Note: I do not own anything about the Rocky Horror Picture Show, Richard O'Brien does. And I thank him heartily for inventing it.
As Magenta and Riff Raff rocketed the castle into the clear night sky, a gigantic cloud of dust and debris covered Brad, Janet, and Dr. Scott's scantily clothed bodies. The corpses of Frank and Rocky sloshed lifelessly in the auditorium pool as, a story above, Riff Raff and Magenta, standing in the laboratory, paused to listen to the rhythmic water movement.
"Oh, I cannot wait to see the beautiful moon-drenched shores of our home planet!" Magenta cried to her brother Riff Raff as she melted into his arms. Riff Raff comforted the weeping woman at his breast while stroking her hair tenderly.
"We will be there soon, sweet sister… to live in peace forever, together…" the stringy-haired man replied. Brother and sister exchanged a brief lustful glance as each continued with erotic tone of voice.
"Oh, Riff Raff, I can't wait another minute!" Panting furiously, Magenta ran her slender fingers along Riff Raff's breastbone down to his waistline.
With great will power, Riff Raff removed his sister's hand from his abdomen and held it loosely in his hand as they stood, bodies still touching.
"The castle must land before we can be sure enough to-" --he paused as he tightened his grip on her hand-"avert our attentions completely to each other…."
Magenta pouted her lips and gazed longingly into Riff Raff's eyes.
"Soon," he repeated gently to her.
The darkened auditorium was silent, save for the rhythmic sloshing of the pool water and the occasional thumping of Columbia's body on the auditorium seats. Happening less than an hour ago, the fateful moment of truth for Frank N. Furter and his minions had taken three lives and damaged three others' permanently. The crumpled figures of Brad, Janet, and Dr. Scott struggled in vain for hours to reach each other through the fog-covered, dark night sky, whilst the three deceased were strewn lifelessly around in their last room of life.
With a loud thud, the castle landed in the gritty reddish soil of Transsexual, flinging Frank and Rocky's lifeless bodies into the auditorium seats. Still clinging on to each other passionately, Magenta and Riff Raff recovered from the landing shock quite easily, and exchanged a brief, yet savage, kiss of relief.
"We have arrived, Magenta. Now we can frolic as we please in the rolling waves of our beloved beaches," Riff Raff announced to his eager sister.
"Let us depart from this castle, Riff Raff! This moment of utter bliss needs to happen as soon as possible, for I am about to burst!" She yanked him towards the elevator with an urgent tug as Riff Raff complied and followed her to the shaft. As they descended to the first floor, the stringy-haired man hesitated to continue to the front doors.
"What's wrong, dear brother? Do you not want to see our home planet?" Magenta yowled.
Riff Raff put a hand up to stop her inquiries. "Of course, I do, my most beautiful sibling, but shall we check upon the corpses first?"
He looked to Magenta for a response, and could tell that she would indeed burst if they did not leave right away. "They are dead, Riff, don't worry about them. They'll rot faster in the water anyway."
"And Columbia?"
"She probably was thrown into the water when we landed here."
Riff Raff beamed proudly and grasped Magenta's hand more firmly as they sprinted out the front door of the castle together. They kept running until the castle was out of sight, so they could truly feel alone. Once both agreed to an intimate spot, they settled down for the time.
Meanwhile, water leisurely dripped off two lifeless male bodies clad in ripped corsets, shards of fishnet hosiery, leather garters, and matching garter belts. The female's corpse was positioned awkwardly across stage lighting equipment. This quiet yet gruesome image remained as it was for at least an hour, until two Transylvanian teenagers approached the castle.
"I want to turn back now, Sweden," whispered a short, 14-year-old boy to his older sister, who had made her way into the opened main doors of the castle. She peered back at him. The five-foot-three boy named Struetsen, with his goofy bow tie, maroon biker's outfit loosely hanging from his skinny frame, and unruly green mass of hair, seemed hardly the macho man. Sweden's little brother was far from a man, and acted more like a nervous child.
On the other hand, Struetsen's 18ish sister Sweden was all woman. Her ample bust, slender waist, thick shiny black hair, perfect facial features and complexion, and long, slender legs made her highly desirable by all men, young and old. She could have had any male she desired, but she found it incredibly hard to attract herself to men, and her independence had been far too important to give up to any random imperfect male. They all had some fatal flaw that she always noticed and in turn, she skipped over the man as a potential mate. No man had ever satisfied her to her wildest desires, allowing herself to dispose of her independence, so she had continued searching the planet for the One, mostly with her little brother in tow.
