AN: Ok people, this is the end. I actually finished something I started, go me! I wrote this in the car driving to Palm Springs with my mom and grandma, god how I hate Palm Springs, especially in the winter. It should be WINTERISH in the winter, not hot and sunny. I hate desert, it is evil. I think I would do just fine living on Transsexual. Oh right and I don't own rocky horror, but I think we established that a while ago.

I heard the same footsteps echoing faintly down the hallway. They sounded almost like a clock ticking, telling me how much time I had left in this cell, or in my life. But they were always so uninformative, and always the same. The caused me useless anxiety, always making me think that these would be our last minutes. I hated the guard for torturing me this way. The footsteps grew louder and louder but the guard still remained out of sight. I leaned my head on Riff's shoulder, and he tightened his arm around me, letting me know that he heard them too, and he hated them as well. But there was something different about them this time, they were louder, out of sync. There were two sets; there had always been just one. Why were there two now? Were they coming for us? My heart beat faster, as if matching the sound of the echoing steps, growing louder. They stopped suddenly. Two guards stood on the opposite side of the bars, I hadn't realized how close they had been. Riff pulled me closer to him as they unlocked the door; it seemed as if he thought they would take me away from him. They unlocked the door, violently swinging it open. One guard grabbed my arm, yanking me up and away from him, and the other guard did the same with Riff. We were taken from the cold cell that had become our home, and the door was slammed behind us. The guard held my hands tightly behind my back, not that I had tried to get away. We walked down many hallways that looked identical to the last, our four sets of footsteps echoing loudly. I wanted to know where they were taking us; if this was it. Maybe this was all a just terrible dream, and any minute I would wake up, safe in Riff's arms. But nothing happened, I didn't wake up, and we kept walking.
We must have walked through dozens of identical hallways until we reached a door that was different from the others; instead of barred, it was solid steel. The guard that held me banged on the door, which was immediately opened from the inside. Just as quickly, we were pushed in and it was closed, the guards following and locking the door. They didn't bother to hold us once we were inside; it was obvious that there was nothing we could do to get out. There were four guards in the room, including the two that had brought us. One of the men that stood in the room held an anti-matter gun, the same kind that we had used on Frank. It seemed that this was the end. I stepped close to Riff as the guards discussed something, keeping their voices low. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close against him. I could hear his heart beating in unison with mine, so loud I was afraid that the guards would hear and come tear us apart. Oh Magenta, why did you have to say those things? he asked, barely audible. Riff, stop it, I whispered. I didn't want these last words he spoke to me. To my surprise, he did stop. He didn't ridicule me any more about what I had said; about this being my fault. He stroked my hair as I rested my head on his shoulder, afraid that any second we would be split apart. I faintly heard the voices of the guards rise to normal level, concluding their discussion. I didn't look up to see what was going on, I kept my face buried in Riff's shoulder. I heard the footsteps of the two guards as they came over to us, and I pressed myself closer to Riff, not wanting to be separated from him. I felt a jolt as one of the guards pulled him back, though he didn't let go of me. I love you, Magenta, he whispered in my ear as he finally gave in to the guard, while the other one held me back. He lead Riff over to the wall, stationing him there, his figure casting a shadow on the whitewashed brick. Directly in line with him stood the armed guard. He aimed the triple pronged laser at Riff; I didn't want to watch, but I wouldn't let myself turn away, I wouldn't do that to him. The guard pulled the trigger, as if in slow motion. The three slender beams of red light left the gun, hitting him directly in the chest, taking the life away from him. My legs went weak under me and I fell, just as my brother had, but the guard yanked me back up, forcing me to stand. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, yet I remained silent. For the first time in my life I was alone, truly alone. There was no one in the living world that cared at all about me now; no one that that I cared about either. The guard pushed me forward, obviously thinking that he would have to force me to go, to stand still, but I wanted to follow my brother as quickly as possible. I stood against the wall facing the armed man as Riff's lifeless body lay at my feet. He lifted the laser, pointing it at my chest; it seemed an eternity before he fired. I saw the red lights rushing toward me and I knew I would be reunited with Riff soon enough. Everything went black.