A/N: Helloooorr! Thanks OpheliaFrump and , you guys always review and it's awesome. Again, sorry for the short chapters!
"Columbia?" Sang Riff, hoping to convince her about something,
"Um, yeah?" She answered, knowing that he was up to no good,
"Would you like to drive us to the palace? It won't take very long. Then just bring us back home." Riff looked at me briefly and winked,
"Riff Raff! I don't want to be your getaway vehicle! I don't want any part of this!"
"Why not? We won't tell…" I assured, trying to hold back my laughter,
"Fine," Hissed Columbia, "But I'm staying in the car." She crossed her arms and stood still,
"That's all we ask." I grabbed the pitchfork shaped laser and walked to Columbia's Volkswagen Beetle with Riff,
"So you know the plan, Sister?" I nodded sharply,
"Great. So you just distract Fritz 'n' Furter and I'll zap him mid-conversation. Sound good?"
"Yes, but your aim better be bloody good. I don't want to end up lifeless on the floor!"
"Of course not. I'll close one eye and point it in whatever direction comes to me." Joked Riff as we stepped into the back seat; I punched him playfully,
"Ouch!"
"Ready?"
"I'm always ready, Riff Raff." I ran to the door and pushed it open calmly, hoping nobody else was in the throne room. "Your highness?"
"Yes? Who are you?" Asked Fritz. Fritz didn't look like Frank at all, apart from the drag makeup and the usual transvestite corset, fishnets and high heels.
"I am Columbia." SHIT! I just said the first name that came to mind!
"Wonderful name, dear. Come here." Whispered Fritz, this guy was such a sleaze ball, oozing an unbearable amount of sexuality. Obediently, but hesitantly, I walked closer the throne, but stopped about 2 meters away, hoping to give Riff, who was standing around the corner, a clear shot that was well away from me. "Anyway, love, what brings you to my neck of the woods?" I was a bit pissed off at the use of his words, but I decided to put it behind me and continue confiding with this… Thing.
"I just wanted to know how you're coping with the death of your brother?" I asked, again, thinking about the first thing that came into my mind. I thought that this was a good time to get this bastard killed so I did coughed casually; this was the signal to let my brother know when I was ready. Riff came rushing around the corner and stood behind Fritz, with one pull of the trigger there was a loud zapping sound along with a groan from the body between us.
"Die you useless excuse for a Transylvanian. That'll teach you for messing with Magenta and myself." Riff shouted at the squirming Fritz. I came and stood closer to my brother, and looked him dead in the eyes, he knew exactly what I was doing. He bent his elbow behind him and brought his fingertips toward mine, I mimicked his movement and pushed against his hands softly bringing my forearm into contact with his then our elbows touched and a welcome and familiar surge of electricity coursed throughout our veins. Riff and I cackled and ran out the back entrance, diving into the car and screaming at Columbia to step on it.
A/N: I just realized that Fritz is like Richard O'Brien's nickname with an F. Gosh, I'm so original... ;D