The pair went to work on the bodies, Sweden on Frank, Struetsen on Columbia. Both had to load the bodies up with life darts to replenish the flesh, organs, and bone with the life-giving substance. Hopefully, Frank's earliest invention would work….
Sweden continued shooting darts into the man's bluish flesh until every angle of his body was covered was covered in the life-giving projectiles. Struetsen took a bit longer in his covering, but eventually the woman's body was also littered with darts.
"Now what?" the green-haired boy commented. He scratched his floppy hair questionably as Sweden replied.
"We wait until they start working."
Within ten minutes, Sweden and Struetsen could see a tiny twitch in Frank's right index finger. Soon his other fingers began to twitch. Columbia also began to reanimate, with her fingers and toes jerking around reflexively.
Eventually, both bodies entered the realm of the living. The man's chest began to heave involuntarily, then soon found a steady rhythm of breathing. The woman's did the same. Within another few minutes, the man began to sit up, blinking his eyes fretfully. Sweden watched the man as he came to life. He had runny makeup plastered wetly to his face, smeared over his eyelids and cheekbones. He had a small, pointed nose, a wide mouth, and large, bewildered eyes. Many would have laughed at the pitiful sight of the made-up man, but Sweden felt a twinge of strange attraction to him. He was dressed in precisely the same clothing as the woman, except that his corset was a magnificent ruby red and he had brilliant plumage clumped in a wet bundle of his wavy black hair. As the mystery man sat up shakily, Sweden plopped down on her haunches and held him up by the shoulder so that he wouldn't tip back.
Frank looked around him, at the spotlight partially blinding his eyes, and at the human figure supporting him by his side. He turned his head to further examine the helper and tilted back unsteadily.
"Be careful, Mister. We don't want you to fall back and hurt yourself," Sweden sweetly instructed.
"Uh, um, who are you?" the bewildered man questioned as he struggled to find a more comfortable position to sit. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the person supporting him, and soon realized it to be a woman. "And also, where am I?"
"My name is Sweden," the buxom raven-haired woman at Frank's side replied. "And my brother, Struetsen, is behind you to your…left. You are on the planet Transsexual. What's your name?"
Frank shielded his eyes from the bright spotlight as he peered over at Sweden. "Are you what they call, an angel?" he whispered to the dim figure touching him. "Because I'm quite sure that I was killed, and I don't know how I ended up here…" He finally remembered Riff Raff's last words and recalled the mode of transportation. "I remember, it was the transit bea..."
A soft finger over his lips stopped Frank from further speech. "You were dead, but my brother and I used these miraculous life darts that were invented about a decade ago by Transsexual's famo—"
"Me," the mystery man replied quietly and matter-of-factly. "And I never thought of them to come in handy for myself…."
Sweden loosened her grip a bit on Frank's shoulders and stared at his face. "Are you telling me that we just revived the Dr. Frank N. Furter, renowned scientist?" Frank gazed at her disbelieving face and nodded modestly.
"Yes, my dear, I am that doctor whom you have just mentioned. Are you stunned by all these comings-about?" He smiled widely at her obviously shocked appearance.
"Oh my, and I was just thinking about someday… meeting you…." She snapped out of her wide-eyed surprised look and took on a more knowing gaze. "I never thought that we'd meet today, in this way…." As Sweden and Frank remained in the fixed gaze, Struetsen sat behind Frank, beaming with admiration for the famous scientist.
Just then, Columbia sat up and yawned loudly enough for Frank to jump at the suddenness of it.
"It's ok, Mister Doctor Sir," Struetsen replied. "That's the other person we revived."
In a sudden motion, Frank whirled around to face the figure with tears beginning to form. Rocky was alr-- Frank sighed a sad, deep sigh when he realized it was only Columbia. Just as swift as he had spun to face the yawning person, Frank turned back around to face Sweden.
"Did you revive my Rocky?" he asked her pitifully.
"Rocky? We revived you and the woman; is her name Rocky?" Sweden offered.
"No. He's very… muscular… And he's… blond…." Frank choked out, obviously upset. Distraught, he peered down at his tatters of clothing as he ran a hand through his water-logged hair. He sighed exasperatingly and wobbled unsteadily to his feet, glancing down at his shoeless state while straightening himself. Sweden rose immediately next to him.
"We can help you find Rocky, if you'd like, Dr. Furter," she offered. Frank raised a hand to her comment.
"Please, call me Frank," he assured as he raised Sweden's hand to place a light kiss on top.
