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"Master, I do not think it wise to try and…play with our guest this night." Said Riff Raff timidly. He really had no intention of getting whipped tonight.

Frank turned to him, anger written across his face.

"And why not?" He asked, sneering.

Oh, how Riff Raff wished he could sneer back. By the Gods, he hated that man. He hated everything he did to his sister and himself. Everything.

But, he controlled himself. His cheek muscles just doing their usual twitch as he suppressed the disdainful that wanted to come out.

"Because, Master, the earthling has lost a large amount of blood, his body will not be able to circulate well enough to perform." He explained, hoping the oaf of a 'scientist' would understand what he was trying to say.

He knew it wasn't something Frank wanted to hear.

And it wasn't.

But, surprisingly, all the transvestite did was pout for a minute before turning to go into the elevator.

"Well, what about the…girl?" He asked, a grin coming to his face at the thought. Yes, she seemed quite…feisty.

Once again, Riff Raff's cheek spasmed.

"She has weapons on her, Master. The male's I believe…Jason. He carried –" Suddenly, he was cut off.

"Yeaaaaah, his name's Jason Covington! He use to work for some kinda…bad people, I think. He was wanted for all kinds of crimes and stuff! He always carry's weapons on him though, in case, you know, some old enemy's try and sneak up on him!" Said Columbia suddenly, from behind him. Slowly, Riff Raff turned to look at her, the annoyance written plainly across his face.

Frank also turned to her, but with interest and worry.

"Bad people, what kind of bad people?"

"Ohh, like drug dealers and stuff. Nothing for you to worry about, he's just a reject. All of Denton doesn't like him, and he's not even from around here! He's from like, Indiana or something!" She said, waving her hand in an uninterested fashion.

Frank's eyebrow twitched up and a smirk came to his face.

"Ohhh, a reject hmm? A nice little bad boy?" He said with interest. Bad, strong, tough boys were his favorite! Thus why Rocky would be soooo perfect when he was finally done, well, minus the bad boy part. Bad boys tended to be a little resilient, and rejection was not something Frank would accept.

"Or he could be like Eddie." Said Riff Raff, deciding to put a little doubt in his Master's mind. Didn't they have enough earthlings around here? Columbia and Eddie were plenty for him! Eddie might be his dealer, but that didn't mean he had to like the guy.

At the mention of Columbia's little friend, Frank's face instantly fell. Eddie use to be on his good side, but lately he'd done some things that made him suspicious. He didn't like Eddie much anymore. He'd gotten boring, also. Besides, he had plans to have him…help him with his little creation.

Although, Columbia instantly perked up at the mention of her fuck-buddy, she continued on the same subject.

"Naw, he ain't like Eddie. Eddie's not as bad as he'd like to think he is, Jason use to actually work for Crime Lords out of town, or that's the gossip."

Riff Raff wanted to say something along the lines of 'you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?' be he held his tongue, as always, just watching the interactions between his Master and the Groupie.

Briefly, he wondered if it was safe to their mission to have someone like this Jason staying at their house, but he didn't get a bad vibe from the guy. Jason seemed very…easy going. He really couldn't see that boy doing anything too serious, at least, more serious than Eddie. Eddie had threatened people with switch-blades, what had this boy done?

And knowing that Frank had let Eddie stay for a while, knowing the things he had done, meant he'd probably let this punk stay too. Gods, his life was just grand, wasn't it? Riff Raff rolled his eyes to himself and his train of thought as the Frank and Columbia continued their conversation.

"Ohh, I think I'll like this new boy. What about the girl?" He asked, looking at them. But Columbia just shrugged, going over to play near the jukebox, having gotten bored with the conversation. They weren't going to get anything else out of them.

Riff Raff raised his eyebrow for a minute before deciding to get back on the subject matter.

"Master, it would be unwise to pursue the woman. She is armed, with a head injury, and angered. You should wait until another night, Master." He explained, trying to sound as respectful as possible.

Frank thought for a minute, a deep look on his face, before shrugging, deciding to take the servant's ideas. Pursing his lips, he stomped over to his jacket, getting a cigarette.

