This will be the 2nd and last chapter for tonight. In this chapter someone seems to lose control over her/his metal condition and this could be quite dangerous...
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Fairy Tales and Legends

Riff Raff laid the scalpel down at the small table that was covered with a white sheet like he had seen in one of the old earthen medicine books.

He had cursed himself numerous of times for not getting acquainted with human surgery earlier. Frank was right: damaging the human brain had entirely been his fault. Of course, the master was the official scientist, but he was the one to accomplish the tasks properly. Now, the delivery-boy would never be the same again – granted that the surgery would turn out successfully – and the normally cheerily groupie would certainly become depressingly miserable.
The last thought lightened his mood for a second, but then again Magenta would not be happy about a cheerless roommate she`d have to take care of.
Scaring the groupie had become a daily sport for him for he didn`t understand how someone could be that light-hearted living in this sombre household. Maybe he was just a little jealous, Riff Raff had to admit.

He shrugged the thought off and examined oxygen cylinder and oxygen mask.
Looks good! Everything was in readiness so the surgery could start right now.
Until now, his plan was developing far better than expected. Frank had accepted his suggestion of a half-brain-surgery. An organ donor could be very useful now and then. Riff Raff would only have to make sure that the master wouldn`t recognise the continuation of Eddie`s viability – or to be more precisely Eddie`s survival.

For a moment, Riff Raff was ready to call the master to get the surgery over and done with, but then he decided that a little in-between-celebration of his latest persuasive powers would not go amiss.

So he surveyed his preparations for a last time and then headed for the lift to take a short break – the small plastic-bag resting peacefully in his pocket.


"Holy moons, you did quite a good job!"

Magenta spun around, accidentally hitting one of the bongs with the feather-duster.

It crashed to the ground and some old putrid water soaked the thick red carpet. Magenta hurriedly bent down and started to pick up the pieces. Maybe Riff Raff could repair it later. Otherwise – and therefore she was sure – she would have to pay for her clumsiness.

"Magenta, let it be," her master`s voice sounded abnormally calm and Magenta rose carefully, turning around to face him.
"It was an accident, master," she apologised although she knew that he had watched the scene. Yet, one could never be sure!
"Oh, I know, Magenta," Furter soothed and moved closer. "It was not your fault."
Magenta recognised the same smile that had confused her before, earlier in the dining-room.
She took the feather-duster and turned to leave. "I go and get something to clean the mess up..."
"No," Furter said and this time the tone of his voice made sure that he tolerated no dissent.

Magenta stopped at an instant and waited – her eyes fixed on a far away spot beside Furter.
She always acted like this when she felt that someone put pressure on her. Her shield of protection built up and her body turned into stone. Her mind on the other hand, became highly concentrated so that Magenta always witnessed the things going on only by using the senses of hearing, sight and smell. The aloof and petite woman had turned these features to her advantage, though in situations like this, her mind was able to concentrate and to think more intensive.

Furter let out a small laughter and turned towards a little table standing beside him. He opened a brown wooden box and grabbed something.
It was a small cigarette that was made of nearly diaphanous paper like vellum. He cocked an eyebrow and lit the cigarette up. The shine of the match let his facial impressions look like the devil himself. He inhaled deeply and finally, let the smoke slowly out of his mouth like little cottony rings.
Then, he held it in front of Magenta and waited.

Magenta had watched his every move carefully from the corner of her eye.
Right now, she was staring at the cigarette that was smouldering in front of her. Magenta had never smoked a cigarette or something similar before, but now she felt paralysed. The intoxicating smell of the spliff and her master`s diabolical stare became more and more intensive. The terrible nightmare still clouded her mind and she felt like losing control. If only her brother was here to catch her before she would hit the ground!

"Magenta, I expect you to accept my offer," the master said still staring at his maid.
Magenta made no move.
"I just want you to relax a little," Frank soothed and his right hand started to pet her hair, his fingers entwining some deep red curls.
"I don`t think that your brother will be pleased about your rejection, do you think?"
Frank smiled and Magenta hesitated. She knew her master perfectly well and she knew about his sadistic ways of punishment.

Finally, Magenta sighed and took the cigarette.


Riff Raff walked down the dilapidated stairs back to the part of the castle where he could get caught.

The castle felt cold and empty, just like his pocket did.
Since his delivery-boy was being in his coma he hadn`t found another fount for his narcotics. He knew that he was running out of stock and therefore he had to search for a remedy.
There was just one place he would be able to get something fitting.

So, the sombre man smiled and walked downstairs.


Magenta took a draw and closed her eyes. In a moment, she felt her head spinning around and she started to cough badly.
Frank laughed out loud and took the cigarette back.
"Your brother didn`t teach you everything, did he?" he took a draw too and gave the spliff back to his paralysed maid. "You will get acclimatised to it," he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to a brown scuffed sofa.
Magenta sat down. In a way she was thankful, for she was not able to feel her legs any longer and her mind felt somewhat woozy. Besides, she noticed that she let the master get the upper hand, but there was little she could do in this semiconscious state.

