(A/N: Alright, my busiest time of the year has begun, but I should still be able to get my chapters out on time, for the most part anyway. If there's a delay, I apologize, but hopefully there won't be. For now, let's get to things. We actually have two songs this chapter, so that'll make up for the lack of one in the third chapter.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Second Disclaimer: The songs that appears in this chapter are the unused and unreleased songs intended for the canceled Rocky Horror sequel. They're called "I'm A Mother" and "Little Old Heart Stopping Me", by Richard O'Brien, all credit goes to him. Since the songs were never released, they should be ok to use.

Chapter 5: The Second Coming

As the crowd cheered, the Old Queen seemed positively giddy as she spoke over the Transylvanians.

"Very soon," she said loudly, "my son, your prince, shall be returned to us, and we shall make history. Not only will we be getting my son back, but this opens the possibility of resurrecting others in the future as well, considering their bodies aren't too damaged or decomposed. And is it not fitting that the first one to be restored to life should be the one who discovered how to create it?" She turned to some Transylvanians standing by the equipment and pointed at them. "Begin the process!"

As the Transylvanians started up the machines, Janet was doing her best not to panic. If Frank was brought back to life, it would be all over for them. And did she think that the Old Queen could accomplish this? Yes, yes, she did. After all, Frank had actually managed to actually create life, so restoring life didn't sound that farfetched.

"Dr. Scott," she said.

"I know," he replied, practically reading her mind.

They couldn't allow this to happen. They had to stop it, or at least delay it. And Dr. Scott's mind worked quickly, latching onto something the Old Queen had said in her speech. It was their only chance.

"Excuse me, your majesty," he said loudly as he stepped out of the crowd and approached her.

The queen frowned in irritation. "What is it? This better be important."

Dr. Scott nodded. "Yes, it is. Um, I'm sure you and your team know what you're doing, but I couldn't help but notice how you said that this would be the first time you'll be resurrecting someone. Is that true?"

Looking bored, the queen crossed her arms. "Congratulations, your hearing works better than your legs. What is your point?"

Being very careful so he wouldn't anger her, he gestured to Frank's body. "Well, it may not be the best idea to bring him back without first having tested the process a few times. Preferably on someone who has been dead just as long. Do you perhaps have Columbia or Rocky's bodies? They died the same night as your son."

The Old Queen raised an eyebrow. "If you're referring to the bodies of that woman and that man that Riff Raff also killed, then of course not. They were disposed of long ago. In any case, there's no need for testing, my team is thorough and knows what they're doing."

"But should they be doing it?" Dr. Scott insisted. "One of the philosophies we have on Earth is that just because you can do something doesn't mean that you should."

"How boring," the queen muttered. "You earthlings put so many limitations on yourselves. In any case, I am the queen. I decide whether something should be done or not, not you."

Realizing his mistake, Dr. Scott immediately back-tracked. "Oh, no, your majesty, I fear you've misunderstood; I should have made my meaning clearer. I'm only thinking of your son's wellbeing. After all, he's been dead for nine months now. If you bring him back, we don't know how that will affect him psychologically."

Much to his surprise, Lord De Lordy suddenly spoke up. "Perhaps he has a point, cousin. We know it will work, but we don't know how the prince will be affected. Doing this could cause serious trauma or mental health to him. His mind or memories could be completely gone since all of his brain cells died along with him. Even if there is initially no damage, there may be a deterioration later."

Dr. Scott pointed at him. "Yes, exactly. There are far too many variables to consider. And even if he does come back fully intact, it may not be what he wants. Perhaps it would be better to let him, as we say on Earth, rest in peace."

It was becoming apparent that the Old Queen was quickly losing her patience. "That will be enough out of you, cousin," she said to Lord De Lordy. "You've done well in your part in this, but now I will be taking over." She then turned back to the scientist and walked right up to him, getting right up into his face. "Dr. Scott, I appreciate your concerns, but they are not necessary. But for your own peace of mind, I'll address them. First off, in regards to letting him rest in peace, we Transylvanians are fully aware your beliefs in life after death, and even share them ourselves. But tell me, knowing what you know of my son, do you truly believe that someone like him received peace after death?"

