(A/N: Whew, this was close. Wasn't sure I'd get this out in time with how busy I was, but I made it work. Glad I do rough-drafts in advance before I start posting, makes it easier to get things out on time. So, last time we left off with Frank being... well, Frank. Let's see where he takes things from here.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Second Disclaimer: The song that appears in this chapter is the unused and unreleased song intended for the canceled Rocky Horror sequel. It's called "Sweet On The Street", by Richard O'Brien, all credit goes to him. Since the song was never released, it should be ok to use.

Chapter 8: Rot

Frank arose to dawn's light shining through the window. He stretched loudly as he sat up, letting out a groan. He felt some movement next to him and looked down at his bedmate.

Magenta was still in deep sleep. He could imagine why; he certainly used her long and hard lost night before finally succumbing to his own exhaustion after taking on three lovers over the span of several hours. And just as he had anticipated, he had broken her resolve, just like he did with all his lovers, causing them to give in, despite their stubbornness and reluctance. There really wasn't anyone he couldn't seduce.

And yet through it all, he was still completely dissatisfied. He'd found his release plenty of times last night, but it was still unsatisfying. With Dr. Scott, he thought that it had been due to the limitations of his partner, and with Janet, with how careful he'd had to be since she was so far along in her pregnancy. But with Magenta, he had gone all out, holding nothing back.

Regardless, even when he could no longer go on, he was still left unsatisfied. But how? Why? He couldn't figure it out. Was it because of what he had experienced when he was dead? Had the torturous pleasure of Hell for nine months damaged his psyche, leaving him unable to find satisfaction no matter the quality or quantity of release he experienced.

Well, if that was the case, then challenge accepted. He would look forward to discovering and experiencing new pleasures to find what would bring him satisfaction. Last night had been about finding the release that had been denied to him the whole time he had been dead. And as unsatisfying as it had been, he had at least gotten that release out of his system. Now he could focus on the many new discoveries of pleasure he had been exposed to.

As he turned and got out of bed, he stretched again. But as his arm came up, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Lowering his arms, he looked at the inside of his left arm, frowning at what he saw. There was what seemed to be a patch of green fuzz on his arm, about two inches long and one inch wide.

Frank regarded the patch with interest, wondering if something had gotten stuck to him. He brushed at it, but it didn't go away, so instead he scratched at it. While it did come off when he did this, he found that the fuzz hadn't been stuck to him, it had actually been growing on his skin. If he didn't know any better, he would almost say it was… mold?

He pushed the thought aside. He must have been mistaken. It must have been something that got stuck to him and only looked like it was growing on him. Afterall, he'd certainly done many things last night that resulted in him getting sticky. He really did need a shower.

Leaving Magenta to sleep, knowing that she would be quite sore when she woke up, he gathered up his robe and left her room. He then marched through the palace in nothing but his robe. No one he passed said anything about his state of undress, and he didn't care if they did. He was the prince after all, he could dress however he wanted. In fact, once he ruled Transylvania, he would make it mandatory that everyone wore far more revealing and far more skimpy outfits. And if anyone had a problem with that, then he would simply have them thrown in the dungeon.

Which was exactly where he was going right now, as there was something he wanted to do, and he couldn't wait for it. So he waved the guards aside, who granted him admission without question, and began making his way through the hall of cells.

When he reached the one he desired, he stopped in front of it and smirked at the sight of Riff Raff's statue. It was ever so satisfying to see his killer petrified like this behind laser bars. And now it was time to rub it in his former subordinate's face.

Reaching out, he grasped the layer labeled DE-MADUSA and pulled it down. The statue inside immediately animated once more, and Riff Raff briefly stumbled around. Frank kept out of sight for now, standing just past the opening to the cell, and waited.

Riff Raff blinked a few times, then looked outside his cell, trying to see who had animated him again. When he couldn't see anyone, he called out. "Hello, is someone there? Magenta, is that you?"

Frank resisted the urge to laugh as he remained out of sight. "No, it's not Magenta."

Riff Raff's brow furrowed. That voice, it sounded so familiar. But no, that was impossible. He'd killed him himself. It was either a prank or someone who sounded like him. "Who are you? Why did you DE-MEDUSA me?"

Based on his tone, Frank could tell that Riff Raff had recognized his voice, but was unable to believe what his ears were telling him. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to find out if Riff Raff would believe his eyes if not his ears.

"Surprise!" he shouted, popping his head out.