Soon, the both were sitting together and cackling loudly. The next exotic cigarette worked a beat and Magenta lost control over her behaviour.

Suddenly, Frank became quiet and moved closer. His fingers started to play with her dark red curls and he breathed deeply. His mouth touched Magenta`s soft skin at her neck and Magenta giggled in a deep voice.

"Oh, Magenta, you`re such a mysterious woman," Frank whispered and started to nibble at her ear.
Magenta just laughed superior. "I know, m-master," she answered and bent her head to the side to let the master go on, but Frank stopped all of a sudden.
"You`re clever," he just said and looked her straight into the eyes.
"Ha," Magenta let out a small laughter and took another deep draw. She didn`t even feel the stinging smoke of the narcotic stuff in her lungs. She was completely under its spell.
"Are you going to s-seduce me or talk all night," she took another draw and returned the look. Her eyes were half closed but her smile was still intoxicating.
Frank tried to concentrate, for his mind felt a little dizzy, too. He smiled.
"I`m just enjoying your presence right now," he said and leaned back. "Besides, there are many ways to seduce a person. Right now, I am trying to seduce you into speaking with me."
His smile grew and he went on petting her hair. Magenta smiled, too. "W-What do you want to t-talk about, m-master?"
"Oh, nothing special, I`m just taken with your intelligence. Um, for instance, how you are handling Columbia. You`re a kind of converged, I think. She`s telling you everything."
Frank cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes, sh-she`s telling me quite a few things, but not everything. H-Holy moons, not everything," Magenta stammered for she felt her attention slipping away.

During the conversation she had prepared herself for getting seduced physically, but now her master only wanted to talk to her. It was not common for the prince to act like this and Magenta was not able to deal with this special situation.

"She told me about the mark," Frank said bluntly.
Magenta blinked.
"Do you want to smoke?" Frank said and held a cigarette in front of her face.
Magenta took the cigarette and Frank lit it up.
"So, she told you about the mark, too?" Frank asked and opened his cigarette case once more.
Magenta`s mind tried to remember something important, but her mind felt like cotton wool. Everything was just fine and nothing or no one could do any harm to her – not even her master.
"W-why do you want to know, m-master?" she simply asked and blew out the smoke.
"I just want to know if Columbia shares everything with you," Frank shrugged his shoulders and lit up his cigarette.
"N-no, not everything I think, but she told me about the m-mark," Magenta dragged on her cigarette and knitted her brows. "I-is that important for y-you, master?"
Frank let the smoke coming out his nostrils. He turned his head and his dark green eyes seemed to sparkle with cruel amusement. He bent forward. His face stopped just a few inches before Magenta`s face and their noses seemed to touch.
Magenta felt shivers going down her spine and this feeling grew until her body felt like exploding.
"It is important for me," Frank whispered and Magenta could feel his warm breath. "Yet, it is important for you too. I know that you are the one and only that will be able to help us. You have the power to save us. Magenta," Frank took her by her shoulders. "Only you are able to protect our future!" During his little speech his voice had become louder and his whole body seemed to be electrified, but all of a sudden he became calm and relaxed. A smile formed at his face as he stared into her green eyes.
"You just have to tell me... the name," he spoke in a soft voice, never letting the gaze drop.

Magenta stared back.
The ash of her cigarette was falling down at the worn-out carpet, but she didn`t even recognise. The soothing voice of her master, his breath and touch and even his stare – just everything about him paralysed her. The narcotics made a splendid job of it.
Magenta leaned back and closed her eyes.
"Our future," she murmured. "Sweet Transsexual – the land of night... The moon-drenched shores, the glamour of dark beauty... The three moons – bright and bewitching..."
Magenta opened her eyes and stared ahead.
"He carries them," she finally stated as if talking to herself.

Frank waited. He knew that his little plot began to bear fruits. His maid was completely under his control. He would just have to sit there and listen and soon Magenta would let him in on the closely guarded secret.

"I remembered the mark after Columbia had told me about it," Magenta went on bubbling, seemingly without thinking. "I also remembered a fairy tale my mother often told me before Riff Raff was born. It was not just a fairy tale but more a legend, but no one really believed in it.
It said that one day a prince will come to safe our planet. The prince will carry a mark in the form of three moons. Our three holy moons...," Magenta became quiet and Frank held his breath, but the maid`s mind still seemed to be somewhere up in the stratosphere.
"It turns out that he is the real prince of Transsexual," Magenta concluded and suddenly turned her head to face Frank. Her eyes were still half closed as if she was still under some kind of hypnosis.
"He carries the mark," she said bluntly. "He carries the mark and I know that the legend is not just a legend but the truth."

Frank`s eyes widened and his nostrils fluttered. How dare she... No, it was not the time to run a tantrum. He calmed down and softly took Magenta by her shoulders.
"Magenta, who is it?" he breathed, ready to fall unconscious.
Magenta smiled slightly and took a draw on her nearly burned out cigarette.
"You would never believe it, master," she laughed in a deep voice.
"It is..."