I own nothing...sadly. I wished I owned Riff Raff though...

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Chapter 2

They emerged from the Council building, looked at each other, and began laughing, although nothing was funny. They had been so worried about their deadly secret being discovered. Instead, it had only been a message to tell them that they were going to Earth.

Not prison.

Earth.

They laughed for the longest time. Any time they slowed down, they'd look at each other and began cackling again. That is, until they heard a voice behind them, an almost evil voice.

"I don't see what's so funny."

They turned around slowly, and stopped laughing almost instantly. It took them a split moment to realize who it was- the Prince.

"Well," he spat. "Can you let me in on the joke?"

Riff and Magenta exchanged nervous glances, and bowed.

"Your Majesty," they murmured.

Frank simply stared at them. "Well?" he asked. "Can you let me in on the gag, or do I have to guess? Oh, wait." He smiled evilly. "I already know..."

Riff and Magenta straightened up and stared at him, confused.

"What do you mean, sir?" Magenta ventured.

"I mean, I know your secret. You're dirty, um, family secret."

Magenta gasped. Riff took a step back, astounded. "How-"

"So unless you want the whole galaxy to know," Frank interrupted, "I suggest you listen up. Since we are to be traveling to Earth together, I have a few rules to administer. First, you are to refer to me as 'Master' at all times.

"Riff, you are to be the handyman; Magenta, you, the domestic. You are my servants, not my equals, not my associates. You must come to me with all requests; you are not to act on your own without consulting me first. You got that?"

Riff Raff and Magenta nodded slowly, transfixed by fear.

"Good. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning." With that, he strolled off, a huge smile of accomplishment on his face. Riff stared at Magenta.

"Great. Just GREAT! What do we do now!" Riff yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "He knows. The Prince knows. We're as good as dead now!" He paced back and forth agitatedly, his hands shaking.

"Maybe not," Magenta whispered.

Riff stopped to stare at her. "What do you mean, 'maybe not'? Of course we're dead! He'll tell the Queen! Then we'll be imprisoned, separated, or...or..." He gulped. "Killed."

"He said, and I quote, 'So unless you want the whole galaxy to know, I suggest you listen up and blah blah blah," she waved her hand in the air to signal the unimportance of the rest of the sentence.

"Yeah, so?"

She sighed. "I suggest we listen to him. You know, just deal with him for now. We'll figure out something later."

"Yeah, but...but...oh," he gave up. "Sure, why not. We were never his equals in the first place. So, the current plan: we deal with him for now, and come up with better plan later," he nodded. "Yeah, O.K…Let's just go home. I need to think."

He turned abruptly and walked down the cobblestone path. Magenta sighed, and followed.

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It only got worse from there...

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Riff awoke from a light sleep, his back aching and his muscles sore. He had been up all night trying to calculate the formula for the perfect man- with no success. He and Prince Frank had been forking for almost two years- or as Frank put it, he had been working on it for two years. Riff was just the assistant, the servant, the 'unequal'. Ever since that day...ooh, he shuddered to think about it.

Well, he thought, at least we're alive…and together. He and Magenta, his dear sister. Well, step-sister, anyway. He turned over to where she was sleeping, and looked at her. She was so peaceful. He wondered what she was dreaming about.

Probably home, he thought. She longed to go back, to once again walk along the warm, sandy shore with the moon beaming down upon them. But they could not return until Frank 'completed his research'.

Groaning softly, he turned back over and sat up in bed. He must get up; it was time to work.

Sighing heavily, he pulled himself up and began to get dressed. He made his way through the door and down the hall towards the elevator lift. He paused at Frank's room. He peered inside and saw him sleeping. He seemed so peaceful, so happy.

It made him sick.

He tiptoed across the room over to the alarm clock on the bedside table. 4:45.

Smiling, he knelt down in front of the clock and picked it up. Leaning against the bed, he fiddled with the knobs until the time read 9:45. Frank's alarm went off at 10:15. According to this, he only had half an hour left of sleep.

Stifling laughter, he stood back up, placed the clock back in its place, and crept out of the room. He would be punished for his stunt later, but he savored the time of being on top, of outsmarting Prince Frank. With this thought in mind, he set off down the stairs to the laboratory.