Janet had to admit, the queen had a point. She had only known Frank for a single night, and in that time, his crimes had included murder, kidnapping, brainwashing, abuse, human experimenting, torture, cannibalism, enforced cannibalism, rape, forced confinement, mutilation, coercion, illegal experimentation, and not to mention leading an invasion, which she supposed also included illegal immigration. And those were only the ones that took place that night that she was aware of. His crimes most likely extended far beyond those. And he had not shown even an ounce of remorse or regret for any of his actions. No, Frank was most definitely not going to be allowed to rest in peace after living such a wicked life.

"As for you concern about my son's wellbeing and mental health," the queen continued, "if there are any negative side effects or repercussions, then we will deal with them as needed. After all, a mother's love knows no bounds. There is nothing she won't do for her child."

Music suddenly started blaring, startling Janet and Dr. Scott. The light changed, multiple spotlights appearing on the Old Queen. She tore her lab coat open, revealing the bright red lingerie she wore underneath, and she struck a dance pose in front of Dr. Scott as she began to sing.

"Was ever a mother blessed with such a boy?

Was ever another's breast pressed to such joy?

My one and only son was more libidinous

than any honeybun including Oedipus."

She began dancing backwards, away from Dr. Scott until she was in front of Frank's tank. She turned to the glass, running her finger across it, almost affectionately, then turned around, pressing her back against it and rubbing up against it in an erotic fashion.

"Yes, I'm a mother, a real mother.

I'm the mother of all mothers.

And there'll never be another mother figure

as big or bigger

as a mother. I said look, son,

there's one thing that we should cover.

You'll discover,

you'll never get another lover like your mother."

Six Transylvanians rushed over. They formed a pyramid, two standing in the middle, the ones next to them taking a knee next to them, and the ones next to them crouching down. The queen walked up them as if they were stairs so she was level with Frank's body in the tank, and she ran the finger across the glass over his face.

"Never to behold again his handsome face.

Never to enfold again his panty waist.

There'll always be a part of me that's lost a child

with far more repartee than even Oscar Wilde."

Then she climbed up on top of the canister and laid down, letting a leg hang down over the side that she swung forward and back. She reached her arms up before bringing them down and hugging herself as she turned her face to the side and rubbed her cheek against the top of the canister.

"I know I'm helpless, I know I'm selfless,

but I'm still stripping, I'm still silken,

I'm still dripping

mother's milk.

And all for baby, my baby, baby.

Come to momma, take a look, son. Just one last look.

Watch me suffer.

You'll discover,

you'll never get another lover like your mother."

Rolling over onto her stomach, she leaned over, hanging her upper body down so she could see into the glass once more, wrapping her arms around the cylindrical shape as far as she could.

"So run for the cover of your mother and start to pucker.

I'm up against the wall, you mother sucker."

Scooting back on top of the canister, she stood up with her legs spread wide. She bent over, touching her toes on her right leg, and ran her hand up it and then up her body before hugging herself, closing her eyes as she continued to sing, looking lost in her memories.

"Every mother hopes her child votes

for the right to sow their wild oats.

And when they've done their yummy-yummy,

They'll come running home to Mummy.

They'll come running home to Mummy."

Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at the crowd before her as the spotlights focused on her. A smirk spread across her face, and, as if knowing what she was thinking, the pyramid of Transylvanians she had walked up suddenly broke formation to stand directly underneath her, and the Old Queen leapt down and was caught by them.

"Yes, I'm a mother, a real mother.

I'm the mother of all mothers,

and there'll never be another mother figure

as big or bigger

as a mother. I said look, son,

there's one thing that we should cover.

You'll discover,

you'll never get another lover like your mother."

The Transylvanians set her down and dispersed. The queen spun around and hugged the canister as best as she could again, rubbing up against it in a very suggestive manner, as if the person inside were her lover and not her son. She pressed her face flat against the glass, looking up at the floating body inside.

"I told him, when you've had one bimbo with her legs akimbo,

you've had them all.

And there's no dishonor in bouncing on her,

as long as after you've been chummy,

you come running home to mummy."