Nearby, Columbia regained enough consciousness to glare furiously into the back of Frank's head. Why couldn't I have been enough for him to be satisfied? she fumed, huffing angrily and crossing her arms in defiance to help find Frank's creation. Alas, no one looked at her to help, instead pretending she wasn't even there. Frank had not paid any attention to her after her yawn, so Sweden and Struetsen followed his lead and ignored her as well. They did not recognize this red-headed foreigner; it was the famous Dr. Furter that would hold their attention.
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Frank, Sweden, and Struetsen soon spotted Rocky's stiffened corpse strewn over a broken auditorium seat. The trio picked the body up and transported him to the middle aisle to attempt to resuscitate him. They squatted around him, immediately aware of the lack of vital signs. Realizing that Rocky was indeed dead, Frank threw himself crying over his body, tenderly stroking his chest.
"Oh my," Sweden gasped. "I only have five darts left to revive him."
Frank looked up from his position draped across Rocky's face. "What's so bad about that? How many do you need?"
"Well," Sweden considered. "I had fifty when I came out here. That means I used forty-five on you alone. How about you, Struetsen?"
"I don't have any left!" Struetsen whined. "What are we gonna do?"
An expected response came when Columbia yowled out, "Let's fahget about Rocky!"
All three whirled around to glimpse at the owner of the incredibly high-pitched, whiny voice that uttered forbidden words in Frank's presence. The recently-revived scientist's hand came out of nowhere and whacked her on the side of the face forcefully as he stood up, causing her to sprawl out in pain and anguish. Sweden and Struetsen cringed immediately in total shock of the outburst.
"Shut up, you little slut," Frank shouted at the cowering redhead, "or I'll send you right back to where you came from."
"Where's that, Frank?" she managed to blurt out.
"Oblivion!" the transvestite shrieked as he kicked her in the stomach. "Don't you dare degrade me or Rocky, you hear?"
No answer. Another kick from Frank.
"Do I make myself clear, Columbia?"
"Yes," she cried softly, doubled up with fresh bruises.
After this volatile display, Frank collected himself and turned to Sweden and Struetsen in quite a pompous, haughty manner, not expecting the wide-eyed gazes of horror from the scene they had just witnessed.
"What's wrong, children?" Frank inquired as he clapped his hands together impatiently. The children both sat, transfixed as if the beating was continuing.
An embarrassed look crossed the scientist's face as he sought for an excuse. "You see, Columbia here is one of my servants. And as my servant, she should not hate her master's greatest work, his greatest pride, and greatest creation of all!" He looked quite jovial but turned to Columbia again with the flare of hatred.
"And you," he scoffed viciously as he pointed at her paint-streaked face. "I want you out of my presence now!"
Columbia sobbed silently as she dragged herself along the floor to the right-hand door. As she forced herself onto her bruised, battered legs, the miserable groupie creaked open the door and fell out on her face. Frank scuffled up behind her and locked the door from the inside.
"Finally, free of her," he sighed in relief. He clicked on the main auditorium light to illuminate the dark emptiness of it. Sweden and Struetsen blinked and covered their eyes, not used to the brightness in the formerly dim place. They had witnessed a terrible scene, Frank's wrath at its worst, and weren't sure how to regain the conversational atmosphere.
Instead of his usual braggart attitude after a show of power, Frank was feeling a bit guilty for embarrassing Columbia in front of the strangers. I can see how she would feel disregarded, he considered. I don't blame her for showing dislike towards Rocky. Sweden and Struetsen were staring at him, eyes wide with shock. Now I've embarrassed myself. He didn't know how to swing back into conversation.
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The room remained in total awkward silence for what seemed like hours until Sweden managed to inquire upon her brother. "Struetsen, could you run to the market and buy some more darts for the other? Here, buy fifty." She handed her brother five ten-pound notes, which he put into his breast pocket as he sprinted for the back door of the auditorium. "I'll go my fastest. If I can hitch a ride, that would be even better," he assured excitedly.
As soon as the child had left, Frank smiled wickedly to himself. Shall I nail her now while we're alone? He glanced over at Sweden, gazing down at the Michelangelo print on the bottom of the pool. But, I've only just met her; I can't do that…She's too nice for treatment like that…. He scoffed silently at his own hesitance. "What is wrong with me today?" he mumbled disgustedly to himself.
Frank approached unsteadily on his bare feet, wonted to the high pumps he usually clad. With an alluring gait, he strode over to the seated Sweden and stood beside her.
"I must apologize, my dear," he remarked with a wide smile, "for scaring the wits out of you with Columbia." He chuckled as he hunkered down across from Sweden. Before she could respond, he continued. "Columbia has always been a groupie, following around the inhabitants of the castle, bothering me constantly. When I decided to make Rocky, my most precious creation, she became quite jealous and said many hurtful things about my perfect creation. It upset him deeply, so I in turn developed a hatred for Columbia."
