Hello peoples! This is my very 1st RHPS fic! Plez be gentle, but honest. Of course, I don't own RHPS. A god named Richard O'Brien owns that. LUV YA RITZ! CALL ME! I love RHPS, 'specially Riff, that crazy blonde hunchbacked handyman! Heheh! Wow. Too much confectioner's sugar. (it looks like cocaine!) Well….when you're done, you can do me a HUGE favor…..REVIEW! If you do I'll get you a mental mind fuck, okay?

Love, confectioner's sugar and Riff Raff

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Riff Raff lay next to his dear sister, Magenta, who was still sleeping peacefully in their former master's bed. He would do anything for his most beautiful lover and sibling. He had just killed for her. Frank-N-Furter, the crown Prince of Transsexual, son of the Queen of Transsexual was slain and still floating in the pool untouched along with "his" creation and the Prince's groupie died with him.

Riff had gone over what had happened over and over again in his head. They had never planned to kill anybody. Not even Frank. Actually, when they had first burst into the room, hadn't he said that he would be their prisoner? He hadn't much liked him from the start because of his constant high-and-mighty-ness, and maybe there was a touch of jealousy that added up to become his hatred and loathing. Besides that, Frank had never liked him. Never. Magenta said he was being a "sulky little git" and he threw a temper tantrum. In reality, Riff did want to kill him. If he killed him, there wasn't any way for him to be hurt both by Frank's whip or his lifestyle. Basically everyday and night, he would hear the master with his "playthings" and wonder what it was like and if Magenta may get tired of him and go for Frank. This constant worrying caused him to be more than a bit paranoid.

Rocky was a bit different. After all the work Riff put into creating Rocky, he did felt somewhat remorseful about killing it after just 7 hours of life. The only "help" that Frank had in building Rocky was dictating what "his" muscle man should look like. Everybody knew that Frank new almost nothing about chemistry, unlike Riff who had studied and worked for his entire life. Frank probably couldn't tell a Redox equation from a simple linear equation. However, Rocky would have never fit into Transylvanian life. He wouldn't know how to act around others without at least a whole brain. It was the humane thing to do.

Columbia, the groupie, was annoying as ever, but was it justify for her killing? Riff wasn't so sure and Magenta was absolutely livid about it. He tried to explain that when she had screamed, it had caught him off guard. Partially that was true, but also he had noticed that his adored sister had been more than friendly with Columbia. That was not allowed, but of course, it wasn't Magenta's fault. It was never Magenta's fault, no matter what happened or will happen.

They had been traveling for about an earthen day. Of course, it would be quite sometime before they returned to the outreaches of the galaxy of Transylvania. He and Magenta had much work to be done before they came anywhere near there, like getting rid of the bodies and working out an excuse for returning without the dear prince. Riff Raff would have to come up with that soon so Magenta would not have to worry.

Riff got up out of bed and got dressed. Magenta hadn't stirred. She slept soundly and contently. He hoped that it was because of the happiness that freedom had brought; that Riff had brought. His purpose, he thought, was to make sure that Magenta was happy, safe and his. Looking at her body, covered in the tangle of silk sheets, he gave a small grin. Last night was wonderful and he would have to repay her later for his pleasure with a night dedicated to her. What was he thinking? Every night and day was dedicated to her. He loved her with all his heart and loved doting her just as much.

He walked to the lift and rode it down to the kitchen. They hadn't cleaned up at all since dinner and the party the previous night. He grabbed a piece of food still on the serving trays. Usually he didn't get much food, let alone a full meal because of all the work he was forced to do. Another thing he hadn't done in awhile was sleep-in. As he walked to the pool he looked at the clock that was always incorrect. It seemed he had slept in at least 3 hours. Once he reached the doors he looked over at Columbia who was still laying there where she had fallen when he had shot her.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but you should not have cried out against me. He deserved what had happened to him. So, did you."

He started making his way to the stage/pool.

"Yes, "Master". You deserved what you had coming. Treating us like that. Eyeing Magenta. She was never yours. Always mine. You always wanted what I had. My intellect, my sister, anything that I had or ever wanted you did too. Why? You always had whatever or whomever you would ever want. Except my sister. When you wanted her or hurt her, I stepped in. Is that why you hated me? I didn't look at you as an over-sexed pig-of-a-price that you were. I yearned to be like you or at least with you, but you just wanted me in pain. Of course, Magenter is my soul mate and love of my life, but both you and her and every being on our planet know that it's all right to have a good fuck by someone different every once in awhile.

Oh why, oh why did you make kill you? You drove me mad with jealousy, cut me to the quick with your shamelessness, and never once gave me a glance. And such an excuse for a life forms as these Earthlings as well. Oh Frank, my beloved master, delight of my life, forgive me you bastard."

Riff finally made his way to the edge of the pool. Peering into the pool he found…nobody. Exactly that, no body. Not even Rocky's. They were gone. Shock and fear enveloped him in that moment. Had he made a mistake? Were they really dead when they had left? Where were they?

Just then he heard a scream from upstairs. It was Magenta. He raced up to the lift and forced it to go as fast as possible up to the lab. As soon as he reached the top his heart seemed to drop to his feet. There was Frank, still in the same corset that he "died" in, but with his make up reapplied, with the laser pointed at his sister.

"Why hello Riff Raff. Glad you could join us,"

Just then Rocky came up from behind Riff and grabbed him. He couldn't move with the muscle man holding him so tightly. Frank slowly walked towards Riff and whispered in his ear the same lines that Riff had sung before during the floorshow.

"I'm your new commander; now are my prisoner. We return to Transylvania."