She whirled around to face the crowd again, and started dancing across the room. Along the way, as she passed by the equipment, she began pulling levers and turning cranks. The spotlights followed her as the equipment began to activate, and lights on the canister began to flicker.

"Yes, I'm a mother, a real mother.

I'm the mother of all mothers,

and there'll never be another mother figure

as big or bigger

as a mother. I said look, son,

there's one thing that we should cover.

You'll discover,

you'll never get another lover like your mother."

She completed her song as she stood before the controls, preparing the final step in the resurrection process. Dr. Scott didn't bother to stop her, it was clear that nothing would deter her from bringing back her son, nor would she delay the process. All he, Janet, and Magenta could do was wait and hope that it didn't work, or at the very least result in Frank having lost some memories, preferably those of that night.

The Old Queen turned a nob, and a red fluid began mixing with the fluid Frank was floating in. She then flipped a few switches, and several tubes looping around the canister lit up. Then she placed her hand on a large lever and brought it down.

The entire canister began flashing with light. Electricity began flowing over it, somehow finding its way into the canister and traveling over Frank's corpse. The cloud of red liquid that was floating in the fluid suddenly seemed to be absorbed by his body as if it were a sponge. A few moments later, Frank began to jolt and spasm, almost as if he were having a seizure.

And then everything stopped. The lights stopped flashing, all the equipment seemingly fried, and the canister was left smoking. Frank's body proceeded to float lifelessly inside, unmoving, and the Transylvanians all gathered around, staring at him expectantly. But when nothing happened, Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta all let out sighs of relief.

And then they heard it, the sound of a heart monitor. It was only a single beep, but all heads turned towards it. A few moments later, it was followed by another one, and then another. The beeps started becoming more frequent before they began occurring at a regular, stable rate.

Inside the canister, Frank's eyes suddenly snapped open. Everyone let out a gasp and took a step back, and Frank's hand reached out and began patting against the glass. A nearly deranged laugh escaped the Old Queen as she pushed her way through the crowd to stand before the canister.

"It is done!" she announced triumphantly, and suddenly raised an axe that she seemingly pulled out of nowhere, making several Transylvanians cry out and scatter out of the way. "My son lives again!"

She swung the axe, bringing it against the canister. It struck the glass, cracking it, and she swung again, cracking it further. On the fifth swing, the glass finally shattered, and its contents spilled out across the floor. Frank splashed down, and the Old Queen tossed aside the axe as she dropped by his side, turning him over onto his back.

She raised her fists and slammed them down on Frank's chest. After a few hits, Frank spit up a mouthful of the liquid and took a deep breath. The Old Queen backed off to give him some air, and Frank sat straight up. He breathed deeply and began looking around in wonder.

As the Transylvanians moved in for a better look, Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta pulled back, attempting to hide amongst the crowd. The Old Queen had done it, she had actually managed to bring her son back to life, and that did not bode well for the three of them.

Frank continued to stare at his surroundings, and then his eyes fell upon the Old Queen. His expression changed from a look of confusion to one of almost childish glee. "Mother!"

The queen placed her hands over her heart. "Oh, my precious son! Welcome back, dearest! I have missed you terribly!"

"Back," Frank repeated, and began looking around again. Slowly, he rose to his feet, raising his arms to the air, and he smiled in blissful wonderment. "I am hooooome!"

Cheers and applause erupted amongst the Transylvanians. Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta did their best to try and make themselves invisible, although they knew that if Frank saw them, he would undoubtably recognize them, no matter how much they tried to blend in. Janet's pregnant stomach in particular made her stand out from the crowd.

For now though, Frank seemed completely engrossed in not just being alive again, but also in being home. He may have been having a good time on Earth, but there was no doubt that he held a passion and longing for his home world. And right now, he was basking in the warm welcome his people were giving him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Old Queen announced loudly, "your prince has returned!"

All other lights went out as a spotlight appeared on Frank. He closed his eyes, as if he were enjoying standing in the limelight, and a large smirk spread across his face. Then his eyes suddenly snapped open as he faced the crowd and began to sing.

