Xcowers in cornerX Sheesh, such viciousness! No need to be hostile people! To compensate with the long time you wall had to wait (I was grounded from the computer for a week. I'm technically not supposed to be on until tomorrow, but what my mom doesn't know won't hurt her!) here's an extra long chapter. The end is nearing my friends! Here's to my reviewers- death threats and all!
Mandy of the Amoeba- Yes, I agree- he is too hot to die. Here's your chapter.
ActChick13- AH! Don't worry- no way in hellis Magenta sleeping with DeLordy- eww! I'm not that cruel!
xNationMcKinleyx- It's you I'm most afraid of. A pitchfork? Okay, okay, here's your chapter! Xoffers chapter like peace offering, then runs away wildlyX
HughloverX- Ah! The questions! Stop! XlaughsX and I like your planlet's go hide Riff in your room, and then we can both jump on top if the guards come…hehe. Here's your chapter!
Disclaimer- Of course, I own nothing. Duh. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I'd be in bed- with Riff. XsmilesX
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Chapter 5
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"We're getting a divorce."
Those words rang through Magenta's head again and again as she tried to figure out what had gone wrong in her perfect world. Their parents had had a happy marriage, until when she was about three years old. Then the fighting started. Loud, angry, pointless and never ending.
The terms were agreed to; Magenta went with her father, Riff Raff went with his mother. The father moved to a different town, and Magenta transferred schools.
They lasted ten years apart, and Magenta completely forgot she had a brother. Her new life was great. No more crying, and no more fighting.
When she started high school, she was instantly popular. Both beautiful and athletic, she was a hit with all the boys. All the jocks fought over her, and all the nerds dreamed about her.
Until she noticed this one boy. He was neither popular, nor very hansom. He was very smart, however, and got all A's. She saw the way he looked at her in third period Drama, and sixth period Band (yes, she was in band. She played Clarinet). He was two or so years older than her, and only had her elective classes, and lunch.
He sat a few tables away during lunch and followed her around school (not stalker-like, but in a ute way). Finally, Magenta found a note in her locker:
I know you don't know me, but I think I know you. Meet me outside near the oak tree after school. I have to ask you something.
Magenta was flattered. She quickly stuffed the note in her pocket and hurried to Algebra. That boy wasn't looking at her anymore; he kept his head down and never even looked up.
The next two periods seemed to drag on forever, and finally the bell rang. Magenta grabbed her books and ran out the front doors to the oak tree.
That boy, the one from Drama, Band, and who looked at her a tad bit funny, was standing there nervously, staring at the ground. She dashed over to him.
"I knew it was you!" Magenta said, smiling. The boy looked up.
"Oh, h-h-hi. Um, I was just, um, wondering if, um..." he stumbled around his words, trying to find something to say.
"Do you wanna ask me out?" She asked after a while of mumbling.
"Uh, yeah, I think so. But I'm not sure...I mean, if you are who I think you are, than I can't. I mean...oh..." He looked back down at the ground.
"Well, if you do, than you can. I'm single. I'm not sure how my friends will react, but I don't care what they think anyway. I'm not a stuck-up little brat like the rest of them. I dated a dork in junior high. Not that I'm saying you're a dork or anything," she said quickly, and then smiled. "I like you. I really do. I was wondering what took you so long to ask me out anyway."
The boy looked up, a bit surprised. "Really?"
Magenta smiled. "Of course really. How 'bout tomorrow at the movies? A bunch of us are getting together to see that old science fiction double feature at the drive in. You wanna go?"
"Uh, sure. I'll pick you up at, what, seven thirty?"
"Sure. I'll see ya then." Magenta turned and ran from the oak tree to the bus stop. She stopped at the bus door and waved to him. He waved back as she hopped aboard. He leaned against the tree and sighed.
I hope you're not who I think you are, Magenta, he thought.
He turned and left.
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Riff had been staring at the moon when he heard the lock click and the door slide open.
"Riff Raff, you have a visitor." The guard's voice floated through Riff's brain.
He slowly looked over towards the doorway, which was shrouded in shadows, hiding the guard and the visitor's face. He expected to see Magenta's smiling face or maybe his mothers if he was really unlucky.
But as the stranger sifted from the shadows to the light, the anger came to Riff Raff like a stampede, overtaking his whole body.
He was off the cot and over at the stranger's throat in a flash.
"Whoa, Riff, whoa!" The guard's voice was right next to Riff's ear, but he paid no attention. His only thought at the moment was killing the man who had almost stolen Magenta away from him. The guard finally wrenched Riff off the man's throat.
He stumbled back, panting slightly, the anger still clouding his every thought.
DeLordy stood in the doorway, massaging his neck with one hand, and clutching a black bag in the other. He looked up at Riff, who was just about to make another attack before the guard whipped out his gun.
He held it in front of him, aiming it at Riff. He started breathing heavily. He was obviously in a panic.
"No more funny stuff, Riff, or I'll shoot you. I swear. You come near this man again and I'll shoot you. I will." The guard said shakily.
The smile was gone and his face was white. Riff slowly backed away, hands in the air, anger being replaced quickly by fear.
"I must speak with him alone, officer." DeLordy's voice was slightly strained.
"I'm not leaving you alone with this madman!" the guard shrieked.
"I'll be fine. Just leave, please."
The guard cast a worried glance at Riff, and then looked at DeLordy. He reluctantly turned and left, slipping his gun into its holster.
DeLordy looked at Riff, who was now sitting on the cot.
