Chapter Four

I Remember Doing the Time Warp

It was 8:00 in the evening and a brilliant storm was raging outside of the siblings' temporary home. Lightening struck quickly and thunder rumbled very near to where they lay waiting it out. Magenta had gotten bored with her books and was painting her toe nails a dark shade of red, her brother was working out a cross word puzzle, he amazed her with his talent for knowing all the answers.

Yawning, the red head finished off her final coat and screwed the lid back onto the bottle, "Can you hand me my nightgown Riff?"

Her brother looked up and nodded, setting his puzzle to the side and pulling the purple gown from the window. Magenta took it and climbed into the front seat, "What are we going to do for food tomorrow?" Her shirt and pants were promptly hung over the back of the seat as she slipped into more comfortable clothing.

Riff stopped to think for a moment, the combination of being responsible for feeding his sister and the fact that she was practically naked in the front of his van made him sweat. Finally he managed to stutter, "I-I was thinking we'd just go to the general store up the road. It's not too far of a drive and they always did have everything we needed for a camping trip."

Magenta crawled back into the rear of the van and nodded, "You're handling this entire thing very well you know?" She smiled and it was clear she didn't expect an answer. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, "Thank you brother."

The blonde watched in stunned silence as his younger sister slid underneath the blanket and shut her eyes to sleep. The rain continued to fall but let up a bit as Riff Raff continued his puzzles and thought about his sister. He remembered how surprised he had been when he first noticed that she was growing into a young woman, and then today he saw it again in her maturity and ability to handle the situation. Riff Raff was proud of her, he always would be, but he was worried too.

Recently he had begun to notice not only how mature his sister was getting in personality but also in physical forms. She was filling out, and something about her made him feel the tiniest bit…attracted to her. It felt good to let it out into his mind, to say it to himself. But he couldn't let her know. It was almost as if this was already determined, it was as if it wasn't his choice. He had to be in love with her.

Magenta slept restlessly that night. She dreamt of a huge castle with wide stone front doors. There was a party; for what reason she wasn't sure but she saw herself, and her brother. They were older and they were dancing, doing some sort of handshake and singing. The other people at the party were dressed rather oddly, bright tops and black pants.

There was a young couple as well, they looked terrified and eager to leave. She watched as she and her brother gazed at each other, smiling, she was unnerved by this. It looked like love, like they were in love. The red head watched as the palm of her own hand made contact with that of her brothers' their arms slid together and met at the elbow, then slid slowly back down as they smiled at each other.

She sat up in her bed drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Riff Raff was sleeping beside her, facing the other direction. Magenta thought back to what her mother had said about finding them in the forest and pulled the box they had been given into her lap. She opened the book cautiously and pulled the tattered old note from inside. Hers and her brothers' names had been scrawled on it along with something she couldn't make out.

The red head was surprised; there really wasn't much inside of the box. Two old letters, one was their adoption certificate and one was from a woman by the name of Janet Weiss. She examined the letter carefully, it read:

Evan,

While it is strange that the two children you found were near the site of my kidnapping two years ago it is even stranger to me that the children's names were Magenta and Riff Raff. It worried me even more so when I heard the descriptions you gave me of the two.

That night, the night Brad, Dr. Scott and I were found among the rubble of the old castle. I met the people you speak of. That is to say there were a brother and sister at the castle called Magenta and Riff Raff. They fit the descriptions although they were not young children. I don't remember much about that night except faces and names, and some of the more horrifying things that happened to us in that castle.

I'm afraid if you want much more information you'll have to contact Dr. Everett Scott. He was my professor in school. I'm sure he'd be glad to help you with your search.

Janet Weiss

Magenta stared down at the words in front of her. She turned the letter over to find a photo glued to the back. The words "Brad and Janet" were scrawled in neat handwriting above it. It was her fathers' handwriting. The couple in the picture looked content and happy, young too. Janet was dressed in a purple outfit and a cream colored hat, Brad in a suit, they appeared to be at a wedding.

Riff Raff shifted slightly and his eyes opened a touch, "What are you doing awake?" He asked groggily.

"I had a dream, it was really weird. There was a party, and we were there, but we were older and seemed to know most everyone. And they were there too," She handed him the picture of Brad and Janet before she continued, "But they didn't look like they knew what was going on."

Her brother took the letter from her hands and scanned it carefully, "Where did you find this?" Riff Raff rubbed his eyes and looked at her curiously.

"In the box along with three other papers and this thing," Magenta pulled what looked like the fork section of a pitch-fork with a handle attached the end from the box. It was dull and rusted, she pulled the trigger but nothing happened.

"What else happened in your dream?"

Magenta's eyes widened as she recalled what had gone on at that party, she couldn't tell him. Maybe she could show him, "I don't know how to explain it," The red head took her brothers hand and turned it palm down, "Just do what I do."

Slowly she slid her fingertips to his and moved so that their palms connected then their forearms and then their elbows. Riff Raff frowned as they slid back down and looked at her, "Did you feel that?"

She nodded; they had both felt the unmistakable pulse of a connection. A deep secret kept for years, a hidden love.

Almost as soon as their connection ended Riff Raff noticed a change in his sister, she did too apparently. Her hair seemed to have grown a couple of inches, her eyes were darker and she looked a little older. Riff Raff too seemed to have grown instantly. He looked more mature, more prepared.

They stared at each other for a moment before Magenta broke the uncomfortable silence that had built between them, "What do we do?" She clapped a hand to her mouth; her W's now sounded a lot more like V's for some reason. Riff Raff grinned.

"Love the accent."

"We should find this Janet person."

He nodded and she looked away, "You know I love you right?"

His sister turned back and smiled, "Yes."