He reached out and stroked her arm with the same wide smile. "Do you forgive me for that silly outburst?"
"Of course I do," Sweden replied, still amazed that the Doctor Frank N Furter was asking for her forgiveness.
Frank sat down, crossing his legs underneath him, as he continued to inquire Sweden. "How exactly did you and the boy find this place? And how did you know to go into the auditorium?"
"Well," Sweden bashfully responded, "I heard the castle land, and I ran over to see just what had happened. I guess my curiosity got carried away with me, because I ventured in here and fortunately happened to pick this room to visit first."
Frank could sense Sweden's reserve and gazed into her eyes playfully. "How long do you think it will take the boy to return?" he questioned suggestively.
"Um…" Sweden was clueless as to his hints, and replied truthfully. "It probably will take him quite awhile. The market is quite far from this castle; he most likely won't be back for another couple of hours, and that's if he hurries. I'm sure Rocky will be alright; don't worry." She placed a reassuring hand on his and smiled warmly with hope reflecting in her eyes.
Frank figured then how he'd act towards Sweden. I can't expect her innocent young self to understand what I'm trying to convey to her. I'm moving way too fast. I think I'll just wait for now, he decided. His formerly flirtatious grin was now a friendly smile, and he changed the subject, desiring to know more about this mysterious beauty arriving to save his life. Ever since his revival, Frank felt odd hesitations to do activities that previously fit his forte.
"So, um, what has your life been like on Transsexual? Any family? Relationships?" He struggled for words, realizing the way he felt was totally unlike him, and the information he desired was information he had never asked about anyone.
Sweden, obviously quite flattered, began slowly. "I was born here and have lived here all my life." She thought a bit. "I enjoy it here, but I have always wanted to see other places, planets, galaxies…." she trailed off, staring off dreamily. Within seconds, she continued. "I live with my brother Struetsen about a fourth of a kilometer away from this castle. Nothing very extraordinary has happened yet in my life…until now…." She smiled shyly at Frank, who was focused on her attentively. "How about you?"
Frank blinked as he realized she was addressing him. "Oh, well, my story is quite depressing. Are you sure you want to hear?"
"I would love to hear your story, that is, if you don't mind telling it," Sweden replied.
"All right then." Frank sighed. He stood up and prepared to sing about his past.
"I was born in
The early mornin
On this reddish planet's face
I didn't know that
I would be forced to
Someday live with the human race
It angered others
When I uncovered
And I discovered life's one spark
And what was stranger, was that
They deemed me a danger, and so
I was banished into dark
In my best plan
I made a man
He helped me find my peace of mind
But Brad and Janet
From that strange planet
Threw his existence in a bind
They screwed up Rocky
And made him cocky
He would not obey me anymore
Then, my servant Riff Raff
With an insane laugh
Zapped me dead upon the floor
My life, it seemed
To him was too extreme
So to the universe I became no more.
Frank seemed to be his former self again, animatedly describing his past to the interested spectator in front of him. Once he was done, he strode over to Sweden again and sat down. "My past life is depressing, isn't it?"
"Yes, that is really sad what happened to you. I wish I could have helped you get through that horrible time so that it wouldn't have ended so tragically." She sighed hopelessly, looking down at the floor.
Frank touched her knee, full of gratitude. "You saved my life! You brought me back from the dead! What you have done today is the best thing you could have done for me." He leaned closer towards her. "If it weren't for you, I would be dead."
Sweden noticed Frank's earnest look and a twinge of excitement coursed through her veins at the thought of the famous scientist so close to her. She had never seen such an eccentrically-dressed man, and yet, there was an enticing exotic way about his appearance. Frank's lipstick had been washed off, yet thick residue of his perfect blue eye shadow lingered around his eyes. He was built nicely, with muscular arms and a slim waist and legs. The ruby corset complemented his eyes so well, it was as if he had been born wearing it. One of his tall black pumps lay in the aisle, and Sweden imagined him prancing about naturally in the attractive shoes, jovially addressing his many admirers.
Frank could see that Sweden was examining him up and down and couldn't help but do the same to her. Sweden's dark eyes were full of care for him, and he was struck with amazement and sheer joy at the thought. Sweden's hair was long, straight, and dark, framing her face in shimmering black cascades. My God, she's absolutely flawless, he thought, admiring her perfect facial features: her straight nose, big eyes, and tantalizing mouth, and a perfect body to match. She had a slim waist, ample bust and shapely hips and butt. And such an innocent look on such a womanly woman, he thought. It was the perfect combination.