It was with great satisfaction that he watched Riff Raff's eyes widen and mouth drop open. As the flabbergasted prisoner stared at him in shock and bewilderment, Frank stepped out in front of the cell, placing his hands on his hips.

"Hello, Riff Raff, so good to see you," he said loudly, smirking at the look on his face. "What's wrong, my old friend? Did you think you wouldn't see me again in this life?"

Riff Raff just continued to stare, not believing what he was seeing. "This is impossible. You're dead, I killed you." His eyes narrowed in thought. "Am I dead too? Was my execution carried out?"

An amused chuckle escaped Frank and he shook his head. "No, my friend, you're not dead. I'm merely back from it. My mother and uncle managed to use my research on how to create life and managed to find a way to resurrect me." He struck a dramatic pose. "And now Frank is back!"

Riff Raff was at a loss for words. Not just because the person he'd killed was indeed alive and standing here in front of him, but now this meant that what he had been imprisoned for was rendered moot. It was so unfair that the person he had been forced to kill so that he and his sister could be free of him and return home, only for him to be sent to the dungeon for his crime, was now alive again. And it would be just like Frank to come and gloat like this.

He inhaled deeply as he suddenly remembered. "My sister, where is she?"

It was a demand, one he had no business making from his position. But Frank was happy to inform him of the situation. "Ah, yes, Magenta. I should have known that you would ask about her. Especially in light of her little plan."

He fell silent after this, enjoying watching Riff Raff sweat. Reaching into his robe pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placed one in his mouth, and lit it. Taking a long puff, he watched as Riff Raff waited nervously, his anticipation growing until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Tell me!" Riff Raff roared at him.

Frank removed the cigarette from his lips and breathed a cloud of smoke into Riff Raff's face. "Oh, calm yourself. She's fine. For now anyway. Probably rather sore, but she'll live. And as long as she continues to cooperate, I'll keep her dirty little secret."

That sent major alarm bells ringing in Riff Raff's head. "What does that mean? What did you do to her?"

Frank grinned as he breathed out another puff of smoke. "What didn't I do to her? She's such a loyal and protective sister. She really will do anything for you."

He looked back at Riff Raff, noting the outrage and horror on his face, and Frank smirked as he leaned in close, making sure to stay just out of arm's length. "I'm going to take full advantage of her. I'd do it to you as well, but you're a little out of reach right now, so I'll have to settle for her. And let me tell you, my friend, I'm going to violate every part of her and make use of every hole and orifice she possesses." He paused for a moment before looking thoughtful and wobbling his head. "Although, I suppose I already did that last night."

Just as he expected he might, Riff Raff came at him. The laser bars kept them apart, but Riff Raff reached through the empty space, reaching for Frank. He got as close to the lasers as he could without touching them, but he fell short, his fingers mere inches from Frank's face.

Frank simply blew smoke into Riff Raff's reaching hand. "Calm down, I can assure you that she enjoyed it. A lot. I'm actually thinking I should try making a new hole in her to enjoy."

"You bastard," Riff Raff growled.

Frank's smile widened. "And as I told her last night, maybe we actually will have a royal heir soon. A real one. That would be ironic, wouldn't it? And you know, having faced my own death, it does make one think about having children to continue the bloodline. And seeing as you and your sister killed me, I think having it be her sounds rather fitting, don't you? Some real poetic justice."

"Bastard!" Riff Raff exclaimed, reaching through the laser bars with his other hand as well, but Frank calmly remained just out of reach.

Frank sighed. "Ok, if you can't reach me, why do you bother to continue trying?"

He tapped the end of his cigarette to the back of one of Riff Raff's hands, and the Transylvanian hissed in pain and pulled his hands back. He rubbed at the burn on his hand and glared at Frank. "What are you planning to do to us?"

Sighing again, Frank appeared thoughtful. "Hmm, I'm not entirely sure. At the very least, I don't plan to expose your sister's lie just yet. And as I told her last night, in all honesty, now that I'm back, I'm not really all that angry with you for killing me since it was such a unique experience. Though I am still a little mad about the mutiny overall."

He shrugged. "In any case, I'm always one to take advantage of a situation, and that's what I'm doing. So for now, you'll stay in here and I'll continue to use your sister as I see fit. I'm actually planning to have a foursome between the two of us and Janet and Dr. Scott at some point. It's not like they can say no to me."

Riff Raff gave him a hard look. "I will kill you for this."

Frank blew out some more smoke before tossing the cigarette at him, and it was evaporated as it flew into one of the laser bars. "Well, you already did that, but good luck doing it again from in there. As for me, I'm going to go enjoy a nice, hot shower. I did get rather dirty last night."