On this warm and breezy evening, the eager young woman scanned the darkness with her light-stick, noticing the swirling staircase and various doors. Gazing up to view a shaky chandelier, she rested her hand upon her dart gun, each dart full of life substances that could revive the dead, feeling relief at having the power to make life. To make life, she thought, just in case the chandelier should collapse upon her unprotected body. She was only wearing civilian clothing, drab stitches of silky clothing sewn together in loose pajama-like style.
That Dr. Furter is quite an amazing scientist, she thought dreamily to herself. He made the power of life with his own two hands: these magnificent darts! And what else had he been working on when he left? She wondered. Oh yeah, his sonic transducer, the audio-vibratory physiomolecular transport device, capable of breaking down solid matter and projecting it through space, and maybe someday time itself! She sighed deeply at the thought of ever meeting the genius doctor and smiled with hope. Suddenly, she scoffed as she remembered his forced departure from Transsexual, the punishment for his dangerous discovery, the life darts that had highly intimidated the Elders. Now they were for sale everywhere and Frank's invention lived on without its inventor to collect his well-deserved revenue.
"Where did you go?" a little voice echoed into the corridor from the lime-green light outside the door as the small shadow of Struetsen appeared in the hallway. He timidly shone the light-stick about as he searched for a glimpse of the shiny red silk his sister was wearing.
"I'm over here," she answered grumpily. "If you're too afraid, you can leave."
Struetsen approached Sweden with a frown. "I am not afraid! I just thought something happened to you! It's been awhile since you've said anything."
Sweden shone her light-stick in Struetsen's eyes, causing him to shy away temporarily as she replied, "Alright, then, Struetsen, I'm going to continue into the castle. There doesn't seem to be anyone around anyway."
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The boy sighed as the two siblings approached an open door leading into a large darkened room. Sweden stepped into the gaping blackness and swerved the light-stick around to make out the shape of a stage.
"Look, Struetsen, it's an auditorium!" she signaled to her brother, cautiously peering at it from behind her.
"What's an auditorium?" he asked grumpily as he crossed his arms.
Sweden spun around. "You're telling me you don't know what an auditorium is? Remember when we saw the play Warped Existence? That was in an auditorium!"
Struetsen looked puzzled. "B-but you said that was in a theat-"
"A theater is a bigger version of an auditorium!" Sweden interjected.
When the boy nodded, Sweden continued down the main aisle, taking note to step over the downed lighting equipment. Although she had successfully avoided the spotlight, she placed her foot on something quite soft that made a crunching sound under her weight. Immediately, Sweden jumped back gasping as her light-stick cast out the figure of a… dead woman! Her brain silently screamed as she fought to regain composure for Struetsen's sake. The boy let out a little shriek and jumped back two feet when he saw the dead body, but calmed down relatively quickly and squatted closer to examine.
"Hey, I wonder if my life darts can revive this lady. She looks freshly dead," Struetsen commented as he poked his light-stick at the woman's half-exposed chest.
"Don't touch that right now," Sweden ordered. "I want to find some kind of light source so I can see more of this place. I don't want to be stepping on a slew of bodies on my way down this aisle."
Struetsen stood up slowly and pointed to the downed spotlight. "Why don't you turn this on, Sweden? I'm sure it'll work."
Brother and sister heaved the heavy fixture back onto its metal legs as Sweden clicked the lever to shoot a beam of bright light onto the stage and pool.
"Wow, Sweden, there's a pool set into the stage," Struetsen pointed out. Sweden nodded casually and continued twisting the spotlight about to see as much of the room as possible.
Sweden aimed the spotlight at the stage for a bit and then proceeded to scan the auditorium seats when suddenly she spotted a limp figure draped over one of the seats. She took in a breath of air and walked quickly over to the pathetic body, sopping wet with water. "Struetsen, come over here," Sweden yelled. "Help me get this man off from across this seat."
Sweden and Struetsen eventually got the man over to the auditorium aisle and examined him for an obvious cause of death. "You know," commented Sweden, "neither of these bodies have any blood on the outside of them. They don't have any holes or strangle marks on them neither. I wonder how they died…."
After a short period of contemplation, Sweden stood up and made her decision. "Let's try our life darts to bring these poor people back into existence. Okay, Struetsen?"
For once, Struetsen didn't look afraid. Instead, he smiled proudly. "Yes. Let's."