Hello there! Tonight I will upload the last 2 chapters of the story`s first part so I`ll be able to continue the 2nd part soon (maybe tomorrow evening or tonight - who knows?).
Please, enjoy!


Diethyl Ether

Riff Raff meandered through the castle floors.

He wondered because the castle seemed to be abandoned.
The lab was empty and quiet and so was the rest of the castle. Not even the groupie gave her presence away.
Riff Raff shrugged his shoulders and went down the stairs. The main thing was not to get caught by the master. He would have to hurry because the master was waiting for some results concerning the brain-surgery.

As he reached the first floor he turned to the right and opened the door to that special room that accommodated the bitter-sweet substances he needed.
He scurried into the room and closed the door inaudibly. Then he turned around slowly and stopped at an instant.
His heart skipped a beat.

His beloved sister was sitting there in the arms of his master – his cruel and sadistic master.
His first intention was to lunge at the prince, but then he saw his sister smiling oddly. Something was definitely wrong in here and Riff Raff felt losing his composure, but he knew that first he had to find out what was going on.

Magenta and the master didn`t even recognise him and Riff Raff`s left eyelid began to twitch.

"He carries the mark and I know that the legend is not just a legend but the truth." Magenta said at the moment and Riff Raff froze right away.
Magenta and the master were having a conversation! What on earth...
Riff Raff saw his master`s eyes widen and decided to wait a little longer. Then Frank grabbed Magenta by her shoulders and Riff Raff had to brace himself up to not lose control, but the prince seemed to be untypically careful.
Riff Raff shook his head mentally and just kept watching.
"Magenta, who is it?" Frank whispered and Riff Raff knew at an instant what the both were talking about.
'Magenta, no! Don`t tell him anything about it! You didn`t even tell me! Magenta, please!' Riff Raff pleaded internally in an attempt to restrain his sister from doing something very stupid and a way, he hoped that their mental conversations back in their childhood were not just his own imagination.
"You would never believe it, master," Magenta laughed and leaned back, taking a draw on a cigarette. "It is..."

Suddenly, she turned her head and stared at her brother.
Riff Raff stared back. He made no move, so the siblings were just staring at each other as if being in a deep and inaudible conversation.
Meanwhile, Frank`s eyes darted from Riff Raff to Magenta and back to his handyman, his facial expression marked with a look of utter confusion.
Non of them said a word and nothing was heard except the soft rustling of Frank`s hair running over his clothes whenever he turned his head from his maid to his handyman.

"That will do!" Frank unexpectedly broke the silence, his voice seething with anger.
Magenta and Riff Raff winced at the thundering voice.
Frank got up and placed his hand at his hips, looking sternly at his male servant and tapping his right foot at the dirty carpet.
"Would you have the goodness to explain your current presence in a room, no one is allowed to enter without an extraordinary order given by myself?" he thundered and his nostrils fluttered in a fury.

Riff Raff detracted his attention from Magenta`s glassy green eyes to stare at his master.
His mind was still captured by the former mental conversation, but he felt that it would have to return to earth as soon as possible to be able to deal with the prince.
Apart from that, he was badly in need of an excuse for entering the Zen-room without permission.
"I am sorry, master," he said and his left eyelid twitched once again, "but we`re running out of diethyl ether and I was just looking for something similar to anaesthetize our... patient if necessary."
"Diethyl ether?" Frank was caught unawares. He blinked a few times, but his royal educational background made him regaining his composer quite quickly.
"As far as I remember," the prince started to move slowly towards his servant – his voice dripping with cruel sweetness, "you were taking inventory last week."
Riff Raff held his breath. How could he forget about the inventory? How could he forget about the torturing nights of counting and making notes of every tiny bottle and tube the lab was filled with? How could he forget about reporting his results to Frank after he had checked it three times?
'I`m a right idiot,' he cursed himself and closed his eyes.
Frank smiled superior, still moving closer.
"Maybe our stock is running out of diethyl ether," he said and stopped right in front of Riff Raff – his face now out of any expression, "but I thought you were clever enough to replace it with something fitting – something like... well, let me think about it... something like... chloroform."
Frank`s face was now too close for Riff Raff to move, for he was standing with his back at the closed door. He could feel his master`s warm breath and his heart was in his mouth.

Magenta on her part was slumped on the sofa, her eyes half closed. She was feeling way too tired to move in any way. Apart from that, she had a raging thirst, but nothing drinkable was within reach.
She lifted her head carefully and glanced around the room until the two male castle-occupants came into view. Magenta tried to focus her eyes on them, but had some difficulties in keeping her gaze straight.
"R-Riff Raff," she stammered wearily, not even recognising the electric atmosphere that was boiling up, "Riff Raff, I`m thirsty."
She blinked a few times and yawned.