With that, he reached out and pulled on the lever for the MEDUSA, and Riff Raff was turned to stone once more. Smirking, Frank turned away and headed out of the dungeon, feeling very good about himself. And as he made his way down the hall, he began to sing.

"Life is sweet on the street

when you're turning on the heat,

and burning for some indiscreet dementia,

an episode in the road."

He stepped past the guards, letting the doors close behind them. He stopped between two of the guards, putting an arm around one and turning to the other, trailing a finger up his chest to his face and tapping his nose before wrapping his arm around him too and pulling both guards in, pressing their faces to his chest.

"Can cause you to explode,

and then say 'well I'm blowed! Has Heaven sent yah?'

It may be hard when you've starred

to a hateful boulevard."

He pushed the two guards away and began making his way through the palace, dancing as he went along. He passed a few other Transylvanians as he danced through the palace, acknowledging them when they bowed to him. At one point, he grabbed one, and briefly danced with them before suddenly pushing them away and continuing on.

"To disregard the detrimental censure,

just skip and post, have a laugh.

Flip those foes your autograph

as you trip the primrose path

to fresh adventure."

He burst into the dining room, where several servants were setting the royal table for breakfast. Frank walked up to the end of it and hopped up onto the table. He dance-walked down its length, stepping around the dishes and utensils as the servants continued to set the table around his feet.

"If you tic-tack down the track

and run smack into a pack

of guys with some wise-crack and no abstentions

to remain up in that lane."

He reached the other side of the table and dropped down to his hands and knees, crawling the last few feet. When he reached the end, he sat down and let his legs hang over the side. He waved over a servant, who quickly rushed over to him, carrying a large tray and holding it out to him.

Frank grabbed some of what was on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. Immediately, another servant rushed over and offered him a drink. He snatched the cup and quickly drank it down, then carelessly tossed it aside.

"Can be really quite a strain,

but they'll be right as rain with your attentions.

A hairy male on the trail

is a kind of fairytale."

Leaning back, he lifted his foot, brushing it up the front of the servant with the tray. He then reached for the servant who had brought him the drink, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in close. He stared at him for a moment before suddenly pushing him away, then shoved the other servant away with his foot, causing him to fall back and drop the tray. No one raised a word of complaint though, and Frank smugly slid off the table and made his way out of the dining room.

"Reminding you're frail with his dimensions.

So hiss and spit,

kiss and tell,

and remember this bit well.

That they paved the road to Hell

with good intentions."

He continued through the palace, occasionally rubbing up against the walls. He eventually reached his own quarters, where two guards stood on either side of the doors. Frank dragged his hand across the wall as he walked along and over the guard he passed before opening the doors to his room. He dramatically turned around as he slipped inside, winking at the guards before shutting the door.

"Let me say, should you stray

down that feted great white way.

Still praying for the day you play the palais,

flout your pride and stay outside,

don't get taken for a ride."

Spreading out his arms, he twirled around in the confines of his large, luxurious room. He ran over to the bed and jumped up on top of it. He grabbed onto one of the posts of his four-poster bed, and began grinding against it as if he were pole dancing.

"Forget it not that you're a hot tamale,

hock your jock, shock in a frock,

get them rocking 'round the block,

a frilly really makes them dilly-dally."

Hopping off the bed, he made his way over to the changing divider on the other side of the room and stepped behind it. His shadow silhouette was visible through it as he stripped off his robe and tossed it up to hang onto the divider. He then stepped out from behind it and headed into the attached bathroom, slipping inside and turning on the shower.

"Yes, I repeat, it's a treat

when you've risen from defeat

to find the rhythm of the street's

right up your alley."

Finishing his song, he stepped under the spray. There, he enjoyed a nice hot shower. As he stood under the running water, he found release once more with his hand, but just like each time he had climaxed last night, there was no satisfaction to be had. That settled it, there was definitely something wrong with him, and he would need to look into it later.

But it was when he was applying his makeup that he noticed it, another patch of mold behind his right ear. Surely that should have washed off in the shower if it were merely stuck to him. So he began checking himself over, and he found a few more patches. One on his back and another on the back of his left leg.

This caused some concern, and so he decided to look into the matter. He may live his life based primarily on indulging in different pleasures, but he was a genius who took an interest in science, if only to discover more pleasures for him to explore. So he put his science skills to use, taking a sample of the green fuzz and studying it. And in doing so, he found that, yes, it was in fact mold.

