he already knew and believed. He just knew he had to act quickly. But when did she have time to do that? Was her other leg scarred up as well? He had to keep a closer eye on her. Leaving would be the best thing that he could do for her. Riff would wait until after Frank's useless party. If Riff started attacking beforehand, the party guests would arrive and Riff would be in a worse situation. "Magenta, I'm sorry to spring this on you so early, but I have no choice. Frank is planning on having a party tomorrow and during the party, Frank is going to wake up the man we have been working on. After the party guests leave, we will be free. We're going to confront Frank together, and together, we will leave this place. We'll be free tomorrow night Magenta! Free to do whatever we please!" Magenta's face was not one that he had expected to see when he told her this great news. She looked more worried than anything else. "What are you going to do Riff?" Riff smoothed out her poofy hair and kissed her on the lips. "Don't worry. I promised you that I'm going to get you out of here and that's what I'm going to do." He put his hands on her, and not even telling her what to do, her hands glided with his until their elbows met and then her hands followed his back down. "Soon my sister. Get dressed. Frank will have us cleaning out the ballroom today so his guests will be able to dance tomorrow." Riff left his room, leaving his sister speechless. He told her all he needed to tell her, nothing more and nothing less. All would explain itself in due time.

Riff thad about an hour before the rest of the household woke up so he took this time to go over in his mind what had to be done. He had saved clothes that he and his sister used to wear on their days off when they lived back in Transsexual. He had to remember to wear it when they did confront Frank. They would no longer be seen as servants but actual people. Once Frank was dead, Riff knew how to control the castle so that they would be on their home planet in a matter of hours. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Breakfast that morning was probably one of the most "normal" meals that had ever went on in the house. Columbia was the first ones at the table, and almost on cue, she started complaining about how hungry she was. She never once thanked Riff for going out his way to get her that ice cream. "Columbia, dear, I'm throwing a party here tomorrow night and I was wondering, if I might ask, would you mind so much entertaining my guests when they get here? I know that you were a dancer before I met you, and well, my friends, they always love to see a good dance or two." Columbia made a very high picthed squeal, and to the untrained ear, it might have sounded like Columbia was afraid of something but that was just of her way of expressing how truly happy she was. "Of course I will! By the end of the night, your friends might even have learned a few steps. I'll even go out of my way and try to teach Riff Raff some rythem!" Frank sipped some of his morning wine and scooted himself backwards in his chair to get up. His meal was barely touched and Riff imagined how excited Frank must be knowing that he is about to see some old friends again. "Columbia, don't go out of your way. I don't think Riff Raff wants to learn. I'd go practice a dance or two for tomorrow. I'm going to have these two busy in the ballroom." Columbia smiled and jumped out of her chair. "I'm so excited!"

The ballroom was a filthy room blanketed in layers of dust. He heard Magenta sneeze behind him when they entered the room. Frank, he knew, would not let them leave until it looked like a room in Frank's palace back home. Not needing to speak, Magenta moved to start dusting the long walls and Riff got his broomstick out to clear off the floors before mopping them. The jobs put before them could have done in complete silence, but Riff couldn't keep his silence any longer. He had to know why Magenta was scarring up her pretty body. "Magenta?" Magenta did not turn away from the fine designs in the wall, but grunted to acknowledge his question. "I saw...what are you doing to yourself? I saw those things all over your thigh, those cuts. Why did you do that? Please Magenta, you have to stop." That got Magenta's attention and she lowered the dust cloth to her side. She didn't turn to face him and she took longer than usual to come up with a response. "I'm alright Riff. Don't worry about me. We just need to get out of here. Why don't do tell me what you're going to do?" It was just like her to change the subject when Riff brought up a subject she didn't like. She was the most clever girl he had ever met, and yet, she could act so immature sometimes. If he noticed that Magenta didn't stop her cutting once Frank was out of their lives, he would have to corner her on it and make her talk but he would let it pass for now. Like so many other things in the house, it would be one of the many things he would like to leave behind.