I SEE ALL
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Tess deBont
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Richard O’brien!
Rating: Nothing that a Rocky fan couldn’t cope with- heh, heh, heh!- 18 then?
Note: All of the dialogue is taken more or less directly from “The Rocky Horror
picture show” That mentioned is that which I imagine registers to the character,
including the few lines she gets herself. Drawing on her “Well secluded I see
all” line, this is not so much an attempt to describe the events from Magenta’s
POV but her thought processes running through these events. I realised halfway
through writing this that the character is a crazy, nymphomaniac bitch- this did
not in the least alter her status as my favourite character in Rocky Horror.
Pardon the many typos!
Please send me feedback at magentamckinley@hotmail.com Thanks!!!!
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So here I am, sitting in the dark at the top of the stairs. The door opens
letting dark into the darkness. Why does something always interrupt us as soon
as we have a moment free from Frank’s tyrannical presence. Oh but this could be
fun. The two people walking in look so sweet and innocent, what fun we can have
with them. I hear my brother’s voice, darkness out of darkness, but not as dark
as I am. “You’re wet.” He thinks to disconcert them. Don’t talk to me about
being disconcerting, I’m the expert. They’re so sweet, they’re like that pair of
little songbirds that we caught when we were children. My brother liked to break
them ever so slowly. We have this power- they don’t even know the power we have,
and we, supposed to be the background, space fillers, servants, slaves,
prisoners. They’re right beneath me now but they can’t see me. I don’t like to
be seen unless I can make a statement to go with it. Riff knows I’m here, the
only presence’s either of us ever sense are each others. He knows I want to
materialise onto the scene now- “You’ve come on a rather special night- it’s one
of the master’s affairs.” I want to laugh, but I know he didn’t mean affairs the
way I took it. The female of the two is the type I so despise, even worse than
the prattling bit of nothingness that is Columbia. “Oh-” this girl squeaks
“Lucky him.” This is my moment. When I move and say “He’s lucky” the poor things
jump half out of their skins, I’d laugh, but that would ruin the effect. I
wonder if I’m crazy, I certainly should be, if not I’d certainly like to be.
Nobody understands me and I don’t understand anybody- except my beloved brother
of course- so that’s a good start. If I’m not crazy then I’m certainly giving
this poor startled pair the wrong impression now as I slide down the banister-
hey why walk down what you could slide down it’s so much more fun- shrieking as
I go- “You’re lucky! I’m lucky! We’re all lucky!!!” I think I freaked them out.
They didn’t even realise I was there. Of course he just smiles and gives me that
look- the affectionate older brother taking care of his little sister. Yeah.
Right. This is his cue now. We’ve done this dance since we were children- of
course it can mean more now. There must have been a point when things changed-
when we stopped being childhood playmates, siblings and became something more.
When did it happen. Well I can’t worry about that now- I’ll fail to worry about
it tomorrow. His voice is music- “It’s astounding, time is fleeting, madness
takes it’s toll.” I was right, we are mad, both of us- you’d have to be to
survive this life without going insane. Ha ha! I think the poor creatures are a
little disconcerted by the way I hiss and snarl- but I’m not snarling at them,
why would I? The Time Warp isn’t so much a dance as a mating ritual- “But listen
closely-” That was my cue- “Not for very much longer.” Why does he get the next
line, why shouldn’t I?- “I’ve got to- keep control.” He always keeps control,
I’d say he’s just as bad as Frank, male dominance really sucks in this age of
feminism. The difference is that I want to be controlled by Riff. When he says
“I remember doing the Time Warp” It’s not just a handy lyric, it’s true- how
could we ever forget this dance? With Frank’s pressures on our time and
attention there’s few other ways we have of achieving the closeness we had
before he came. Of course there are lots of other ways- but we’re more or less
in public at the moment- “Drinking those moments when- The blackness would hit
me-” There is something truly orgasmic about this song. I love it that only the
two of us notice this- “And A void would be calling!” What might look to these
ignorant innocents a strange sort of handshake is- as only we know- not. Like
the Time Warp it’s more another of those mating rituals. I can’t count the
number of times we’ve run through the castle like this hand in hand our control
the more complete that we are united in it. Hand in hand, children, innocence,
friendship. Other brothers and sisters have these things- but I won’t dwell on
it now. I don’t dwell I live. Now I have to say that these conventionalists are
the most appalling lot of bores I have ever met. Years of pandering to them,
these fools, Frank’s obsequious followers- it’s so easy staying silent if you
know that at the end of it you’ll kill them all. But honestly, they can’t dance,
they can’t even sing. How dare they sing the chorus of our own beloved Time
Warps. I’ve got to shut them up. My turn- “It’s so dreamy, oh fantasy free me-“
Fantasy is the world in which we live. That is- everything we know is a fantasy,
a dream that we’re constantly living- but how can I be freed? My dance is
beautiful where theirs was not. They are nothing insects. Laughter bubbles- the
poor little insect has fainted. There is only one who appreciates my dance
enough to be seduced by it. I know he is. “So you can’t see me, no not at all.”