Why was he growing mold on himself? He had never heard of such a thing, but it was something he needed to look into. So he spent the day in his laboratory, doing experiments on himself and trying to find the cause of the mold growth.

As he spent his time researching, he found that the patches of mold he had developed had grown had spread, and a couple new ones had appeared. He was able to scratch or scrub them off, but that didn't stop the mold from growing back, and they only seemed to grow back faster and faster.

He eventually came to the conclusion that it had something to do with his resurrection. For that, he needed more information. So he went to see his mother, covering up the patches of mold so no one would see them.

"Frank, dear," the Old Queen exclaimed as he entered the throne room, beckoning for him to approach. "How are you, my son? I hear you spent the day in the lab."

He took the opening she gave him. "Yes, mother dear. You see, I've taken quite an interest in how you managed to bring me back to life. Do tell me how you managed it."

Smiling proudly, the queen gestured to him. "We actually have your research in how to create life to thank for that. It set the groundwork to bring forth your resurrection. I'm afraid though that I mostly left the process in the hands of my team of scientists. If you wish to know all the ins and outs, you'll have to speak to them. I'll have them release all the information to you. You could also ask your uncle about it; he oversaw the team, though I doubt he knows much. I'll certainly look forward to seeing what else you can discover. We've now discovered creation and resurrection, perhaps you'll even be able to discover how we can obtain eternal life."

Frank smiled broadly at her. "Perhaps."

He turned away and began making his way through the palace as he headed back to the lab. Once there, he didn't have long to wait before a team of scientists joined him. They produced several files for him that Frank immediately began going through.

"Is this everything?" he asked as he flipped through a file.

One of the scientists nodded. "Indeed, sir. All information on your resurrection is in those files or on the computer; the access to the latter can be found in the files as well."

Frank sighed. "Oh, very well."

He said nothing more, the scientists already forgotten as he looked through the files. The team glanced at each other uncertainly, not sure if they should stay or leave.

"Um, is there anything we can do for you, my prince?" one of them asked.

"No," Frank replied simply. He kept reading for a few moments before glancing at the scientists. "Go away."

And so he spent the next few hours going through the paper files and information on the computer, all the while the mold continued to grow.

Finally though, he had his answers. And his suspicions had been right, the mold growth was related to his resurrection. Those foolish scientists had screwed it up. Part of the resurrection process they had conducted had involved 11 pints of blood from young, male virgins. And Frank had a sneaking suspicion that one of the boys whose blood had been used had not been a virgin.

"Well, there's only one way to know for sure," he muttered, and began looking up whose blood had been used in his resurrection.

And who knew, if he had time, perhaps he could relieve those boys of their virginity.

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There was an awkwardness amongst them, something that all three of them shared. If any of them had to wager a guess as to what the other two were feeling, they would say it was shame and regret for having given in to Frank's advances.

Fortunately, none of them had seen the Transylvanian prince since last night after he had left each of them exhausted and satisfied, but they knew that they would have to see him again at some point. He hadn't been present at breakfast or lunch, apparently due to him doing some important research, although no one, not even the Old Queen, seemed to know what he was working on.

"My son is brilliant," she said proudly. "He always has been."

"Hmm, yes," Lord De Lordy agreed. "However, he has, unfortunately, wasted it on his pleasures."

The queen sighed. "True, but he has done much with it as well. It was his research in creating life, even if it had been for his own pleasures, that allowed us to figure out how to resurrect him. And who knows what he's working on next."

Lord De Lordy grunted in agreement, and Janet and Dr. Scott exchanged looks, wondering what indeed Frank was doing. Whatever it was, it was troubling, and probably nothing good.

They found out what it was later that night. After dinner, for which Frank was once again absent, the two of them, along with Magenta, met up in Janet's room to try and discuss what they should do. Escape, of course, they just needed to figure out a way how. So they tried brainstorming some escape plans.

Magenta had a few ideas of how they might be able to get away, but she absolutely refused to leave without her brother. Getting him out would be the real challenge, and she had no idea what to do to free him.

"What will you do if you do manage to escape?" Dr. Scott asked. "You can't stay on this planet; the queen will hunt you down wherever you go."

Magenta nodded sadly. "Yes, we will spend our lives as fugitives, always on the run. Fortunately, it's a big galaxy. We'll be able to find another planet." She stared out at nothing with a far-away glassy look in her eyes. "How ironic. We killed Frank so we could return home, and now we have to leave it forever for that very reason."

Janet frowned and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I suppose you could live on Earth. You know the culture."