"This is a brand-new beginning.

Yes, this time you're going to be free,

to kneel at the alter,

and feel yourself falter."

Frank began running through the crowd. They parted for him, dropping to the ground as he passed them by, as if him getting close to them were enough to make them swoon and collapse. Frank suddenly came to a stop, the spotlight coming on above him as a number of Transylvanians lay around him in a circle. Frank held out his arms, spinning in place, before suddenly stopping and rubbing his hands sensually over his body.

"Seduced by the beauty you see,

and the hymn to the him you'll be singing,

will unlock in its doxology.

That above all your new joy,

you love a new boy.

Yes, little old heart-stopping me."

The Transylvanians who had collapsed all rose to their knees and reached out towards him. Frank reached out to them as well, walking in a circle as he touched their extended hands. He then began walking through the crowd again, and they parted for him to walk through, this time remaining on their feet and following after him as he walked along, swaying his hips.

"To bump and grind, to strut my stuff,

and you're going to find you can't get enough

of what I've got,

and I've got a lot."

He came to a stop and spun around, thrusting his hips at the crowd. They all took a step back, as if his presence was too much for them to bear. Frank motioned with his head to the left and the right, and a few Transylvanians approached and surrounded him. Frank closed his eyes and held his hands out, performing a trust fall into their arms. They caught him and lifted him high into the air, and Frank smiled in elation as they brought him up and down.

"Of so much cool

that I'm red hot.

Let me tell you who's the star to set you free.

Yes, little old heart-stopping me."

The Transylvanians holding Frank up carried him over to the rest of the crowd, and transported him over. Several hands reached out and grabbed him, and he began crowd surfing as he was carried across the room by the Transylvanians. By sheer misfortune, he was heading straight for Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta, who ducked down when he should have been passed to them. The Transylvanians around him though continued to pass him along until he was in front of the throne, where they set him down on his feet.

"Some dame was named

after Heaven's queen,

a fake prince claimed

he was a sex machine."

He stepped up onto the cushion, standing on the seat, and leaned back against the backrest, stretching his arms out across the top of the throne. Raising a foot to the crowd, he wiggled it at them as they all fell to their knees around the throne.

"So save your time and your loyalty.

Remember I'm true royalty.

If you're thinking, who's the king of ecstasy?

It's little old heart-stopping me."

Sliding down into the seat, he scooted down onto his back so he was laying down and raised his feet up, kicking his legs back and forth. The Transylvanians crawled forward, gathering all around the throne as they reached for and touched him. Frank seemed to relish in their touches, running his hands over those that touched him, and the Transylvanians took over the song and began singing.

"You're more than a king,

you're our everything,

the true-blue messiah

of our new desire."

Rising up, they gathered even more around the throne. Frank sat up and rotated so he was properly sitting, and the Transylvanians worked together to lift the entire throne, with Frank on it, up into the air, hoisting him up high, and Frank raised his arms in delight.

"Our mojo, our fetish,

who's oh so coquettish,

our gymnastic Venus,

with the dynastic genus."

They set the throne down and backed away, waving their arms at Frank. Once they had parted, Frank stood up and jumped down, and began running through the crowd again. The Transylvanians ran after him as he headed back to the other side of the room, running past Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta.

"And we can't get enough of it.

Can't get enough of it."

Frank came to a stop in front of the Old Queen. He held his hand out to her and she took it, and he pulled her towards him. The two began to dance in a way that seemed more suitable for lovers than mother and son as Frank began singing again.

"I'll give you what you need,

I'm holding nothing back

until I hear you plead

for a heart attack."

Frank ended his dance with his mother by spinning her around. As the Old Queen laughed, still spinning around, even after he released her, he began running into the crowd once more. The crowd didn't part this time, seeming to want him to run into them, and he forced his way through, his arms spread wide as if he were asking for a hug.

"I'll be your sugar plum

until it's your death day,

and then I'm gonna come

and take your breath away.

Who gives his whole uncharted soul to thee?"

He turned around as he continued making his way through the crowd, walking backwards now. He reached out to those he passed, grazing their hands with his, and they reached for him once more.

