AN: Just so you know, I'm totally stumbling in the dark here; I have no
idea as to what's going on. My fingers simply type as my brain has another
night on the town (and comes back with a hangover, damn brain, why doesn't
the bartender card it? Theoretically, it's just as underage as I am. . .).
Oh, and, we need a disclaimer.
DISCLAIMER: I own everything, now give me money! *Sigh* sadly I don't, but Richard O'Brien does. You can still give me money though.
Now it's time for the story. Please say goodbye to Brain. "Goodbye Brain." Thump, thump, thump-thump. Brain gone now.
STORY: My breath stopped in my chest, as my hand moved from the doorknob limply to my side. I turned around, terrified at what I would find. It was Riff. He stepped toward me, pulling a brass candlestick out of his pocket.
"Magenta, I'll explain later," he lifted the candlestick over his head, before bringing it down.
Without lifting my head (for it was painful to do so) I slid my eyes around the bathroom, looking at the scene surrounding me. Riff-Raff was still standing there, but he wasn't looking at me, nor did he seem to be aware of my consciousness. Transylvanian soldiers inspected every aspect of the room, from the corners of the walls to my own underwear, studying it inside and out. Though it felt as if all the blood had rushed from my head, I found enough to bring a crimson color to my cheeks. I regretted now not putting away my dirty clothes.
"Explain this again, Riff Raff," one of the soldiers commanded.
"I was defending her. Frank had com in, trying to grab her. She shoved him off, but he wouldn't leave. She called for me, but before I came, she was down, still alive, but unconscious. I thought he's killed her, so I did what any big brother would." Things were starting to make sense.
"Hmmm. . .We'll let the Queen decide that. Was anyone else on the ship? Any other servants?" He was obviously suspicious.
"No, sir, no one else. It was the two of us, and Frank. That's all." Was there a reason he wasn't mentioning Rocky and Columbia? I suppose those two complicated things . . . as always.
I sat up, and as I did so, my brain slammed against the side of my head. The soldier looked at me, and Riff turned around, following his gaze.
"What happened, miss?" The soldier asked, in a grave tone.
Riff looked at me, his eyes pleading.
"Just what my brother said, sir. Frank came in, as I was drying off from a bath, and tried to grab me. I tried forcing him away, but he obviously is stronger than me, so that didn't last long. I yelled to my brother, and he put his hand over my mouth. Then, just as I heard my brother's footsteps. . . He hit me. I don't know what with, but it was certainly heavy." I glanced at Riff, hoping to god I had said the right thing.
The soldier looked at the two of us, then stalked out of the room.
DISCLAIMER: I own everything, now give me money! *Sigh* sadly I don't, but Richard O'Brien does. You can still give me money though.
Now it's time for the story. Please say goodbye to Brain. "Goodbye Brain." Thump, thump, thump-thump. Brain gone now.
STORY: My breath stopped in my chest, as my hand moved from the doorknob limply to my side. I turned around, terrified at what I would find. It was Riff. He stepped toward me, pulling a brass candlestick out of his pocket.
"Magenta, I'll explain later," he lifted the candlestick over his head, before bringing it down.
Without lifting my head (for it was painful to do so) I slid my eyes around the bathroom, looking at the scene surrounding me. Riff-Raff was still standing there, but he wasn't looking at me, nor did he seem to be aware of my consciousness. Transylvanian soldiers inspected every aspect of the room, from the corners of the walls to my own underwear, studying it inside and out. Though it felt as if all the blood had rushed from my head, I found enough to bring a crimson color to my cheeks. I regretted now not putting away my dirty clothes.
"Explain this again, Riff Raff," one of the soldiers commanded.
"I was defending her. Frank had com in, trying to grab her. She shoved him off, but he wouldn't leave. She called for me, but before I came, she was down, still alive, but unconscious. I thought he's killed her, so I did what any big brother would." Things were starting to make sense.
"Hmmm. . .We'll let the Queen decide that. Was anyone else on the ship? Any other servants?" He was obviously suspicious.
"No, sir, no one else. It was the two of us, and Frank. That's all." Was there a reason he wasn't mentioning Rocky and Columbia? I suppose those two complicated things . . . as always.
I sat up, and as I did so, my brain slammed against the side of my head. The soldier looked at me, and Riff turned around, following his gaze.
"What happened, miss?" The soldier asked, in a grave tone.
Riff looked at me, his eyes pleading.
"Just what my brother said, sir. Frank came in, as I was drying off from a bath, and tried to grab me. I tried forcing him away, but he obviously is stronger than me, so that didn't last long. I yelled to my brother, and he put his hand over my mouth. Then, just as I heard my brother's footsteps. . . He hit me. I don't know what with, but it was certainly heavy." I glanced at Riff, hoping to god I had said the right thing.
The soldier looked at the two of us, then stalked out of the room.