Dr. Scott nodded. "Yes, and I could even have it arranged to have you work in my branch. Think of what the U.S. Government Bureau of Investigation of UFOs could accomplish working with actual aliens."

Magenta gave them an appreciative smile. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm afraid that will not work. In fact, the two of you should start thinking about what to do as well."

Janet gave her a curious look. "What do you mean?"

Magenta raised an eyebrow. "Is it not obvious? You can't return to Earth. Now that Frank is back, he'll eventually tell his mother that it's not his child you're carrying, or she'll figure it out once it's born. She'll be furious about the deception and will retaliate. Your planet is the first place she would expect you to go. And with that new super weapon of hers, she'll simply blow it up."

Both Janet and Dr. Scott's mouths dropped open, and the latter asked, "She would really destroy an entire planet, kill seven billion people, just to get to us?"

Before he got an answer, he realized that he didn't need one. Of course the queen would do that. They'd watched her destroy one planet already just to show off the weapon to her people. A people that made a habit of conquering other worlds. She would have no qualms about destroying Earth for even the slightest reason.

The nod from Magenta only confirmed this. "Even if we're caught, she would destroy your planet simply out of spite for being deceived, if not to make an example out of you. No, I'm afraid no matter what we do, your planet is doomed. Your only hope for survival now is to find another planet to live on and hope that the queen never finds you."

Janet suddenly felt as if she had been punched in the gut, and no, that wasn't her son kicking. Was it true? Had they really doomed Earth with this deception? It just couldn't be.

But before she could be overcome with despair, she suddenly found herself feeling furious. That fury was directed at Magenta, and she rounded on her. "This is your fault! You dragged us into this with your lies, and now our planet is doomed because of it."

Magenta winced and looked away. "I didn't know such a weapon was being created."

"And if you did?" Janet challenged. "You're a race of world conquerors. Would you have seen to my planet's destruction if it would mean saving your own skin?"

Before Magenta could answer, Dr. Scott intervened, grabbing hold of Janet's arm and pulling her back. "Calm down, Janet. It won't do any good to ask hypothetical what-if questions. She didn't know about the weapon, so there's no point in holding her accountable for a theoretical situation she had no knowledge of."

Janet was about to snap at him, but then she realized that he was right. Her anger evaporated just as quickly as it appeared, and she suddenly burst into tears, covering her face with her hands as she wept. "I'm sorry, you're right. My hormones are just driving me crazy right now."

Magenta nodded. "Your apology is accepted, though I do still bear the guilt of involving you and Dr. Scott in this."

Dr. Scott glanced at her. "You're forgiven. You were in a desperate situation and were trying to do whatever you could to survive; I can't fault you for that." He hesitated for a moment. "And besides, this may be a blessing in disguise."

Janet sniffed as she wiped her eyes. "How is this a blessing?"

Dr. Scott smiled, suddenly looking more excited. "We have the chance to save the galaxy. Had we never been brought here, the queen would have used that weapon freely, with no one to stop her. But with us here, we can do something about it."

Magenta cocked her head to the side. "You mean sabotage the weapon?"

Dr. Scott nodded. "We'll have to if we want to save Earth. This will also prevent the queen from using it on other planets."

Janet was slowly gaining control of her emotions again. "But… wouldn't they just fix it? Or if they had to, couldn't they just make another one?"

A scowl crossed Dr. Scott's face. "Yes, there's a good chance of that. But this will at least buy us some time. Perhaps I can convince the people I work with that this whole thing is real, and then we can do something about it." He glanced at Magenta. "And you and your brother can go warn other planets with intelligent about what the queen is doing, and they can prevent her from having another one built."

Magenta looked appalled by his suggestion. "You want me to betray my people? My very planet?"

He gave her a pointed look. "I'm afraid they're not your planet or people anymore. They already see you as a traitor for your part in Frank's death. You're already a slave and a prisoner, and when the truth about Janet's child comes out, whether Frank tells her or she finds out on her own after its born, your life will be forfeit, as will your brother's. You said it yourself, you'll have to spend the rest of your life running and hiding, unable to return."

There was no response from Magenta at his declaration. And after several long seconds of silence, she simply hung her head and looked away. Dr. Scott took that as reluctant acceptance.

"Right," he said confidently. "Then we're in agreement? We know what we have to do?"

Janet gave him a hopeless look. "So we have to somehow smuggle Riff Raff out of the dungeon, destroy the weapon, escape back to Earth, and somehow convince people of everything that's going on in the hopes that we'll somehow be able to put a stop to the queen before she fixes or rebuilds the weapon?"

