Hoopla! Hope you're liking this fic thus far. I'm trying to figure out where this fic should go. Any ideas? Please REVIEW! Or else I'll draw hearts on every church door!


"Riff, Rocky and I would like something to eat," Frank called as Riff walked into the dinning room. Riff grumbled and mumbled something that didn't sound like a nice obedient servant would say.

"I wouldn't be muttering obscenities if I were you Riff Raff. Don't forget, you precious little sister is with me now. I control her fate and yours. Now, I'll ask you again before I have to start with more punishments…will you prepare us dinner?"

Riff grimaced and started to head towards the kitchen. Damn him! Damn him to oblivion! When I get my hands on…the laser! Where did Frank put that laser? In the lab! It has to be there! Walking through the kitchen to the stairs. He began making his way to the lab silently. Ducking through the hole that was made by Dr. Scott, and running to the bed that was still an absolute mess, he dove into the sheets to find the weapon.

"Where are you? Goddess damnit! Where is it? It was here."

"Do you really think that I would leave a laser just lying around with you still conscious?"

Riff looked up in horror and found the laser he had been searching for. The problem was, it was in Frank's hand pointing towards his chest.

"Wha-How? It was…but it…" Riff stuttered unable to grasp the idea that Frank knew what he was doing.

"Now, what should be the punishment for this? I already whipped you, punched you and threw things at you…what to do, what to do?" Frank said with a huge triumphant grin.

"Do what you will, but I swear I will –"

"I've got it! Perfect."

"What? What are you going to do to me now?" Riff asked cowering.

"First things first. All the drugs that you have scattered around must be given to me," Frank declared. He knew Riff had a great assortment of the stuff around the castle and it would be no fun if he were high the entire time. "And secondly, my favorite, every time you do something that upsets me, I'll do something that will upset you more than any wound I can inflict physically."

"What's that?"

"When every one time you upset me, I spend one hour with your sister to do as I please."

"NO! No! You bastard. You wouldn't! You can't!" Riff cried. He couldn't bear thinking about what he would or could do to his sister.

"Oh yes Riffy, I can and will," he turned to go downstairs where Magenta was being held. "I would hope that supper would be ready in an hour?"

An evil laugh of triumph ignited from Frank. He had hit Riff where it hurt most, his heart. Oh yes, he would make him pay for trying to kill him. He was Frank-N-Furter, Prince Absolute, the next ruler of Transsexual. When they got back he could just feed him to the masses that would no doubt be appalled that someone would try to hurt their prince. He would have his fun for now.