That’s me, unheard, practically unseen unless I want to be. And frankly- oops
pardon the pun- I wouldn’t want to be seen unless it’s part of a big bang. This
is a nice post, one could get friendly with it. Dear Riff Raff, I always thought
he was the more controlled out of the two of us- but what the hell is he doing
with that doughnut? Hey, it’s me or the doughnut, baby! “In another dimension,
with voyeuristic intention Well secluded- I see all.” Oh yes. You’d be surprised
at all I see. Not only all but more. I’ve seen things in the worlds I go to that
would make those pathetic creatures more than faint. His turn now- “With a bit
of the mind flip.” If I take time to understand these words they have the most
effect, and of course time is what we have, God knows we’ve been biding it for
long enough. I strike up a seductive pose with the pillar- “You’re into the time
slip-” This is practised, we’ve been singing this together for longer than I can
remember, our voices will never be out of sync with each other- “And nothing can
ever be the same.” When was it that things became so that they could never be
the same? Would I have wanted something else? Would I have wanted what this
fainting couple who shake in the doorway like little plants have. A love outside
of family? They cannot love as we can- we’ve got it so simple really- not that
anyone will ever appreciate this. My turn- “You’re spaced out on sensation” Like
I said, this isn’t a pop song at all, it’s an in depth erotic drama, whatever,
who gives a shit, just go with it- “Like your under sedation!” Sedation, yeah,
that registers- calm down girl or you’ll give the game away. Why do those idiots
have to join in and ruin our chorus. Our dance is so much more stylish than
theirs. It’s individual which theirs is not- whilst not being individual-
sometimes I wonder if I’m made up of one entity which is me or the two entities
which are both of us. That horrible little girl is going to sing now- this is a
profanity to our sacred song- so I’m not going to listen- look forward, he’s
looking at you as usual, drown in the eyes that surround you, take you in and
seduce you- bastard- did he ever give me any choice but to love him? - nobody
else seems to register in my mind unless for amusement value. The sheep are
singing again. Admittedly so are we, but our dance is still different- symbolic-
confrontational almost- oh help, oh help, she’s going to tap dance. I look at
Riff to see if I’m the only one trying not to laugh. Of course I’m not. Ha ha!
The steps spoiled the poor little brat’s flow! Don’t you spit at me you bitch! I
can ignore her. The dance is over now, everyone is staring at those two little
intruders. They’re way out of their league here. They mumble something I have so
interest in catching. I think it unease’s them the way we snarl at them. The so-
called master is coming. I have to act- if I didn’t know that there was always
one who could read my every true thought I’d go insane with my acting. Oh yes
good one, he’s here. Has to make an entrance doesn’t he? Has to upstage
everyone. I dare to glance behind me. Yes Riff’s as unimpressed as I am- you
wouldn’t guess how much a raised eyebrow can imply, suggest, etc. So we have to
put up this show- not only pretend to be his fawning followers but the most
fawning of them all. That throne should not be his, it should be ours. There was
a time when all of this was ours, we had the place to ourselves. Moments were
not snatched but constant. Time truly meant nothing as the little brat said. Now
even standing in Frank’s presence is a drag. How dare he look at my brother like
that? He’s mine you bastard. I’d growl if I wasn’t smiling. Not that smiling is
an entire façade- you either laugh or cry and I prefer to laugh. Oh thank god
for that, he’s gone. Now we can have fun with- what were their names- Brad and
Janet- yeah figures. Not that we take so much delight in undressing other
people. It’s the power that counts. This guy has a strange shirt. I’m trying to
concentrate on the fact that Riff is leering at me again but that little bitch
is squeaking in my earlobe- “Slowly slowly it’s too nice a job to rush!” Her
implausibly high voice intrudes upon my thought processes- and indeed my thought
processes were about to go to far more interesting areas. The guy is mumbling
again- he says far too much and of too little value. Hey, he and Frank would be
perfect together! She’s not much better either. The helpless little insects
scramble for their clothes; their so easy to push around, so how can I help but
to bully them a bit- “Come along the master doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
Not that I give a shit what the master does or doesn’t like as I’ve made
perfectly clear to him in the past. Oh yes. But it’s good to see how frightened
and apprehensive the cowering little things look- I’ve got to rub it in- “Shift
it!” Well they’re finally getting their butts moving so we can all squeeze into
the lift- hey this could be fun. Wait a moment brother dearest don’t look at
that little slut of a Columbia like that! Where the fuck did you get that bottle
of whatever the hell it is from and why didn’t you tell me? We could have been
on the brink of insanity together- oh well, not like we haven’t been there
before- yeah! Smash that bottle- rub it in! The little blonde thing is funnier
than I thought she was, I think she’s talking to me- “Is he- er- Frank I mean-
is he your husband?” Don’t make me laugh- oh you have. But isn’t it nice to have
a big brother to answer for you when you’re laughing too much to answer for
yourself? “The master is not yet married, nor do I believe he ever will be, we
are simply his servants” Oh ho that’s a good one, build up the false impression.