"Yes, little old heart-stopping me.

It's little old heart-stopping me."

His song came to an end as he whirled around once more and came to a sudden stop in the crowd, and was suddenly face-to-face with Janet. She stood there like a deer caught in the headlights as Frank stared at her in surprise.

"Lights!" he thundered.

All the lights came back on, and Frank stared at Janet in shock. He got over his surprise after a few moments and looked at her with slight disdain, as if he thought her beneath him.

"So," he said in a displeased tone, "my eyes don't deceive me. Well, this is certainly a surprise. I didn't think I'd see you again, Janet Weiss."

Janet stood silent, not knowing what to say or how to act. Everything seemed to be falling apart. How long would it be before Frank exposed her and the others? Were their lives already forfeit?

Reaching out, Dr. Scott took hold of Janet's arm and gently pulled her away from Frank. "It's alright, Janet. Everything will be ok."

This naturally drew Frank's attention to the scientist, and his eyes widened with surprise and recognition. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Dr. Scott."

"Frank-N-Furter," the scientist acknowledged. "So, you're really back."

"And you're really here," Frank commented. "And with Miss Weiss. Oh, I can't help but wonder why the two of you are here together."

His insinuation, was clear, and the smirk on his face only helped to back it up. Janet resisted the urge to slap him, but restrained herself since she knew it wouldn't be a good idea, for a number of reasons.

Dr. Scott, however, took it upon himself to correct the situation. "I'm here as a supporting friend to Janet. And she's Janet Majors now."

Frank raised an eyebrow in mild interest before he seemed to remember. "Oh, that's right. You and Brad were engaged, weren't you? I guess that means that you've tied the knot." His gaze went down to Janet's stomach. "And you've got a bun in the oven. One that's nearly ready to come popping out by the looks of it." He smirked, looking amused. "Well done, Brad. I should really offer him my congratulations. Where is that old rascal?"

"Dead," Janet muttered, finally finding her voice.

The smile left Frank's face, but he looked more disappointed than sad. "Oh, that's unfortunate. He was an amusing bedmate, as I'm sure you know, Mrs. Majors."

Now Janet really did want to slap him. Bad enough he had seduced Brad, and her, and twisted him the way he had, but to rub it in her face like this, and then reduce the love she had for her husband to something so… basic, it really aggravated her.

With his arrogant smirk in place, Frank's gaze shifted to behind the two earthlings to land on Magenta. The smile fell from his face and he looked almost insulted to see her there. He pushed past Janet and Dr. Scott to approach her, and he began looking her up and down in disapproval.

"And what are you doing here?" he demanded. "Bad enough that you and Riff Raff killed me, but to think that you actually have the nerve to come to my resurrection. Where is your murderer of a brother anyway?"

Both Janet and Dr. Scott found it to be rather conceded in how Frank and referred to Riff Raff as a murderer after the brutal way he had killed Eddie, simply because he had gotten jealous over the fact that Rocky had been enjoying the song the biker had been singing.

Before anyone else could say anything though, the queen spoke up. "Riff Raff is currently in the dungeon," she replied, as if the matter were of no importance. "He shall stay there until further notice. As for Magenta, she is now a slave, and has been assigned to taking care of Janet while she is her since the two of them are friends and she knows and understands Earth's customs."

Frank glanced at Janet and Dr. Scott again with mild interest. "I see. And why, pray tell, are Mrs. Majors and the good doctor here anyway?"

The Old Queen smiled proudly. "Ah, yes, you're going to be rather pleased to hear this. Consider it a surprise for your resurrection day. As you can plainly see, Janet here is with child." She gave her son a pointed look. "Your child."

Janet felt as if her stomach had dropped out beneath her. There it was, the queen had said it. And Frank would know right away that it was a lie. He would expose her. And then what would become of her, Dr. Scott, and Magenta? Not to mention her child. Oh, how she prayed that no matter the queen decided to do to them that she would at least allow her to give birth first and spare her child.