Both could sense that each was feeling the same things and decided on actions instead of words to describe their attraction to each other. As soon as Frank's and Sweden's lips had touched there was a jolt of chemistry the pair could mutually feel. Sweden had never felt so inclined to kiss, to love, to feel, for another, and here he was, the famous Dr. Furter, kissing her right now. Frank could feel himself being turned on by the passion of their kiss, lingering on and on, gentle and soft and sweet. The two embraced each other warmly as their loving exchange took place and both were swept away by their intense feelings. Each had only known each other for less than an hour yet each was trying to believe the connection was possible.
As the kiss continued, Frank thought back to his past life, a life of forcing unwilling individuals to give him pleasure. Of course, at the time, Frank insisted it was their pleasure he was fulfilling with the deed. He was stimulated by it; he thrived on it; but making others fall for his seductive charm left him empty and wanting more. This domination of his over others led to his own downfall and death. Death. Maybe death was the best thing for him, he thought. He was able to meet the girl of his dreams and change his outlook on sex. He knew that no other could ever satisfy him the way she was doing in just kissing him. She's the absolute girl of my dreams; this is truly where I want to be, he silently stated.
Sweden could sense Frank's obvious excitement, characterized by the new tightness in his black panty-like garment. Several times she opened her eyes just to be sure it was really the Dr. Frank N. Furter she was kissing. She had heard that he was a womanizer, a user, who'd have sex with anyone just to get his daily pleasure. Would somebody this passionate and excited be that much of a lecher? If he did indeed treat each of his lovers this exclusively, no wonder he had so many. Sweden could feel herself falling deeper and deeper for him. Instinctively, she began to unbutton her shirt. Frank is the only one who could ever drive me this wild with desire, she thought. I really want to take this to the next level. Frank is sweet, caring, understanding, and confident and I really feel that I could love him exclusively for the rest of my life. By the way he's kissing me, he probably feels the same way.
Frank opened his eyes to see that Sweden was unbuttoning her top and tenderly took her hands in his as they parted lips. "Are you sure you want to do this, dear?" he asked innocently. "I'll bet you've heard all kinds of horror stories about me, and I can assure you that they aren't true. At least, not now."
"I really want to, but I must know…." Sweden quietly responded. "Are you going to use me because you know that I want you? Please, tell me the truth…."
With mouth gaping, Frank looked at her. "No, no, I could never do that to you. I wouldn't dream of it, believe me."
Sweden nodded shyly. "Okay then, I'm ready." She and Frank stood up, holding hands, and walked to the downed curtain on the stage for a less painful experience. After a brief kiss, both lay down on the curtain where Sweden finished unbuttoning her shirt. A few more articles of clothing were removed on both, and then, their physical relationship was begun. Sweden lay underneath him, smelling the slight aroma of water-logged cologne and pool chlorine, enjoying every moment of their lovemaking. Frank was gentle and didn't hesitate to confess his newfound love for Sweden during the time they spent intimately connected, which only brought Sweden further into the fantasy that was reality.
For the first time in her life, Sweden felt a complete rush of total pleasure sweep over her, and not once but several times did she feel this way before Frank became too tired to continue. And when Frank reached his peak, it was more powerful than had ever been with any of the formers, knowing that the whole experience was consensual and this beautiful woman only desired him. In their tiredness, Frank lay on Sweden, their faces pressed together in a vertical kiss. Sweden loved the feeling of his weight on top of her and even when he proceeded to slide off to her side, she pinned him with her arms onto her. When Frank finally did lie next to her, he caressed her hair and realized that he couldn't get up and leave, even if he wanted to. He felt such a deep connection to her, as if he had died just to finally meet her.
Sweden felt warm and satisfied with the knowledge that Frank did indeed love her. And she in turn realized that she loved him, that nothing as perfect as what they had just experienced in the past hour could be anything less than true love. She didn't care if she had to leave Transylvania, or even the whole galaxy, as long as she was with Frank. Fate seemed to have led her to the castle, so why would fate plan anything different for Frank and her? The scientist had already confessed so much, and the way he was physically expressing it made it all the more true to her. Yes, it had happened really fast, maybe too fast for such strong feelings, but at the moment, each could only think of each other. All the past lovers each had known did not occupy a speck of their memories.
The couple lay beside each other, only clad with the curtain, when suddenly the auditorium doors burst open and two pairs of pointy shoulders appeared in the light. Frank and Sweden jolted to a sit from their bed of curtains, shocked by the sudden intrusion of the two silent strangers. Immediately the transvestite knew the identity of the two ominous figures and trembled with dread.
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