Gee this lift is getting stuffy. Aha what have we here? Frank and his unoriginal
stooges with neither fashion sense or suspenders are prepared for the big event
of the night. This is the point where I shut up and put on part of the show. But
believe me baby it’s only on the outside that I intend to shut up. The girl’s
got more guts than the geek has- they’re both quite cute in the animal sort of
way. There goes Frank on a spiel- “Magenta, Columbia- go and assist Riff Raff.”
Assist him? Oh yeah, I do that all the time. What Frank doesn’t know. Only he
would have the audacity to call my brother by that derogatory name. Inward
snarl. Now he’s pretending he’s the centre of attention, spoilt brat. Not that
he isn’t just that. I mean I wouldn’t say I had that honour. Oh but I will
Frankie boy just you wait. The more you make me hate you the easier it will be.
“Everything is in readiness master.” How we hate to attach that “Master” to the
end of every line. He doesn’t even notice, only I do that, but I notice
everything. Here we go, the point where he makes his big speech that just cries
out for people to yawn at- soon darling, soon you’ll be able to let him know how
boring he is. Now I just have to mumble “An accident” in his ear when the time
is right. I’ll give him an accident! We know where the laser guns are kept- when
the moment is right… Here it comes, bore of the evening. Poor Riff- I only have
to stand here and look hideous in this appalling white sheet- he has turn the
switches behind the creation of a pointless creation- “Rocky!” Gasps the
unending bore. This is where I get another undressing job- well there has to be
something to perk up the evening. Ouch! BASTARD! How dare you kick the one I
love? I could kill him. Calm baby, calm- is that my mind or his telling me that.
Well not only is this creation a bad cliché but he can’t sing either. Still at
least while Frank’s making a fool of himself over his new toy we can dance away
regardless. Oops, duty calls. “He’s a credit to your genius master.” The sad
thing is that he doesn’t even realise how totally sarcastic we’re being. Go
magenta, ham it up- “A triumph of your will.” Oh Columbia dear I think I’ll die
laughing- for the first time the girl said the right thing! But this block’s not
even “OK”- another one who’s perfect for Frank. Oh shit, the freak’s got an
opening to sing again. Well all of that went right over my head- not in the
sense that I’m thick you understand- more the sense that frank is. I’m just a
victim here. Ha ha! That girl is going to burst my ear drums one of these days-
“EDDIE!” Pardon me if I look unimpressed by the juvenile delinquent’s big
entrance. If he had half a brain he’d sing so much better than he does- the
thing is half a brain is exactly what he has. Still it puts me- me being Riff
and I of course- in the background again. There’s a difference between being
showy and being showy. Our show won’t come to he end, but believe me it will be
done with so much more style than this lot have. The thing about Frank and
everybody else here is that they can lead the lifestyle’s they do, sleep with
whoever the hell they like and think they’re living life to the full when they
will never know what love means or even passion out of the lust sense. These are
the thoughts, the pieces of knowledge that would place us far above them all
however much lower we appear. And the thing about being below everyone is that
it gives you so much ammunition for feeling superior. But Frank’s sulking in a
corner and the big guy’s centre stage, so we can slope of wordless into the
freezer and do our own dance in their. Neither of us needs to speak, speech is
unnecessary when two minds work as one. Not that I’m not an individual, I’m just
an individual who’s entire being is dominated by another. Gee, I guess the
freezer is the best place to be, cos God knows if the two of us are dancing
together the air really needs to be cooled down. Ouch! Well that was chilling
anyway, being thrown against the wall by a maniac with an ice pick. I’m missing
Frank’s big scene ‘Cos Riff is looking at me again. Oh no baby, don’t give me
that look, there ain’t nothing I can do to ease it here and now. Patience. Ewww,
why do I always get the messy jobs? Not that blood isn’t sometimes a turn on but