A look of surprise crossed Frank's face mixed with confusion. He looked back at Janet and watched the color drain from her face, then glanced at Dr. Scott and Magenta, noting how concerned they looked. Janet could see the wheels in his head turning, and then suddenly, much to her surprise, he smiled. It wasn't a happy smile though, but one of amusement. He slowly looked back at her, his smile widening, as if he found the whole situation to be humorous. It worried her as to what he would do or say.

"My child?" he asked, the amusement evident in his voice, as if he had just been told a dirty little secret. "Well now, this is a pleasant surprise. Truly a… resurrection day gift." He continued to eye the three of them, clearly enjoying making them sweat, and tilted his head towards his mother. "Speaking of which, may I ask how you were able to bring me back?"

The Old Queen smiled, looking rather proud of herself. "We recovered your research on how you created life and used it to find a way to bring you back."

Frank still hadn't taken his eyes off the two earthlings and Transylvanian woman, as if he were planning something wicked. "Oh, yes, of course, my research." He finally turned back to his mother after giving them one last lingering look. "Since you brought up my creation of life, could you tell me what's become of my darling Rocky?"

A look of disinterest crossed the queen's face. "That muscle-bound man that came back with your ship? He's long dead, as is the other female companion, Columbia, I believe her name was. Both were killed along with you by Riff Raff. We disposed of both their bodies, but preserved yours once we discovered what you had been researching."

For the first time, Frank looked a little upset, like a child who'd had their favorite toy broken or taken away. "I see. Well, I suppose it's for the best. As fine as a specimen as he was, he showed that he was not perfect, nor was he loyal."

The queen just waved this off. "Do not dwell in it, my son. This was your first mission. One can't blame you for getting carried away and becoming caught up in the enjoyment of it."

At that, Frank flashed Magenta an arrogant smirk. "No, one can not." He ignored the dirty look she gave him and turned back to his mother. "Be that as it may, I am sorry that I failed you, Mother. As you said, I just got caught up in the thrill of it all."

Once again, the Old Queen dismissed his concerns. "Not to worry, dear boy. There will be plenty of other worlds for you to conquer. You can even take a second stab at Earth. In fact, the tides of change have begun, which will now make our takeovers far easier, and secure our rule so that no one will oppose us."

Frank's eyebrows rose with interest. "Oh? Do go on."

The queen smirked and turned her attention to the crowd. "As all of you know, I gathered you all here today for a special announcement, one that will revolutionize our way of life. I also said it would come with a surprise, and you have all just received it. My son lives again!"

The Transylvanians cheered for their prince. Frank relished in the attention, taking a dramatic bow. He looked back at the only three who weren't cheering, most notably Janet, and grinned.

"What's wrong, Janet, dear?" he asked almost mockingly. "Are you not happy to see me?"

Perhaps it was her hormones making her bold, but Janet defiantly lifted her chin and said, "Not particularly."

His grin widened as he apparently found this amusing. "Now, that's not very nice. After all," he let out a light chuckle, "we are expecting parents."

Janet wanted to shout that he knew very well that her child wasn't his, but she wasn't about to expose herself. Which posed the question, why hadn't Frank exposed her? Was he planning something? It would certainly be right up his ally. But what kind of sinister plot was he scheming that involved her, Dr. Scott, and Magenta to keep silent on the matter?

She didn't have time to dwell on it though as the Old Queen called attention back to herself. "Yes, yes, truly a cause for celebration. And now it's time for the big announcement." The crowd quieted down as they eagerly waited for their queen to tell them the big news. "As all of you are aware, we Transylvanians have gained a reputation as conquerors. We go from planet to planet to indoctrinate others into our way of life. And once enough people have converted to our side, we would take over those who might resist us by force and crush any resistance we might meet."

More applause, and the queen let out a giggle, as if she found the very idea of dominating other worlds to be greatly appealing. And, for all intents and purposes, it seemed as if she did.

"As affective as this strategy has been," she continued, "we have been working on a way to make taking over even more affective. A way to stomp out any resistance we may face from those who won't convert. Behold, the key to complete domination!"

