Chapter 6: He Didn't Like His Teddy
A/N: Frank-Eddie-Magenta-Columbia chapter, with a slight hint of Riff. How did Eddie get into the freezer? Read, find out, and be enlightened.
Disclaimer: As always...I own nothing. "Lullaby" is from Shock Treatment. So not mine either. Don't sue.
"Oh, Eddie...Baby, I'm sorry but it must be done." Blood trickled from the biker's cut forehead as Frank dragged him off to the freezer. Frank was not sorry at all- in fact, he never wanted to see Eddie again- not with the promise of Rocky, a new toy for him to play with. So, the transsexual scientist put Eddie in the empty lab freezer along with his motorbike, another thing he never wanted to see again.
Hours earlier.
"Eddie, come here. I've got something rather...special for you." The black-haired guy walked into Frank's room, where he was waiting impatiently. "Yes, master?" Frank smiled his charmingly sexy grin, and said, "Now, you know about the party tonight, right? You need a bit of relaxation, so I have arranged for a massage for you." He snapped his fingers and Magenta and Columbia demurely stepped forward, both flashing the same come-hither provocative smile. Columbia spoke first. "Whatever you'd like. We'll do anything." Eddie chuckled, "Oh, I think just the massage will do, thanks." The girls led him to the Zen room, where he laid down on the long couch. "All settled?" Magenta asked. "Then we'll begin." Eddie closed his eyes as Columbia massaged his spine, cracking and soothing the invisible kinks that were there until he forgot about everything except for the absolute euphoria of her touch. His bliss was broken when Eddie swore he heard cruel laughter coming from Frank's bedroom.
As if on clue, Magenta began to sing in her low Transylvanian way. It was a slow, soothing song, one that allayed any suspicions he might have had.
I feel the heat from your skin and the stubble on your chin
You're no good, you're no good...
You've got dirt on your hands and everybody understands
You're no good, mmm, you're no good...
Oh what a joke, you feel like choking,
You play for broke, he leaves you smoking, oh,
Romance is not a children's game.
But you keep going back...it's driving you
Insane...
She sang the word "insane" in the man's ear, playfully running a finger through his hair. Columbia continued with the song.
Drift into the treacle deep
Slip into its silent depths, go to sleep...
With your every thane akimbo
Float into the sandman's limbo...
--A cold pain shot through his forehead. Riff had inserted a long needle, and had given him something to completely put him out. "This is on the master's orders, Eddie. I'm sorry." As Eddie went unconscious, he heard Columbia crying, and Magenta trying to calm her down. The world went black to the sound of the fading twisted lullaby.
