Chapter 2: Too Bad This Ain't Reality
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I will continue to write, please continue to review as you see fit! Thank
you! And again, none of these characters are mine (pity, really) they
belong to Richard O'Brien.
About an hour after Riff Raff left to his own quarters and Magenta had dressed and changed the sheets upon the beds, and returned them to their previous places, the television and intercom clicked to life, showing a very irritated Frank, puffing on a cigarette, his painted eyebrows arched.
"Magenta, it is about time for breakfast," Frank snapped, annoyed with her tardiness today with his impeccable routine.
"I apologize, Master," Magenta bowed her frizzy head slightly, while biting the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping back at him. Frank was such a cruel bastard and she could do nothing.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Frank shrieked, and flipped off the intercom and television. Magenta stormed out of the room, slammed the door and proceeded to the lift. Oh, how she hated the Prince. He was even more unbearable these days now that his creation's birth was approaching. He informed them the morning before that there would be a grand birthday party for "Rocky Horror," the name he had given to his unborn creation. That meant, she, the "domestic," Frank had labeled her with a sneer, would be in charge of cleaning the castle and preparing the food and other arrangements for the party. Her brother, Riff Raff, was the "handyman," but lately Frank had employed Riff's talents in chemistry, biology and anatomy, and had kept him working from morning till late night upon his creation.
She just hoped that Riff Raff really was serious in his intent to rid them both of Frank's rule. Riff Raff hadn't ever lied to her before, nor spoke before thinking, but Magenta was worried anyways.
*** *** ***
She awoke to find Frankie smoking in bed next to her, his ankles crossed as he lay lounging in his red satin bathrobe. His face wore a look of annoyance, as it so often did lately.
Columbia rubbed her eyes as she looked up at him. "Mornin' Frankie!" Columbia said cheerfully, a smile playing across her lips.
Frank turned his attention to her, and she was startled to see an expression of disgust and irritation.
"What exactly are you still doing here?" He sniffed, then took another long drag upon the cigarette poised between perfectly manicured fingers.
"Uh.Frankie.we were.a .together, last night? Doncha remember?" Columbia asked, hoping he would say what she had always hoped he would. She focused upon his dark, sultry cherry lips, in her mind forming the words she had so longed to hear. "My dearest Columbia, how could I possibly forget? You are quite a vixen in bed, if I do say so myself. Please, forgive me for forgetting about you and focusing my attention on that silly creation, I'll have Riff Raff put it to a halt at once, so I can spend more time with you, my mademoiselle."
Columbia smiled, but Frank's reply snapped her to her senses.
"Of course I remember, Columbia, but that was nothing, really. Just a little bit of fun. I didn't expect you to stay the whole night."
Columbia felt tears spring up in her eyes, and she bit her lip and tried to blink them back.
"Oh, Frankie baby I'm..uhm.sorry, I just thought you would like spending more time with me." She felt her heart drop to her stomach. As wonderful as she thought Frank was, he was a jerk. Plain and simple. But he was all she had, she was hopeless in the aspect of men, so as long as she could fool herself into thinking someone loved her, she could stay that peppy, fun-loving Columbia a little longer.
"Well, you thought wrong." Frank snapped. He flicked his cigarette, causing the ashes to fall upon her, a slight drizzle of ashes that grew cold as they fell. "Leave."
The ice in his voice was too much, and despite her efforts, a tear slid down her cheek.
"But Frankie-"
"Dammit, Columbia, I said leave."
"Fine! Fine then!" Columbia put her clothes on hastily, and stormed to the door, slamming it behind her. As soon as it was silent, she began to wail. She didn't care who heard.
*** *** ***
Frank shook his head, raven curls bouncing. Stupid girl, he thought, rolling his eyes. She honestly believes I just might have a thing for her. Well, well, apparently she isn't as intelligent as I have given her credit for, Frank N Furter does not love, he simply lusts.
**** *** *** Magenta was busy cooking in the kitchen when Columbia ran in, disheveled and almost indecent, due to the way her clothes hung on her body. Magenta sighed in frustration, then turned off the gas burners on the stove. Breakfast was just about done anyways, so she might as well ask her what was wrong, it was a better distraction then trying to find something else to make, anyways.
Unaccustomed to these emotional sessions of comfort, Magenta followed Columbia, who continued through the kitchen and down the hallway to the Entry Room, as they called it. Columbia threw herself upon a musty sofa, her body wracking with sobs.
Magenta sat next to her, and began to stroke her hair, a look of exasperation on her face. "Columbia, what is wrong this time?" She asked, but she already knew it was Frank.
"F-F-Frankie." Columbia choked.
"What about him?" Magenta said, annoyed. "You know what he does to everyone is what he does to you. Why do you tell yourself every time that he has feelings for you? The Master does not have feelings. You are much better off with that.Eddie boy." Magenta waved her hand.
Columbia sat up, her face a mess, a childlike pout forming on her lips. "Eddie doesn't love me either." She sulked.
"Fine! Fine! I give up!" Magenta tossed her hands up in the air, and stormed back to the kitchen. Columbia was in one of her moods where she just wanted to pout.
Returning to the kitchen, Magenta found a lovely surprise awaiting her. Riff Raff was standing there, the right corner of his lip twitching as if he was about to smile, but wasn't. "Riff darling," Magenta grinned, biting her lower lip.