She held out her hands, motioning to the other side of the room. All attention turned to where she was gesturing, and a massive pair of curtains began to open. Behind them was a giant mechanical device of some sort. It was a massive golden sphere with a large golden triangle protruding from it. At the end of the triangle was a red tip that seemed to be made of crystal. And right by the base of the sphere was a control pad with a lone Transylvanian sitting in the seat in front of it.

"With this," the queen declared, "we will destroy any resistance and show the entire universe what we are capable of. Allow me to give you a demonstration. Activate the device!"

The Transylvanian at the control pad began flipping switches. Several lights on the sphere began flashing, as did the red crystal tip at the end of the triangle. The sphere then began spinning around, as did the triangle, spinning in the opposite direction as it began rising up until it was pointing at the ceiling.

"Now," the queen ordered, "open the dome ceiling."

The Transylvanian flipped a few more switches, and a loud rumbling was heard. Up above, the ceiling began to open, exposing the night sky. The triangle pointed directly up at the opening.

As this happened, the Old Queen pulled out a remote and hit a button, and the large display screen came down. It turned on, revealing a scene of deep space. She then hit a few more buttons, and the screen changed a few times, util it displayed the image of a planet.

Smirking, the Old Queen pointed at the Transylvanian at the controls. "Now, show the galaxy our power!"

Reaching out, the Transylvanian grabbed a lever and pulled it down. The red tip of the triangle on the machine flashed brightly for a few seconds before firing a laser into the night sky. It continued to fire for a few moments, and then stopped. Approximately five seconds later, the image on the screen showed the laser hit the planet. The planet began to glow as if with fire, as if countless explosions were happening across the surface, and it began to crack apart before it suddenly exploded.

All throughout the room, the Transylvanians began cheering and clapping joyfully. Janet, however, brought her hands to her mouth in horror. She had just witnessed the Old Queen blow up an entire planet, like something straight out of Star Wars. Slowly, she glanced at Dr. Scott and saw that his mouth was hanging open in shock, and he looked just as horrified as she did.

They both turned to Magenta, who had averted her eyes. She seemed to sense their gaze on her and completely turned her head away. But why? Did she feel genuine remorse, or was it because of her position and reliance on the two of them and she on felt bad because she knew that they would disapprove.

As the screen shut off and began retracting into the ceiling, the world destroying weapon began powering down. The sphere stopped spinning, as did the triangular extension as it came down, and up above, the domed ceiling began to close. The queen got to her feet and raised her hands, but none of the Transylvanians were paying any attention to her. She called out to them, but her voice was lost over the cheers and clapping. She tried a few times before growing frustrated and pushed a button, causing what sounded like an airhorn to go off.

This silenced all the Transylvanians and they turned their attention back to the queen as she addressed them. "This device will fire a laser of energy that causes a chain reaction in whatever mass it touches, causing all the atoms of the object it touches to explode. Be it a small pebble or an entire planet, the object will be destroyed in its entirety. With this new weapon, no one will be able to deny us. All those who resist us will be forced to submit whether they want to or not, under penalty of total annihilation. Any resistance will be stomped out, and our mighty empire shall dominate the entire galaxy and beyond!"

More cheers, even louder this time. The Old Queen positively basked in it, her expression bordering on ecstasy. And as the applause slowly died down, she turned her attention to her son and smiled.

"Well, Frank?" she asked. "What say you about this new development?"

Frank looked almost as excited as his mother as he grinned ear to ear. "Marvelous, mother. Simply marvelous. Although I do suppose that I shall miss breaking the prisoners of war. I did so enjoy that. It could be quite pleasurable, for both parties."

The queen seemed to find this amusing. "You are the crown prince, my son. You may take your pleasure where you will."

"Oh, I shall," Frank replied. He looked back at Janet, Dr. Scott, and Magenta, and his grin widened with a dark, seductive promise. "I will indeed."

(A/N: Oh boy, this doesn't look good. Frank is back, and while he hasn't exposed Janet and the others, yet, he seems to be plotting something nefarious. Whatever it is, you know it's not going to be good. And now there's a new threat with the Old Queen's super weapon. With it, it doesn't look like anywhere is safe, even if Janet and the others do manage to escape. What's going to happen? You'll have to stay tuned to find out.)