Or Had They...? Chapter 3
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I had a bit of trouble writing this because I didn't know where to go... oh well. You'll live. Yet another Whose Line is it Anyway (WLiiA) reference. Get used to it.
Riff, with his hands shaking, flung the door and ran into the old apartment they shared.
They.
Their father, Aloysius, had left one night and never came home - the reason still unknown to him and his sister. Dijana, their mother, was so distraught after the disappearance of her husband, she took to 'decadence'. Riff and Magenta soon learned the meaning of her decadence. Their master Frank's definition was quite different. (I'm obsessed with drug slang, decadence is a designer drug, methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or MDMA).
Now, it was their cosy apartment that they went home to for the equivalent of an Earthen 'weekend' once a 'month'. It wasn't much - just a kitchen, bedroom, washroom, and another small, random room used for an office of sorts. Nevertheless, it was home.
Once he saw her sitting on the chair, he knew that it wasn't her blood. Couldn't be. A mocherie… fake. Yes, that was it, fake. His most beautiful sister was simply enjoying her freedom.
"Magenta?" (okay, he really said Magenter. ;) I'm in a silly mood.) He took a few steps forward.
No response.
"Magenta Kul-" He started upon their last name, a name which she hated… a name disgraced on Transsexual.
She didn't move. At all.
He walked all the way up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, a signal which they used over the years. She even sometimes responded while sleeping.
When he touched her, an empty coldness spread into his hand. Not the warm, luscious skin he was used to. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Kultasinore."
Last time he had even spoke that, she through a fit, and did not speak to him for many weeks. She continually ignored him in the castle, and spent the nights in another bedroom. Magenta later admitted to being so mad, she actually bunked with Frank a few nights.
With no repose at their name, concern washed over him. Then he looked at the scene. He actually looked at it.
Riff-Raff now only realised she wore no clothes. Her skin was paler than usual, her face din and expressionless. Peering down at her full body - he realised where the blood came from.
Again, another lighting bolt - the symbol of the royal crown. Carefully sliced above her heart. The cut was so small, it was barely visible, but you could see drops of silver seeping out.
Carved more crudely on the table, words that only few individuals muttered.
He remembered, not a very long time before Frank went down to Earth, but a while before, they had taken up the Earthen girl, Maureen - now Fiametta- Valda Furter, adopted royal daughter and sister to Frank, part of the Upper Council, and even quite well known. The night before they landed in Denton, they went to another part of the 'United States'. There, they picked up Patricia, now Charna Aisling Furter.
What surprised Riff the most is that they knew about the River of Night's Dreaming and their rebellion against the Queen. How they did, he would never know. But he didn't like them at all. It wasn't a deep hatred like he felt for Frank, but more of an eerie mistrust. They were, for the Queen, and called themselves The Ocean of Day's Nightmare - contradictory to his group of followers.
THE OCEAN OF DAY'S NIGHTMARE.
Carved into the table.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I had a bit of trouble writing this because I didn't know where to go... oh well. You'll live. Yet another Whose Line is it Anyway (WLiiA) reference. Get used to it.
Riff, with his hands shaking, flung the door and ran into the old apartment they shared.
They.
Their father, Aloysius, had left one night and never came home - the reason still unknown to him and his sister. Dijana, their mother, was so distraught after the disappearance of her husband, she took to 'decadence'. Riff and Magenta soon learned the meaning of her decadence. Their master Frank's definition was quite different. (I'm obsessed with drug slang, decadence is a designer drug, methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or MDMA).
Now, it was their cosy apartment that they went home to for the equivalent of an Earthen 'weekend' once a 'month'. It wasn't much - just a kitchen, bedroom, washroom, and another small, random room used for an office of sorts. Nevertheless, it was home.
Once he saw her sitting on the chair, he knew that it wasn't her blood. Couldn't be. A mocherie… fake. Yes, that was it, fake. His most beautiful sister was simply enjoying her freedom.
"Magenta?" (okay, he really said Magenter. ;) I'm in a silly mood.) He took a few steps forward.
No response.
"Magenta Kul-" He started upon their last name, a name which she hated… a name disgraced on Transsexual.
She didn't move. At all.
He walked all the way up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, a signal which they used over the years. She even sometimes responded while sleeping.
When he touched her, an empty coldness spread into his hand. Not the warm, luscious skin he was used to. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Kultasinore."
Last time he had even spoke that, she through a fit, and did not speak to him for many weeks. She continually ignored him in the castle, and spent the nights in another bedroom. Magenta later admitted to being so mad, she actually bunked with Frank a few nights.
With no repose at their name, concern washed over him. Then he looked at the scene. He actually looked at it.
Riff-Raff now only realised she wore no clothes. Her skin was paler than usual, her face din and expressionless. Peering down at her full body - he realised where the blood came from.
Again, another lighting bolt - the symbol of the royal crown. Carefully sliced above her heart. The cut was so small, it was barely visible, but you could see drops of silver seeping out.
Carved more crudely on the table, words that only few individuals muttered.
He remembered, not a very long time before Frank went down to Earth, but a while before, they had taken up the Earthen girl, Maureen - now Fiametta- Valda Furter, adopted royal daughter and sister to Frank, part of the Upper Council, and even quite well known. The night before they landed in Denton, they went to another part of the 'United States'. There, they picked up Patricia, now Charna Aisling Furter.
What surprised Riff the most is that they knew about the River of Night's Dreaming and their rebellion against the Queen. How they did, he would never know. But he didn't like them at all. It wasn't a deep hatred like he felt for Frank, but more of an eerie mistrust. They were, for the Queen, and called themselves The Ocean of Day's Nightmare - contradictory to his group of followers.
THE OCEAN OF DAY'S NIGHTMARE.
Carved into the table.