Riff Raff kept on staring into his master`s eyes. His elbowroom was extremely limited and Frank didn`t seem to get distracted that easily. Riff Raff gulped warily.
"I`m sorry, master, but obviously I`ve forgotten about the chloroform," he tried to explain in a low and guarded voice.
Frank lifted his left eyebrow and his lips curled up in his ever present arrogant manner. Apparently, he had caught his servant off guard and being the prince, he was not willing for Riff Raff to let him simply go away.
"That`s not an acceptable and appropriate excuse," he said, letting his voice getting louder to act as a royal.
Being a direct descendant of the Queen, he had been taught how to handle servants since he was a child. Learning the usage of voice and speech had become a daily routine for the young royal offspring and now he had it off pat.
"Well?" he asked and waited for his servant to extricate himself from this ticklish situation. Oh, how he loved this mean little game!

Riff Raff squirmed visibly in an attempt to escape this humiliation. He was not the lord of wordiness and Frank knew it all too well. The prince was just eager to see his reaction. Riff Raff knew it and for that he hated the prince with all of his heart. He also knew that there was no way for escaping, so he tried to find some words to satisfy the prince`s sadism.
"It was not my intention to disturb you, master and I`m fully aware of my failure. I was not allowed to enter the room without your extraordinary permission. I have to apologise for that negligence, master," Riff Raff stared at Frank`s left earlobe.
He had said enough. If it would depend on him, he had said enough for the rest of the week.

Frank kept on staring at his male servant.
The skinny blond man in front of him had truly said more than one sentence! Nevertheless, Frank didn`t feel satisfied. After all, the man had disturbed him at a very important moment. He had been just a few moments away from the final answer! This could not be tolerated!
"What are you expecting me to do?" he asked and took a blond strain of hair to curl it up at his finger.
Riff Raff blinked in confusion. He didn`t know what the prince was waiting for.

"Riff Raff?"
Magenta moved clumsy at the sofa.
"I`m tired and I am feeling really sleepy. Could you help me, please?"

Frank clenched his teeth. He let go off the blond strain and turned around to face the disturbing factor.
The narcotics had done a proper work, but now they were destroying everything. First, he didn`t get the answer and now, the aftermaths were keeping him from getting some pleasure.
"Magenta, will you just shut up!" he barked at his maid.
Magenta`s head turned towards him but her eyes still darted around. She blinked.
"M-master?... I`m tired," she stammered and tried to sit up properly. Her head was still spinning around and she felt a little nauseous.

Suddenly, Frank had an inspiration.
He turned towards his handyman and grabbed him by his shirt.
"Follow me," he bluntly said and went straight to the table that was standing next to the sofa Magenta was sitting on.
Riff Raff did as he was told. What else could he do?
Frank grabbed something lying under the table and turned to face Riff Raff.
Then, everything went quickly.
Riff Raff`s left hand was cuffed and the master dragged him along to the wall to handcuff him at the conduit. The thin man didn`t even have a chance to react.

Frank smiled at him and strutted around towards the sofa. He sat down and placed an arm around Magenta`s neck. His finger was tracing her cheek.
"Now, will you tell me the name I was asking for?"

Magenta tried to concentrate, but she felt that her mind was too clouded to play along.
Her brother was standing right in front of her – chained up to the wall. He had a scared but also pleading look and Magenta knew that she had to be careful.
"Magenta, I just want to know the name," Frank said once more and his fingernail started to cut into her cheek.
She didn`t move, but kept on staring into her brother`s eyes. He was her only hold and his eyes told her everything she needed.
Just hang on there!

Magenta turned her head slowly to face Frank.
"There`s no name I can offer you right now, master," she bluntly said.
Frank`s eyes narrowed. "What did you say?" he whispered with a hint of danger in his voice. "As far as you can see, your brother doesn`t seem to be very pleased with the current circumstances," he went on – staring superior at his hostage and still tracing his finger at Magenta`s cheek. He looked back at her. "You would be wise to answer my question. Otherwise, I`d feel impelled to punish somebody."
Magenta flashed a glance at her brother.
She knew that at the present moment she would have to solve the problem on her own, but she also knew that the slightest failure could cost their future.
Magenta disengaged herself from Frank`s embrace and looked at him with a steady gaze.
"I have some knowledge of significant facts concerning the future of our galaxy, master."
Frank`s eyes widened, but Magenta kept on talking – now being totally unperturbed by her master`s glare.
"More precisely, my information pertains to the heir to the Transylvanian throne."
Now, Frank seemed to lose control over his facial expressions as did Riff Raff and Magenta had to brace up to control her laughter. She was still under the narcotics` influence, yet she was aware of the importance of the conversation.
"Right now, I`m not willing to give away the name you were asking for, master," now, she put all her eggs in one basket, "but I have to put forward a proposal."

Silence filled the room and Magenta felt the stare of the two men tickling her skin.
"Please, untie my brother and I will not give my information away to anyone outside until your mission is finished... master. I expect you to not punish anyone of us. Nevertheless, I will insure myself. If I notice any activity against my brother or my person, I will disclose the truth immediately."

With that Magenta rose – still feeling a bit shaky – and left the room.