"Well, that was exciting, wasn't it?" DeLordy smiled. Riff could see the red hand marks on his neck. He smiled slightly and sat down on the cot.
"What do you want?" Riff snapped, the anger returning.
"I've come to make amends with you before you, um, pass on." DeLordy said, sitting down on the far end of the cot, a safe distance from Riff.
Riff scoffed. "Yeah, right. What do you really want?"
DeLordy sighed, and rubbed his head. "The truth, Riff? You want the truth?"
He sighed again, and stood up. Placing the bag on the cot, he unzipped it and produced a small thermos. Inside the bag, Riff noticed something else. It looked like clothes. His clothes.
"What's that?" Riff asked, eyeing the thermos skeptically.
"It's a gift, from Magenta. She sent me here with it, to give to you. Here, catch!" He tossed the thermos to Riff. Riff caught it, and held it in his hands as though it was a poisonous snake.
"I don't believe you. Its poison, probably." He started to hand it back to DeLordy, but he refused.
"No. Magenta gave it to you. I swear. See, there's even a note." DeLordy reached into the bag and produced a piece of folded-up paper, which he handed to Riff. He put the thermos down on the bed, unfolded the note and read:
My Dearest Riff,
How are you? I have missed you so much. I am truly sorry for what has happened. I wish to visit you, but the Council forbids it until the execution. Therefore, I have sent DeLordy over with a cup of your favorite coffee for you to enjoy. I hope it reminds you of home, and brings you peace.
I love you so much, dear brother. I shall see you very soon.
Sincerely yours forever,
Magenta
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Riff picked Magenta up later that night at her house. She was wearing black jeans, a white peasant shirt, and her favorite pair of flip-flops. Her hair was hanging around her face in long, auburn locks. Her lips were bright pink, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes lines with eyeliner. She looked beautiful.
"Hi, Riff!" she greeted him as she opened the door.
"Um, h-hi Magenta." He stammered, unsure of what he should say. "Uh, you look very, um, nice tonight." He smiled weakly, feeling embarrassed and stupid.
"Oh, thank you Riff." She smiled sweetly and closed the door behind her. "Shall we leave?"
"Um, yes, we'd, um, better get going." He turned and started towards his hover-car.
"Ahem." Riff, startled, turned to face Magenta. She stood with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently. "Aren't you even going to offer to escort me to you're vehicle?" She smiled at the joke.
"Oh, of course." He stumbled forward, regained his composure, and offered Magenta his arm. She took it, and they walked to the car.
As Riff drove to the drive-in, they chatted about school, home life, and whatever else they could think of. Riff began to feel a little more confident, and he started to enjoy himself. But as they rounded the corner of the drive-in, Riff saw the rest of the 'popular' crowd parked in their cars, waiting for Magenta, and he began to feel queasy.
Magenta, noticing the worried look on his face, patted his arm.
"Don't worry, Riff. Just relax, and be yourself." She waved to her friends as the car came to a halt. "Hi, guys!" She called to them as she stepped out of the car. "I brought a friend from school, Riff Raff. I'm sure you know him."
"No, I don't think I do," Mike stepped from the crowd. He was the most popular jock, and one of Magenta's many ex-boyfriends. He and the rest of the crew laughed at the joke, and slapped one of the guys a high five. Magenta scoffed, and turned back to the car.
"Riff, you comin'?" She asked. He hesitated, wondering whether or not the others would accept him.
They probably wouldn't, but he decided to give it a try.
He opened the car door and stepped out. As he slipped the keys into his pocket, he noticed the others staring at him intently, seemingly fascinated that Magenta, the most popular girl in school was on a date with him.
One of them leaned over to Magenta. "Why'd you bring him?" She whispered. Magenta smiled as though the reason was obvious.
"He's my date, duh." She motioned for Riff to join them. "C'mon, let's go get some popcorn."
With an anxious look to the others, he tentatively walked over to Magenta to accompany her to the concession stand. To Riff's surprise, they joined hands, and he relaxed. Even if the others didn't accept him, she did.
And that was all that mattered.
Even if she was his sister.
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Riff folded the note back up and pondered what Magenta had written. What did she mean, 'I'll see you very soon'? What was she planning? Suicide? He didn't know, but he must find out.
"Riff," DeLordy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Drink Magenta's coffee, she brewed it especially for you." DeLordy scooped the thermos from the bed and handed it to Riff.
Riff's fingers caressed the bottle, while he decided whether or not to drink its contents. Finally, he unscrewed the bottle and tipped it towards his mouth. As he swallowed, he noticed something was wrong—very wrong.
This definitely wasn't coffee.
Suddenly the room began to spin. Riff dropped the bottle in a frenzy to remain standing. It crashed to the floor, spilling the remainder of the concoction all over the cell. He stumbled forwards, drunken and slipping into unconsciousness. DeLordy swam before him, a smile on his face.
"W-w-what d-d-did y-you d-d-d-do to m-m-me...!" Riff managed to growl, stumbling towards him, arms outstretched, bent on revenge.
"Believe me Riff, its better this way," DeLordy's voice floated through his ears.
Then, blackness.
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A/N: Ah! Another cliffhanger! MUAHAHA! Guess you'll just have to wait… Just a few more chapters until the end, kiddies! I'll update sometime within the next few days. Until then...what did Magenta's note mean? What really was in that coffee mug? Did DeLordy promise to help Magenta, then backstab her? Or is it all part of her master plan? Hehe...until next time, friends!
