Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

A/N: This chapter is weirdly violent. Hopefully it's not out of character.

That evening Brad was the one called to Frank's room. Every evening somebody did. The only people who didn't end up with him sometimes were Magenta and Dr. Scott. At least, Columbia hoped they didn't. Frank knew better than to mess with anything/anyone that Riff cared about. And the idea of anyone doing... certain things with that old professor made Columbia feel a bit sick.

She'd thought that she'd be just going to bed early that evening. Unfortunately, Janet had other plans for everyone.

"It's not really my idea, of course. Rocky wants us to meet because... well, I'm not sure how to explain it," Janet explained.

Reluctantly, both of her roommates followed her to the library. That's where they'd agreed to meet.

To Columbia's shock, Rocky Horror wore khaki pants and a button down shirt. Seeing him wear anything besides those gold shorts was just weird.

"What's going on?" Magenta asked.

"I've read a play called Julius Caesar. It's inspired me to plot against Frank, to kill him like the senators killed Caesar," he explained.

"It takes a special sort of weapon to kill one of us since we can heal ourselves. You saw what I did," Magenta pointed out. "And Riff's laser gun is the only weapon of that sort we had."

"What if we keep stabbing him until he's dead? I've figured out that if we keep stabbing him he can't heal himself quickly enough."

"Are you sure that'll work?" Columbia asked. "What if he fights back?"

"We need you, Columbia, for that. You'll be our Brutus," Rocky explained.

Janet's face lit up with sudden understanding. "You mean she'll be the thing that catches him off guard? The one he thought would be on his side..."

"Yes."

Suddenly a bit dizzy, Columbia sat down at one of the library's desks. This didn't sound like a good idea. Though she'd lived in this insane castle for over a year, she still had enough sanity left to realize how silly this was. Being an accomplice in a murder wasn't right. Yet it would be worse to leave him alive. They'd all be able to escape.

"Whose willing to help me with this?" Rocky asked.

"If we can also work together to escape, I'll help," Columbia said reluctantly.

Janet gave Columbia a look of pity. "We will all escape together. And we'll help each other, won't we?"

After a moment, Magenta nodded in agreement. "I'll never be able to go home to my planet, so I might as well help the rest of you- for my own good as well as yours."

"That reminds me... we need to have some idea of what to do once we've left," Rocky said.

"Well, it's only been a few days... Brad and I can probably go back to our old lives," Janet

"You can't," Magenta said darkly.

"Hmm?"

"You can't go back. Well, maybe he can. But you've changed too much," Magenta elaborated.

Janet knew that the redheaded woman was right. Everything seemed to be wrong at the moment. She needed a holiday- a long holiday- to think things over. A break from reality. But such a thing wasn't going to be possible.

"Let's just focus on our little reenactment for now," she muttered, glancing at Rocky.

He sighed. "Yes, we probably should focus on only that for now."

The four conspirators stood there for a moment... each lost in thought.

Magenta didn't mind the idea of assassinating Frank. That sort of thing was commonplace in the royal court of Transsexual Transylvania. The aftermath, on the other hand... that wouldn't be as easy. Hopefully Brad or Janet would help her.

Janet still didn't know what to do about anything. These past few days she'd been unable to decide who or what she was. Though killing someone was a bit extreme. Cute, innocent pre-castle Janet wouldn't do such a thing... but this new person she was becoming might. At least she'd be safe once they'd assassinated Frank. Safe at home.

Rocky's burning hatred for the madman who claimed to have built him overpowered him. It took all his self control to keep himself from going after Frank right now and stabbing the cruel man to death. The problem with that was that he couldn't take the chance of

Columbia loved Frank- or so she always told herself- but the society he came from saw things like suicide over honor and promotion via murder. So maybe it would be okay by his societies standards. Yet the 'world' she'd been raised in- the 20th century- didn't approve of such ideas.

"You three agree to the plot?" Rocky asked, after a while.

They nodded. Rocky then explained that he'd tell Dr. Scott and Brad everything some other time.

"Don't say a word about this to anyone," he warned, as the three woman left the room.

Frank had called them to the theatre the next afternoon to discuss a show he'd been planning. For some reason, Rocky Horror wanted them to kill him here. The only person without a knife hidden somewhere- save for, of course, Frank- was Dr. Scott. Though he knew of their plot, he didn't want to participate. He'd apparently 'killed enough already' in his life.

Janet fidgeted nervously. The cool metal of the knife's blade felt strange against her the skin of her arm. It made her feel guilty, even though it hasn't begun. Her heart seemed to beat so loudly that she half believed the others could hear it.

"So, I'm think we'll use some of the same music as last time and-"

"What a lovely idea," Magenta interrupted, her tone mocking.

"Yes, wonderful!" Rocky added, laughing cruelly.

That's when Magenta took the knife out of her apron's pocket. Before Frank could properly react, she stabbed him in the shoulder. Soon the others joined in,

For a while, Columbia couldn't bring herself to hurt him.

Finally, she stabbed him right through the corset he wore. Right above the heart. Of course, the steel boning in the corset stopped the knife from actually touching his skin.

Frank'a eyes widened in horror. "And you, Columbia? Then fall..."

With a vicious shriek, she stabbed through the corset and into his chest. Then he collapsed to the floor. The stab wounds bled and bled. His clothes happened to be a dark purple color, so the color didn't show there. But blood soon stained the stage. They all kept stabbing (and, in Magenta's case, kicking) him until his the life left his eyes.

Columbia suddenly threw her knife off the stage, fell to her knees, and began to weep over Frank's body. His blood slowly stained the brightly colored shirt she wore as she threw herself across his chest.

Rocky was about to move her away Janet gently grabbed his arm.

"Let her grieve," she whispered.

It was then that Janet realized that only she, Magenta, Columbia, and Rocky had stabbed Frank. Dr. Scott had left the room the moment Magenta delivered the first blow and Brad had stood there in stunned silence for the whole time.

"Somebody, close his eyes," Janet said.

Nobody did.

The eyes... they blamed her. Those dead eyes just staring coldly at her. Like the telltale heart beneath the floorboards, they reminded her of what she'd done. The guilt.

She wanted to run into the safety of Brad's arms, like she'd once been able to. But now he hated her. He'd taken back the ring and she'd been rude to him.

Though she didn't run toward him, she ran.

Janet ran and ran out of the theatre.

A/N: The actual quote is "Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!". When translated into English 'et tu' means 'and you'. That's why Frank says "And you, Columbia? [..]" right when she stabs him. I would've had Frank say "And you, Columbia? Then fall, Frank N. Furter!" if it didn't ruin the drama of the scene by sounding so silly.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm going to stop writing this for a while because it's awful. Though I think I'll go back to it someday...