Dr. Scott frowned. When she laid it all out like that, it did sound impossible. "What other choice do we have?"

"For your planet, none," Magenta replied. "You'll never be able to stop the queen, even if you destroy the weapon. All we can do is flee and hide from her. Give up on your planet, it's a lost cause."

A whimper escaped Janet and she looked on the verge of tears again. Dr. Scott took her hand in an attempt to comfort her as he looked back at Magenta. "We have to at least try." He paused for a moment. "Or at least I do." He looked back at Janet. "Janet, perhaps it would be better if you go with Magenta and Riff Raff to another planet."

She looked shocked by his suggestion. "What?"

He sighed. "I'm afraid Magenta's right. Even if I do manage to convince my superiors of all this, it's highly unlikely that we'll be able to stop the queen. If she manages to destroy Earth, I at least want you off of it." He glanced down at her stomach. "You do have your son to think about."

Janet looked down at her stomach, then at the scientist. "But what of my parents? And Brad's parents?"

"Take them with you," Dr. Scott replied. "My sister and her husband too. If we manage to stop the queen, you can come back, but I don't want them on Earth if the queen blows it up."

"This is madness," Magenta commented.

Dr. Scott threw her a dirty look. "Then perhaps you should have thought about the consequences of your lie before you told it. Or better yet, the consequences of murdering the crown prince." He watched as she fell silent at that, looking well chastised, then let out a sigh. "Now, let's see if we can come up with a solution to all this."

Then they all went silent as they considered their predicament and what they had to do. Every so often, one of them would react with a "What if we… no…" or a "How about we… no…" before trailing off into silence and getting lost in their thoughts again.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, making the three of them jump, and they all turned to see Frank for the first time since their individual interactions the previous night. And he did not look happy.

"It's a tragedy!" he declared loudly. "An absolute injustice!"

The others gave him bewildered looks, and Magenta irritably asked, "What is the problem?"

Frank fixed her with an angry glare. "You!" He began storming over to her. "This is your fault! This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for you and your brother!"

He came to a stop in front of her and suddenly back-handed her. Magenta cried out and went down, and Frank followed up his assault with a kick to her side.

Before he could do anything else, Dr. Scott rushed over to him and pulled him away from the Transylvanian woman. "Stop it! What are you doing?"

Frank didn't answer and simply pushed the scientist away. He continued to glare down at Magenta, but didn't go after her again, and Janet went to her side, struggling to kneel down beside her as she threw Frank an appalled look. "Why did you do that?"

Frank huffed as he looked down at the. "Because she and her brother were the ones that killed me?" He glared at Dr. Scott and Janet. "And the two of you just let it happen, even encouraged it. You're just as much to blame. Guilty by association."

At that, Dr. Scott moved to put himself between Frank and the two girls. "I thought you said that you had gotten over that since you're alive again."

Frank placed a hand on his hips and huffed. "I did. And I was. Until this."

He held out an arm, exposing the patch of mold, then turned to show another patch on his side, and then another on his leg. The other three looked at the fuzzy green patches, not understanding.

"What is that?" Janet asked.

Frank snorted. "Apparently, the ones who brought me back screwed up the resurrection process. They got one of the most essential parts wrong. And now I'm rotting as a result of it."

His suspicions had been confirmed. Upon looking into the six young boys whose blood had been used in the resurrection procedure, he'd found that one of them had not been a virgin. As a result, his body had rejected the chemical compounds when he had been brought back, and now his whole body was slowly breaking down and rotting away.

And there was no stopping it either. He'd spent the whole day trying to find a way to fix the screw up, but it was impossible, there was nothing that could repair the damage or prevent the rot. Not even if he died and was brought back again.

"By this time tomorrow," he seethed, "I'll look like Michael Keaton in Beetlejuice. In a matter of days, I'll crumble to dust."

Magenta rubbed her side and cheek as Janet helped her stand up. "That's not my fault. I wasn't involved in your resurrection, nor was my brother. We're not responsible for it going wrong."

He pointed an accusing finger at her. "Maybe not, but this never would have happened if you hadn't killed me in the first place. Soon I'll be dead, again, and there will be no more coming back for me."

Dr. Scott attempted to quell Frank's anger before the Transylvanian prince decided to go and expose them to his mother out of spite. "Well, I'm sorry, Frank, but as a scientist, you must know that things often go wrong when dealing with new breakthroughs. But perhaps if you speak to the ones who brought you back, maybe they can figure out a solution."

