Okay peoples. This is the last chapter to the story (I hope). It's in Riff's POV instead of Magenta's. I think that I write better as Riff (because I am Riff!). This is not like the other chapters because it's meant to be an end. Pweeeaasssee tell me what you think! I hope this will surprise you, scare you, and make you go, "Ahhh, but…Awww!" Love to hear what my readers think, so REVIEW! I fact, make it a HUGE review note or e-mail me. I don't care. So, here's the last of this story. LOVE YOU IF YOU REVIEW! Tanks bunches o' bananas!
Love, confectioners sugar and Riff
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Tailcoat Chapter 3
We had returned to our home planet, Transsexual, a few years ago. I had killed the Prince Absolute Frank-N-Furter in the ship along with the groupie and my creation. I blasted them to oblivion with the laser that I stole from Frank. I had never before shot a laser or had done any violence. Sure I had gotten beaten up, but I had never inflicted any violence on anybody, even when I had wanted to. Now, I was a murderer of the Prince of the entire planet. Surprisingly, we hadn't gotten caught yet.
Magenter and I had made-up a story that the Earthling, Columbia, had shot him and Rocky and I had shot her to try and protect Frank. Still, to this day, I am sorry about the whole ordeal. We merely meant to return home, with Frank no less, but when he started to sing about his life, that it had been so hard for him, I became enraged. His life was bad? He was a prince. He could do whatever he wanted and have whomever he pleased. If he wanted a hard life, why not try ours? Abusive drunk for a father, prostitute for a mother, poor, living in a three room apartment not even big enough for the rats for most of our lives, that's how we lived. We worked our way out of that life not to be put back into it on Earth! So I tried scaring him, pretending I was going to shoot him, but when Columbia screamed, it took me by surprise. I shot her first, and with the rage of a wild animal in my eyes, I shot Prince Frank-N-Furter, then my creation, Rocky Horror.
When we returned home and told our story, they believed us, or they couldn't prove us wrong. I knew that they didn't believe us, but I made sure that they couldn't prove us guilty. For Magenter's well being. I could careless about myself, especially now. I knew I had become paranoid and the ghosts kept haunting me. Telling me of my jealousy. But after everything, Magenter was all I had and the only thing that could keep me sane. She had kept me together, and now, I was a General in the Queen's army, the same Queen that had her son killed, by me.
I laughed at the irony. Everyone knew that I had killed Frank, but they couldn't prove it, so they promoted me. The only regret I have was not getting Magenter a better job. She was still a worker at the castle. A damn domestic, just like when we worked for Frank.
Lately, the Prince's cousin, Lord DeLordy, has been trying to sleep with my dear sister. It takes all the strength I have not to tear him apart right then and there every time I see him. Recently, he had been revealing to me that Magenter had been becoming more and more compliant to his whims and it would be all too soon till he did get her in bed with him. I asked Magenter about this and she of course rejected the idea and said that it was pure poppycock. She told me never to listen to what he said. This overly defensive act worried me and I became paranoid over that.
I would lay awake at night, imagining every "what if…" I could think of. What if she gave in to him? What if she had already been with him? What if they had just been together while I was away? What if right before I came in they had done it in this bed? What if I caught them together? What if she left me for him? What if she had done it with more than just DeLordy? What if she had other lovers? What if she doesn't love me? What if it was her fault? What if…?
Over many nights this thinking had worked into my brain and caused the paranoia to worsen into complete and utter madness. My sanity slowly drifted and I started to believe the "what if…"s. Not at first, but over time, I came to believe of an affair behind my back that was planned by Magenter, my dear sister who held my heart with daggers. Every moment with her was painful for my imagination turned her lovely tender pale skin into revolting, unattractive, polluted pelt. But I made sure that she didn't notice, because what if I was wrong? Would I lose her? I don't know what I would do if I lost her because of my stupidity.
