AN: Ok, It's my third chapter today, and its Five AM, but I'm gonna
stay online all night (morning?) until one of my rocky freak friends gets
online. Oh, and I forgot to put a disclaimer at the beginning, so here:
The author of this Fanfic does not own any of the characters, nor does she own anything, for that matter, as she is 16, and legally, all of her possessions belong to her parents until she turns 18. But, somebody DOES own the aforementioned characters, and that person is God. And by God, I mean Richard O'Brien. And By Richard O'Brien I mean God. You see, the two are interchangeable. And so closes the disclaimer.
I huddled closer to Riff. The sunlight here was so much harsher than on Transsexual. IT gave me a headache, and I put my face against my brother's chest, and let him lead me on. This was our first trip to the Town of Denton, five miles away from the castle. We had no other mode of transportation; we certainly couldn't take the castle, so we walked. Frank had stayed at the castle; he said he was working on something.
The walk was long, but pleasant, once my eyes got used to the brightness. As we entered town, we looked in the windows of every storefront we could. It seems that people were just as curious about us as we were about them. This town must not have had many newcomers for a long time. We walked into a small convenience store looking at our list. After gathering our items, we headed to the check counter. Standing there was a rather tall girl, with a short red bob. She smiled, and began ringing up the items. I thought no ill of her...until she spoke. Then, murder crossed my mind. I could tell riff knew, because as she talked, squeaked- rather, he firmly grasped my clenched hand, preventing me from ramming it through her jaw.
"Well, you guys are new," she started, "are you two married?" I smiled and nodded, as did Riff. We had gone over this with Frank.
She continued, "Do you have any kids? I bet they'd be real interesting looking." I looked up at Riff. We hadn't discussed this. He looked at me, then at the girl.
"No, no children." With that Riff walked out of the store, dragging me behind him. We ran back a minute later for the groceries.
"You still think about him, don't you?" Riff abruptly started the conversation on the way back.
"Who??" I asked. I knew perfectly well who he was talking about, but I wasn't ready to talk about it yet, so I postponed.
"Daan." I nodded, he continued. "So do I. But what I remember most is you, being with him. Holding him, singing to him, nursing him. You looked so beautiful holding a child Magenta. I'm so sorry..."
"No, Riff, no more." I had to stop this.
"You know, if you want children........."
No MORE, Riff, please. I'm done talking about it!" Why did he bring that up? I had worked so hard to her the memories out...now, all I could think of was me cradling that wee little thing, and the one tear that fell onto his lifeless cheek, as he slipped through my grasp. I had the same thoughts and doubts as any mother whose child dies. Did he not want to be my son? Had he found a better mother? Was I not fit as a mother?
I slackened off my pace, setting into one behind Riff-Raff. I needed to be alone now. That stupid girl. Why had she brought that up? Riff disappeared around the corner. Did Riff really want to have more children? That was dangerous...all the malformities a child could have. Is that why Daan had died? Because of the incest? I nearly jumped out of my coat at Riff grasped my shoulder. He had been hiding, waiting for me to walk by him. He had a silly grin on his face. One hand was behind his back. He brought his hand out, then, before I could blink, smashed blackberries all over my face, arms, lifting my dress up to put the juice on my chest, stomach, and thighs. I forgave him for the questions, and we proceeded to the castle, where he helped clean me off.
The author of this Fanfic does not own any of the characters, nor does she own anything, for that matter, as she is 16, and legally, all of her possessions belong to her parents until she turns 18. But, somebody DOES own the aforementioned characters, and that person is God. And by God, I mean Richard O'Brien. And By Richard O'Brien I mean God. You see, the two are interchangeable. And so closes the disclaimer.
I huddled closer to Riff. The sunlight here was so much harsher than on Transsexual. IT gave me a headache, and I put my face against my brother's chest, and let him lead me on. This was our first trip to the Town of Denton, five miles away from the castle. We had no other mode of transportation; we certainly couldn't take the castle, so we walked. Frank had stayed at the castle; he said he was working on something.
The walk was long, but pleasant, once my eyes got used to the brightness. As we entered town, we looked in the windows of every storefront we could. It seems that people were just as curious about us as we were about them. This town must not have had many newcomers for a long time. We walked into a small convenience store looking at our list. After gathering our items, we headed to the check counter. Standing there was a rather tall girl, with a short red bob. She smiled, and began ringing up the items. I thought no ill of her...until she spoke. Then, murder crossed my mind. I could tell riff knew, because as she talked, squeaked- rather, he firmly grasped my clenched hand, preventing me from ramming it through her jaw.
"Well, you guys are new," she started, "are you two married?" I smiled and nodded, as did Riff. We had gone over this with Frank.
She continued, "Do you have any kids? I bet they'd be real interesting looking." I looked up at Riff. We hadn't discussed this. He looked at me, then at the girl.
"No, no children." With that Riff walked out of the store, dragging me behind him. We ran back a minute later for the groceries.
"You still think about him, don't you?" Riff abruptly started the conversation on the way back.
"Who??" I asked. I knew perfectly well who he was talking about, but I wasn't ready to talk about it yet, so I postponed.
"Daan." I nodded, he continued. "So do I. But what I remember most is you, being with him. Holding him, singing to him, nursing him. You looked so beautiful holding a child Magenta. I'm so sorry..."
"No, Riff, no more." I had to stop this.
"You know, if you want children........."
No MORE, Riff, please. I'm done talking about it!" Why did he bring that up? I had worked so hard to her the memories out...now, all I could think of was me cradling that wee little thing, and the one tear that fell onto his lifeless cheek, as he slipped through my grasp. I had the same thoughts and doubts as any mother whose child dies. Did he not want to be my son? Had he found a better mother? Was I not fit as a mother?
I slackened off my pace, setting into one behind Riff-Raff. I needed to be alone now. That stupid girl. Why had she brought that up? Riff disappeared around the corner. Did Riff really want to have more children? That was dangerous...all the malformities a child could have. Is that why Daan had died? Because of the incest? I nearly jumped out of my coat at Riff grasped my shoulder. He had been hiding, waiting for me to walk by him. He had a silly grin on his face. One hand was behind his back. He brought his hand out, then, before I could blink, smashed blackberries all over my face, arms, lifting my dress up to put the juice on my chest, stomach, and thighs. I forgave him for the questions, and we proceeded to the castle, where he helped clean me off.