With a huff, Frank began making his way over to the bed. "Oh, what's the point?" He sat down on it and made a show of dramatically crossing his legs, seemingly out of habit; he didn't even seem to be aware of the movement. "If I can't figure out a solution, then those fools certainly can't. I'm doomed to die in a matter of days."

He uncrossed his legs and flopped down on the bed. The others said nothing as he simply stared at the ceiling, not saying or doing anything. This was game changing. If Frank was dying, then perhaps they could somehow use that to their advantage. That is, as long as he didn't decide to expose them to his mother now that he didn't have long to live.

Deciding it was best to be on his good side, Dr. Scott cleared his throat. "Well, I'm sorry you're going through this. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you."

"Right," Janet was quick to agree, obviously sharing his thoughts.

Frank picked up his head and looked at them. "Oh, please. Not one of you cares about me. In fact, you're probably relieved about this, happy even. You're just hoping that I don't tell my mother the truth before I kick the bucket."

They didn't bother to deny it, there was no point. He was right after all. Even if they did feign sympathy, he clearly wasn't going to believe them.

Sitting up slightly so he was resting back on his arms, Frank looked thoughtful, as if he were contemplating something. A look of interest crossed his face, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Well, if I'm going to be dying soon, I suppose I should focus on the positives," he said, seemingly to himself.

Magenta raised an eyebrow. "There's a positive side to dying?"

He glanced at her and smirked. "Oh, yes. I told you before, did I not? It's the ultimate release. I'm actually really looking forward to experiencing that part again. Perhaps it will be able to satisfy me since nothing that happened last night was able to, even if I did finish." His smile became amused as he watched their faces color. "And since I know what's waiting for me afterwards, it's not as frightening. I must admit, I'm both dreading and looking forward to that. Eternal torture through endless pleasure that never grants you release certainly does a number on you."

Dr. Scott nodded. "Yes, that's the spirit. Focus on the positives. You know what's coming for you. That's certainly better than the fear of the unknown."

Getting up, Frank slid off the bed. "I appreciate the comfort, but you should be more concerned for your own final judgment. Who knows what fate has in store for the three of you when your end comes."

The color drained from Janet's face at his words. "What do you mean?"

Frank chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to tell my mommy on you. Where would be the fun in that? I'd prefer it if the three of you took part in the big send off. We can all experience it together."

The others glanced at each other nervously. His words were ominous, and the look on his face was making them uncomfortable.

"What are you scheming now?" Magenta demanded, not liking his insinuation.

Frank's smile widened, as if he were suddenly greatly anticipating something. "Just that if I must go, then I might as well go out with a bang. It will make my final release so much sweeter, especially since I'll apparently never be able to have another one, so I really want to make it good."

He bit his bottom lip. "And what could be better than experiencing the ultimate release?" he asked, though the question was clearly rhetorical. "Why, experiencing it with others. The moment is always so much more pleasurable and satisfying when your partner finds it with you. Now imagine experiencing it with everyone all at once. Like an orgy the whole world is taking part in where they all finish at the same time. That would truly be the ultimate pleasure."

Dr. Scott's mouth dropped open as he began to realize what Frank was implying. "You mean you plan to…?"

"Go out with a bang," Frank repeated, seemingly finding the thought deeply arousing, "and taking everyone with me."

He said it so matter-of-factly, as if he were talking about the weather. Dr. Scott's mouth continued to hang open, and Janet's hands came up to cover hers. Magenta stared at him in disbelief, unable to believe her ears.

"You're saying you're planning to have all of Transylvania die with you!?" she exclaimed. "You can't! It's your kingdom! Your people!"

But Frank just scoffed and waved this off. "Oh, what do I care what happens to my people? I'm not going to be around to rule them, so what does it matter?"

"Your people's legacy! It's culture! Their future!"

"All meaningless to me once I'm gone. Honestly, if I'm not there to enjoy something, then I have no care of what becomes of it. I've always lived my life based on pleasure, Magenta, so why wouldn't I take everything before me and use it one final time for the greatest pleasure? And you three will get to share in it as well."

Fear gripped Janet. Frank was actually talking about killing everyone. "No, you can't do this!"

Frank chuckled, looking amused. "Actually, you'll find that I can."

"We'll tell your mother. She'll put a stop to you."

His smiled widened and he stepped closer to her. "You're free to do so, but I don't think it will go well for you. You see, Janet, if you tell my mother, then I'll simply reveal the truth about 'our' child. I'll tell her that you're lying about what I'm planning and that you're only saying it to make me sound like I'm mad so that you can discredit my claim that your child isn't mine to save yourself."