Then DeLordy added the spark to light my shortened fuse. He told me that he had finally gotten her in bed. He recounted every vile and contemptible thing that they had done. Every caress, every touch, every moan and thrust they enjoyed was given in detail and I could not help myself. I grabbed his and forced him to the wall.
"Do you find that funny? Huh DeLordy? That you're fucking my sister? Hmm?" I asked crazily as I seized him by the neck with unknown strength that I held
"What are you doing Riff Raff? Do you forget who I am? I am-"
"I don't care. I asked you a question and I expect it to be answered presently."
"Hey, it was her. She wanted it. Nearly begged for it. She said that I was the best she'd ever had and that it was much better than her current lover. She was quite good herself if you wanted to know," he said with a grin.
I forced him away and stormed to our apartment, rage filling my head. I had to make her mine entirely and forcefully. The only other time I had felt this blinding rage was when I had murdered the three beings on Earth.
I came through the door and saw her sitting on the bed putting clothes away. She had my worn, beat-up, old tailcoat that she had gotten me back when we were younger, when everything was fun between us and we played games like doctors and nurses. I always made them a little more "fun" then I figured that she knew. Now that hideous piece of cloth only made me more eager to reclaim my cherished sister.
"Hello Riff. You're home early. How was work?" she asked from the bed, never stopping her folding.
I made my way over to her. How dare she act like nothing was wrong, when it was blindingly obvious that it was not? I climbed on the bed and forced her to stop what she was doing.
"Riff, what are you doing?" she giggled with a seductive grin on her face. "Can't it wait till I'm finished with the laundry?"
I started to kiss her neck, the way she loved it even though it made me want to gag. DeLordy's fat face, hands, lips and body had been on her. I took everything I had not to tear that contamination from her. She giggled and laughed, shivering at my touch. I always loved feeling her melt. She would do anything for me now. It was the time where I was dominant that I used for my advantage. As I removed the clothes she was wearing and letting them fall to the ground, I made sure that the old coat was close at hand. As I caressed every part of her part of her she softly moaned with pleasure.
"Were you like this with DeLordy? It was the best you've had, wasn't it?" She forced me off her, her face showing condescension, contempt, and confusion.
"Yes I know Magenter. You're big brother sees all. What have you got to say for yourself my darling?" I gripped the tailcoat.
"No. No, Riff. I never. Why would I do that? DeLordy? No, I love you."
"Love me? Love me!" I cried out, pushing her back to the bed. "This is how you show love? No, you will not be distributed around the castle. You are mine. Always were and will be. Soon, and forever."
I took my old tailcoat and forced it over her mouth, but not over her eyes. How I loved her eyes. Green and exuberant. They once begged for pleasure, but now they begged for life. Tears started streaming down her face and her make-up bled. How awful, but still beautiful. She started trying to force me off, but my strength outmatched hers. Gradually, she stopped and her beautiful eyes stared up at me, but with nothing. She would never even rest her eyes on anyone else. I was the last thing she saw and she was the only thing I saw. She was mine, and would be for the rest of time.
I removed my tattered coat. It was the prefect gift and the perfect weapon for the occasion. She gave it to me to give me a chance to make an impression and now it was hers to make her mine. I tenderly wiped off the make-up that had run down her porcelain face with the coat. The clothes that were left on the bed and the floor I took and folded then to put away. In the dresser, I found her exquisite black dress that I loved. I made sure she looked striking, even in death and left her in bed. She looked as though she was sleeping.
I climbed into bed with her and held her close. She on the other hand made no movement. Her body was growing cold.
"Oh Magenter, my beloved sister, flesh of my flesh, delight of my life, forgive me."
I lightly gathered what was now our tailcoat, with her still in my embrace, and put it over us. All the memories that this tailcoat held, Magenter and myself first finding our love, the years we spent on Earth, the pain and retribution that we had gone through, and her death, now held us close. It was the perfect gift. It was our beginning and end.
THE END