"RIFF RAFF! Let's go to the lab! Since I can't play tonight I'm going to work on my new plaything." He said with a pout, roughly shoving the servant into the elevator with himself, ignoring the look the pale man gave.

Groaning, Jason turned over in the bed.

All he knew, was that 90% of his body was throbbing in pain.

Something between his head and his knee cap. Groggily, Jason looked down at his knee, the movement making him groan in pain as he jarred his head.

Blood. His shirt was wrapped and tied around his knee cap, and what use to be white, was now completely soaked in blood. Old blood, that was starting to turn colors.

Jason closed his eyes and let out another groan.

"God damn it." He muttered, even moving his jaw hurting.

Memories slowly came back to him, and he remembered why exactly he felt like he had been ran over by a herd of Yoshi's. His car! Man, how the hell was he suppose to go get that damn thing!? If it was even still there man, he'd left it there all night, smashed into a telephone pole. There was no guarantee that police hadn't came and gotten it.

Wait a minute, it was morning now, right?
Groaning in pain, Jason moved himself into a sitting position to look outside.

Yes! It was nighttime! If he got to his car, he had a chance of not getting towed!

But there was a problem.

Getting to his car took movement.

"Master, MASTER! The earthling has awoken! The male one!"

Riff Raff flipped the monitor lever back up, his cheek twitching in a grin.

This was amusing. The boy limping and groaning as he attempted to get out of the bed. Probably the most amusing thing about watching him was the first thing he did when he woke up was light a cigarette with a blood covered hand. Most the blood had dried, but he was still covered in it.

"Hmm." Said Frank, not paying attention. He was currently working on his favorite part of his new creature, and whatever the earthling did, his servants could handle it. Besides, if he was at such a disposition he couldn't perform, he doubted he could cause much ruckus.

Riff Raff sneered, turning off the monitor. Fine, let the earthling wonder around aimlessly! Maybe if he was lucky he'd wonder into the control room and flip the take off switch!

YES!

He made it to the door.

Small victory dance was going on in his head as he turned the knob. Okay, he was obviously unconscious when he was taken into the bedroom. The last thing he remembered was Sarah giving him a painkiller injection, and he had no idea where even Sarah was. And she had the car keys.

Which was bad, cause he doubted she'd give them to him. Or his weapons back, for that matter, the thieving bitch.

Ah well, he loved her.

If he wasn't gay, he'd marry her. But, every relationship has its faults.

"Ugh." Said Jason as he limped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He was going to have to get another one of those damn shots, that was for sure. They must have been Styx's, his little insane friend. Since the mental ward released him, they got all kinds of 'emergency medication' that Styx wouldn't take and Sarah kept around just in case incidents such as that happened.

It probably wasn't actually a painkiller, it was probably a sedative. Either way, it tripped you out enough, you didn't feel the pain.

Glancing up and down the hall, he noticed another door opening, and suddenly, the French Maid stepped into view.

Magenta raised an eyebrow at the injured earthling as she stepped out of her room. Columbia was blabbing about Eddie and she wasn't in the mood to hear it, besides, she needed to shower and change into some nightwear. Then hopefully go find Riff Raff, wherever the fuck he was. Probably in the lab with Frank, she could have just checked the monitor.

"Hiii, you…I'm sorry, I feel like a totally jackass, but I don't know your name." Said Jason, trying to be his nicest as he leaned against the door frame, his cigarette between his fingers. Dazedly, he rubbed his eyes, waiting for the reply.

Magenta raised her eyebrow again, but then tried to give a charming smile.

"Magenta." She said, smiling. Both Jason's eyebrows raised at the name, smirking.

"Nice, it matches you." He said with a smirk.

Magenta smirked back, eyeing the new comer up and down. She didn't get to strip him, sadly, but the shirtlessness was a nice touch. She liked his tattoos, that was for sure.

Jason watched her look him over, wincing. Ugh, he didn't like women. Besides, it seemed like she was with the butler anyways. HA! What's greater than the butler and the maid getting it on? Anyways.

"Hey, can you like, help me find my friend? Cause I really don't want my car towed, and it'd be awesome if I could just…drive it off the phone pole and like, park it in your drive way or something."