About an hour after Riff Raff left to his own quarters and Magenta had dressed and changed the sheets upon the beds, and returned them to their previous places, the television and intercom clicked to life, showing a very irritated Frank, puffing on a cigarette, his painted eyebrows arched.
"Magenta, it is about time for breakfast," Frank snapped, annoyed with her tardiness today with his impeccable routine.
"I apologize, Master," Magenta bowed her frizzy head slightly, while biting the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping back at him. Frank was such a cruel bastard and she could do nothing.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Frank shrieked, and flipped off the intercom and television. Magenta stormed out of the room, slammed the door and proceeded to the lift. Oh, how she hated the Prince. He was even more unbearable these days now that his creation's birth was approaching. He informed them the morning before that there would be a grand birthday party for "Rocky Horror," the name he had given to his unborn creation. That meant, she, the "domestic," Frank had labeled her with a sneer, would be in charge of cleaning the castle and preparing the food and other arrangements for the party. Her brother, Riff Raff, was the "handyman," but lately Frank had employed Riff's talents in chemistry, biology and anatomy, and had kept him working from morning till late night upon his creation.
She just hoped that Riff Raff really was serious in his intent to rid them both of Frank's rule. Riff Raff hadn't ever lied to her before, nor spoke before thinking, but Magenta was worried anyways.
*** *** ***
She awoke to find Frankie smoking in bed next to her, his ankles crossed as he lay lounging in his red satin bathrobe. His face wore a look of annoyance, as it so often did lately.
Columbia rubbed her eyes as she looked up at him. "Mornin' Frankie!" Columbia said cheerfully, a smile playing across her lips.
Frank turned his attention to her, and she was startled to see an expression of disgust and irritation.
"What exactly are you still doing here?" He sniffed, then took another long drag upon the cigarette poised between perfectly manicured fingers.
"Uh.Frankie.we were.a .together, last night? Doncha remember?" Columbia asked, hoping he would say what she had always hoped he would. She focused upon his dark, sultry cherry lips, in her mind forming the words she had so longed to hear. "My dearest Columbia, how could I possibly forget? You are quite a vixen in bed, if I do say so myself. Please, forgive me for forgetting about you and focusing my attention on that silly creation, I'll have Riff Raff put it to a halt at once, so I can spend more time with you, my mademoiselle."
Columbia smiled, but Frank's reply snapped her to her senses.
"Of course I remember, Columbia, but that was nothing, really. Just a little bit of fun. I didn't expect you to stay the whole night."
Columbia felt tears spring up in her eyes, and she bit her lip and tried to blink them back.
"Oh, Frankie baby I'm..uhm.sorry, I just thought you would like spending more time with me." She felt her heart drop to her stomach. As wonderful as she thought Frank was, he was a jerk. Plain and simple. But he was all she had, she was hopeless in the aspect of men, so as long as she could fool herself into thinking someone loved her, she could stay that peppy, fun-loving Columbia a little longer.
"Well, you thought wrong." Frank snapped. He flicked his cigarette, causing the ashes to fall upon her, a slight drizzle of ashes that grew cold as they fell. "Leave."
The ice in his voice was too much, and despite her efforts, a tear slid down her cheek.
"But Frankie-"
"Dammit, Columbia, I said leave."
"Fine! Fine then!" Columbia put her clothes on hastily, and stormed to the door, slamming it behind her. As soon as it was silent, she began to wail. She didn't care who heard.
*** *** ***
Frank shook his head, raven curls bouncing. Stupid girl, he thought, rolling his eyes. She honestly believes I just might have a thing for her. Well, well, apparently she isn't as intelligent as I have given her credit for, Frank N Furter does not love, he simply lusts.
**** *** *** Magenta was busy cooking in the kitchen when Columbia ran in, disheveled and almost indecent, due to the way her clothes hung on her body. Magenta sighed in frustration, then turned off the gas burners on the stove. Breakfast was just about done anyways, so she might as well ask her what was wrong, it was a better distraction then trying to find something else to make, anyways.
Unaccustomed to these emotional sessions of comfort, Magenta followed Columbia, who continued through the kitchen and down the hallway to the Entry Room, as they called it. Columbia threw herself upon a musty sofa, her body wracking with sobs.
Magenta sat next to her, and began to stroke her hair, a look of exasperation on her face. "Columbia, what is wrong this time?" She asked, but she already knew it was Frank.
"F-F-Frankie." Columbia choked.
"What about him?" Magenta said, annoyed. "You know what he does to everyone is what he does to you. Why do you tell yourself every time that he has feelings for you? The Master does not have feelings. You are much better off with that.Eddie boy." Magenta waved her hand.
Columbia sat up, her face a mess, a childlike pout forming on her lips. "Eddie doesn't love me either." She sulked.
"Fine! Fine! I give up!" Magenta tossed her hands up in the air, and stormed back to the kitchen. Columbia was in one of her moods where she just wanted to pout.
Returning to the kitchen, Magenta found a lovely surprise awaiting her. Riff Raff was standing there, the right corner of his lip twitching as if he was about to smile, but wasn't. "Riff darling," Magenta grinned, biting her lower lip.