A/N: Hello all. Sorry for the uh, delay, but here it is. And, due to 'popular' demand, I have indicated where there are 'flashbacks' and whatnot.

Disclaimer: I own nothing…how depressing. O well, I have my RHPS DVD to keep me happy.

Here's to my reviewers- few as they are!

Mandy of the Amoeba- Here is your chapter! Hehe…yes, we all want Riff… ;-)

HughloverX- Yes, I am, as of now, indicating flashbacks/flash-forward. And don't worry- DeLordy will be playing his part in the story soon, and then…well, I won't give anything away! Thanks for the support!

ActChick13- Hello, my newest reviewer! I say we organize a rally and take Riff hostage…smiles Yeah that sounds nice…

Happy reading!

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Chapter 4

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"What the hell are you doing back here without a job!"

"What do you mean, 'without a job'? You don't have a job either! You sit here at home on your ass all day and do nothing!"

"I take care of the kids That's plenty enough of a job for me, thank you very much! They're your kids too, ya know! Or have you forgotten that!"

"Of course I didn't forget! How could I! You better get a job soon, woman, or I'll throw you out of my house!"

"Excuse me, YOUR house? Who cleans it? Who cooks the food? Who does all the shopping? ME! And what do you do all day? Go out with your buddies and drink, not to mention spending all our money!"

"What money!

"Money we'd have if YOU would just get a job!"

"Me get a job? What about you!"

"I have a job! I take care of the kids! OUR kids You'd better shape up, or I'll throw you out! You can go live with your buddies and spend THEIR money!"

The fight raged on for hours at a time, their voices so loud the whole neighborhood could hear. Riff Raff and Magenta sat huddled under the sheet in Riff's room; Mags had gotten scared and looked for comfort with Riff.

She admired her older brother. He seemed so brave in these desperate times. He was also the smartest kid in his class- he got really good grades, especially in Math and Science, his two best subjects.

Riff, however, admired Magenta. She was so small, only three years old, yet she was so sure things would turn out alright, and that, by some miracle, Mom and Dad would stop fighting and they would become a happy, little family, like on T.V.

Too bad this was real life...

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Riff awoke to a bright light shining in his facethe light of two of the three moons; it wasnoon. His ankles throbbed as the shackles cut deeper into skin.

He moaned as he sat up and shuffled to the window. He had yet to explore his cell, his temporary home for another 5 days. He hoped he had a good view.

He peered out the window. Yes, he had a good view; the ocean, the two out of three moons, and the...guillotine!

He backed away from the window, horrified, and sat back down on the bed.

O.K., Riff, he told himself. Don't worry, you'll be fine…a quick and painless death. Nothing to worry about. Just...beheading. He gulped and massaged his neck.

"Great," he mumbled to himself. "Just great."

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After breakfast, Riff had gone back to the lab. Magenta had proceeded to clean the house, mostly just dusting and vacuuming. She occasionally heard Riff cough from the lab, or the humming and buzzing of machinery.

Her mind drifted back to earlier that morning, when Riff had set Frank's clock five hours ahead. Frank sure had made a mountain out of a molehill, but that was just how he was. He had made a racket fit to wake the dead.

She walked across the hall into the main room and began dusting the furniture. All was quiet and peaceful. The hours dwindled away until it was 10:15.

Right as the grandfather clock struck the time, Frank descended down the stairs in his satin robe and high heels. He seemed to glow with a holy light, as though he was God himself.

She loathed him.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he made his way to the dining room.

"Get breakfast ready," he told her. "Columbia and Eddie will be joining us shortly."

"Of course, Master," Magenta hissed angrily. She followed him with her eyes as he entered the dining room and closed the door. She tossed her dirty rag on the couch and strutted into the kitchen, slamming the door behind her with a loud BANG.

She heard the fall and tinkling sound as Frank dropped a china cup in the next room. She smiled.

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"Magenta, I love you," he moved his hand forward to take hers, but she pulled it away.

"DeLordy, please, don't. Not now," she suppressed the river of tears that wanted to come out. She couldn't cry- not now.

"Magenta, I know you don't love me, but I love you. I'll do anything to prove it. Even...even give up my life."

Magenta looked up, not quite sure of what she was hearing. "Come again?"

"I said, 'I'll even give up my life'."

"What do you mean?"

"Magenta, I have a plan. A plan on how to get Riff out of jail, maybe even escape death. But you have to trust me."

"Um..." she wasn't sure if she could trust him. But…if it could get her beloved Riff Raff out of jail…maybe she had to trust him. "O.K. What's the plan?"

"Well, it goes like this..."

Riff sat on his cot, his ankles itching uncomfortably. The shackles had been on him for four days now, and his feet were cut and caked with blood. Supposedly, the guards were coming to remove them today, but they were three hours late.

Figures, he said to himself. This is a crappy prison. They don't care about the people in here. All they care about is money. And death, especially execution. The execution of the man who killed the 'beloved' Prince.

He sighed, rose from the cot, and shuffled painfully over to the bars of his cell, waiting hopefully for guard to come remove his shackles. Riff stood there for the longest time, maybe even hours, ignoring his throbbing feet.

At long last, a rather chubby guard came strolling down the dimly lit hallway, his keys jingling cheerfully in his hand. He was smiling.

"Well, Mr. Riff, how do you feel?" he said in a voice one would use if they were speaking to a two-year-old. Riff didn't reply.

The guard smiled. "I thought so. Anyway, I'm here to relieve you of your captor." He motioned to Riff's feet. "Step back so I can come in. And no funny stuff, mister, or the squad will be down here in a second, guns and all."

Riff seriously doubted that the squad would be down here in a second, considering they were all similar to this one- fat and lazy. But Riff remained silent, and moved to allow the guard inside his cell. The keys clinked softly as the officer inserted them into the key hole, and the cell door banged open.

"Sit down," The official pointed to the cot. Riff sat down.

"Now lift your feet, please, so I can unlock them," With some difficulty, Riff scooted back against the wall and put his feet on the cot. The guard inserted the keys into the lock of the shackles and they creaked open, dried blood stained on the insides.

"Some sight, huh?" The guard smiled and proceeded to unlock the other one. Once they were off, the guard tossed them in the corner where they bashed against the wall, making the sound of a knife striking a sharpener. Riff shivered slightly as the guard heaved himself up off the cot and ambled out the door. He turned to face Riff as he closed the cell door.

"See you in two days," the guard said happily, and smiled evilly. Riff knew he meant to say, 'See you when your about to have your head sliced off. I'll be taking pictures for the newspaper.' Riff mumbled something inaudibly and lay down on the cot. He heard the cell door bang shut and the guard relock the door.

His footsteps receded as he shuffled down the hall, whistling.

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What will DeLordy's plan be? Will Riff really die? Tune in to the next installment- coming soon!