If Brad wasn't going to talk, neither was Janet. Two could play this game. She simply sat there against the wall and recited her times tables silently to herself. Multiplication calmed her at certain times. As she was getting to 9x8, Brad's voice echoed across the room cutting off her answer.
"72," he muttered, still facing the wall.
Janet wasn't surprised or shocked. She merely stared at Brad's back. "What? You're not going to look at me or talk to me, but you're going to answer my multiplication problem? Jeez, Brad. What's gotten into you, huh?" Her voice had a whiny tone to it. Janet didn't like the way she had just sounded. She hung her head a bit, not expecting an answer.
"Sorry," Brad said. It was almost a whisper. His voice had an odd tone also. It sounded like he was asking a question, like he wasn't exactly sure saying sorry was the right thing.
He turned to face her, a blank look on his face. Brad mimicked her action before and slumped against the wall and stared right back at her. An odd twitch rippled through his body making him noted his little spasm. Brad had never had that before. Maybe it was a nervous tick. Maybe he was as nervous as she was.
"So, are you going to say anything, or are you going to just stare at me, Brad? I've been wanting to tell you for the longest time that what you did to me was childish and petty. I didn't appreciate it. If you truly loved me, you would've stayed by my side. . ." Janet could've kept talking in that rather feverishly rambling way of her's, but Brad cut her short.
"Sorry?" There it was again. That odd-sounding apology. Janet shook her head. Insults were muttered under her breath as she turned away from him and laid down. The floor was cold, but she didn't mind. Before she knew it, sleep overcame her. She slowly drifted off.
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Waking up in strage places had been a reoccurring theme lately. Janet took in her surroundings quickly. No feeling of panic or fear set in. Janet was just being observant. Taking in the pink walls and the cushy bed, she could've been in anyone's bedroom. It looked normal.
"You're up." Somehow Janet had managed to overlook the scantily clad woman standing at the foot of her bed. "Good. Very good. We have landed, Ms. Weiss."
Janet waved off Jane. She didn't want to talk to her. She didn't know if Jane was going to manhandle her or just stare at her. The woman was odd and not someone Janet wanted to deal with at the moment.
Jane walked over and grabbed Janet's hand. She pulled the young lady out of the bed rather roughly and led her out of the room. Janet didn't fight back. She walked with Jane.
For one thing, they defintely weren't in the UST anymore. They were in a house, an old house at that. There were cobwebs in the corners of the long corridor. The doors were made of heavy looking wood. It smelt musty and the dust hanging in the air made Janet sneeze. With a sharp turn down a long and rather grand staircase, Janet and Jane came upon a group of people.
Most of the people gathered were wearing tuexdos. Janet realized Jane was wearing her's too. They were all facing what looked to be a makeshift stage. After a while, a spotlight appeared and out walked Magenta and Riff Raff. They were greeted by an excited applause from the audience. Janet stared in disbelief as fear churned in her stomach.
The two waved to the crowd as they surveyed everyone. Janet cringed as the siblings spotted her. Dangerous smiles spread across their lips. A mircophone appeared out of nowhere. They grabbed the stand together and said simultaeneously, "Everyone please give a warm welcome to Janet Weiss. She was the earthling who witnessed the death of dear, old Frank N' Furter. Not only did she witness his death, she killed him!" They both stepped away and rallied everyone to applause. Huge grins were plastered to their faces.
Tears were welling up in Janet's eyes. She had never killed Frankie. Riff Raff and Magenta did. They shot him. Janet hadn't done anything. Why were they blaming her? She couldn't believe these people believed them. How dare they accuse her! But before she could fight back, the siblings spoke again.
"We'd also like to introduce our newest member, Brad Majors." Appalause echoed throughout the room as Brad stepped up. He shook Riff Raff's hand and looked out to the audience. He twitched again. He waited until the room had become deathly silent. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for him to speak. In a dark voice, Brad spoke three very frightening words, "I will kill."
A hush fell over the crowd as that icy statement replayed in their minds. There was fear in the air as Brad stepped off the stage and left down a side corridor. Magenta, realizing that Brad had just frightened the audience, grabbed the microphone. "Isn't he just a hoot, everyone? Give a round of appalause to Brad Majors."
The audience clapped robotically as Jane led Janet away.