He cocked his head to the side. "Now, which one of us do you think she'll believe? You, who is lying about carrying her grandchild, or me, her darling baby boy, whom she loves so much that she managed to find a way to bring me back to life. I can't imagine that would go over well for you. For any of you."

He glanced at Magenta and Dr. Scott with a big smirk on his face. None of them could provide an argument. He was right, there was no way the Old Queen would believe them over her son, especially if he revealed that he wasn't the father of Janet's child and that Magenta's claim had been a lie she had used to avoid execution, and that Janet and Dr. Scott had gone along with it for their own benefit.

"The choice if yours," Frank continued. "You can either keep quiet about this and enjoy your remaining time alive, or you can pointlessly tell my mother, and then I'll tell her how you've been lying to her this whole time, and you can spend your last few days being tortured for you deception."

He stared her down for a few seconds, and then she lowered her head in defeat. Frank let out a satisfied chuckle and stepped away from her. He turned to the other two, but saw that they had nothing to say, and he knew he had them beat. He clapped his hands together as he prepared to take his leave.

"Well, I have a good feeling about this," he told them cheerfully. "The whole dying thing is a downer, but let's make the best of it. The three of you enjoy your remaining time. As for me, I have something I need to look into, so I'll see you all later."

He moved past them, and Dr. Scott turned to him. "Why did you tell us this? If you plan to just kill everyone and won't let us say anything, then why mention it to us at all?"

Frank paused beside the door, and slowly turned to him, the smirk on his face becoming somewhat sinister. "My dear Dr. Scott, is it not obvious? This is my revenge." He strutted back over to them, sashaying his hips as he did so. "You and Janet stood by as Riff Raff held me at gunpoint and announced his intentions to kill me. You even showed your support."

He turned to the Transylvanian woman. "And you stood by your brother the whole time and took equal part in the mutiny. But it wasn't enough to just kill me. No, first you declared your intentions to kill me to let me know that I was going to die. And then you dragged it out by having your brother slowly advance upon me as I desperately fled in terror, knowing there would be no escape, letting me taste the fear of death before your brother fired upon me. In my eyes, you're just as guilty as him. You all are."

A satisfied harrumph escaped him as he held his head up high. "So this is my revenge. You can all wait in fear as the moment of your death approaches, time ever ticking down until you meet your end. I say that is a fitting punishment, knowing that you're going to die soon and being unable to do anything about it except wait for it come." He let out a chuckle. "But if it's any consolation, I promise that the pleasure of release almost makes it worth it, so you can focus on that if you want. As you said, Dr. Scott, think of the positives."

With a self-satisfied smirk, he whirled around and headed for the door once more. In her desperation, Janet dropped to her knees, hugging her stomach. "Please! I'm with child!"

Frank just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look back at her. "I'm painfully aware."

"Then at least let my child live! He hasn't even had a chance at life yet! Send him to Earth to be with my parents! I'll stay here if you want revenge on me, but please, spare my son!"

Frank sighed as he reached the door again and turned to her. "I don't see why I should care about you and Brad's whelp. If it hasn't experienced life yet, then it won't know what its missing. But of it makes you feel any better, just think how the two of you will soon be reunited with Brad again as one big happy family. I'm sure the two of you will end up wherever he is."

As he turned to leave, Janet called out, "It's not Brad's. It's Rocky's."

Frank's hand froze as he reached for the doorknob. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder at her. "Come again?"

Janet was sobbing as she hugged her stomach as Dr. Scott held her in his arms, rocking her gently. "Brad's not the father," she said through her tears, "Rocky is."

Frank appeared to be thoughtful for a few moments, chewing on the inside of his cheek. But then he turned his nose up at her. "Well, I'm sure Rocky is wherever Brad is too, so same difference."

With that, he pulled the door open and left the room.

(A/N: It seems like with each new chapter that things only seem to be getting worse and worse for Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta. Now that Frank realizes that he's dying, he's decided to take everyone out with him. Let's be honest, what would Frank do if he found out he was dying? Go out with a bang of course. The whole him dying from not receiving the right blood, causing him to begin to rot, was a plot point that was going to occur in one of the sequel ideas, so I incorporated that into this story. Silver lining though, at least that means the rest of the galaxy will be safe from the Transylvanians. But talk about a hopeless situation. Either Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta try and stop Frank and get exposed by him an executed, or they just wait for however he plans to end things. Is all hope lost? Stay tuned to find out.)