not when it involves Frank and a pair of rubber gloves. I don’t believe it, he’s
going to sing again. I WANT TO GO HOME! But home is a long way away, and we have
a whole night to get through. Ha, the little virgin’s under his spell, that
doesn’t mean she ca sing to any effect though- permission to roll my eyes. No, I
totally refuse to join the masses in a “Frank and Rocky ra ra ra!” I mean, grow
up! Why a wedding anyway? It’s not Frank’s scene and certainly not mine. Perhaps
I’m just being bitter and twisted- after all when you fall in love with your
brother marriage isn’t really something you can aspire to. Thank God they’re all
gone. I hope I never have to see any of those people again. Shame about Eddie,
but hey nothing goes to waste in this place. By some marvellous stroke of luck
Frank’s instructed Columbia to show the “Guests” or is the right word prisoners?
To their rooms. So Riff and I get to release some of that voyeuristic intention-
not that watching Miss Weis stumble into a bowl of water is entirely fulfilling-
but it gets better now that Frank’s come in to join- yeah this is getting good-
uh- huh- oh you spoil sport you turned it off when it was just getting to the
good part! Clean the bloody floor yourself! I don’t know why we need the
monitors. There’s electricity in the air, but it’s always been here so it’s no
big deal- apart from it being a huge deal. Magenta Alright if you’re going to
send me psychic messages, darling, they could be more original than my name-
although there’s something about the way he thinks it that makes me want to melt
into this broom. What am I saying? I don’t have feelings for this broom do I?
Yes, now. He tells me my smile is evil; I think that’s meant as a good thing.
Poor little Rocky- not that it’s Rocky I’m gazing at right at this moment. So
what? I think my brother’s sexy! When will everyone stop getting at us about it
and let It be. I suppose it would be a terrible thing to be accepted. I don’t
need their acceptance when I have his. So whilst he’s snarling at rocky I’m
snarling at him- I’m about to get quite jealous actually- he seems to be having
rather too much fun dripping hot wax over the creature! Hot wax- hot wax! CALM
DOWN girl! Chains clanking against the elevator shaft. Laughter, mine and my
brother’s in perfect harmony. Songlike. The frightened grunts of the terrified
creature. Myself- running to the shaft and laughing down it. My brother. Beside
me now. Putting down the candlestick. Giving me that look that says blood is in
the air. His hands. My hands. Our fingers just touching like two leaves thrown
together in the breeze, moulded to the same stalk. There is something so sensual
in this simple gesture we share; something that is between us and nobody will
ever get between it. His eyes are intense, he would scare me if I did not know
that the same look was in my own eyes. I love him, both unconditionally and
otherwise if that was possible-although somehow the brother and the lover never
became two separate entities in my mind. Does that make me twisted? What the
hell. I am crushed, perfectly, controlled and taken over. It is a seduction that
I relish. When did it happen? When did affection turn to passion? Friendship
turn to ecstasy? When was the first time that the child hood companion and only
one I ever had turn round for the first time and sink his teeth into my neck.
This is so dangerous. If Frank found out… why does that not have the off putting
effect that it should have? But nothing is as it should be. I should be working,
something, anything but being here and thus, my mind blacking out in a red hot
haze… Quite how I find myself in Columbia’s bedroom I’m not entirely sure. I can
hear Columbia tapping down the corridor. We were in the main hall, and then in
the shower- well who wouldn’t be obsessed with showers if they were stuck with
hair like mine? Riff and I didn’t separate until in the corridor later. He
wandered of to find Frank- the dutiful bit and I ended up borrowing Columbia’s
hairdryer- not that she need one she hardly has any hair. But obviously Frank
assumes a mere maid to below such luxuries. Columbia’s style is actually more or
less my own. With the exception of that hideous black and white, huge poster of
the delinquent on wheels I could live with most of this stuff. Wonder what her
music taste is? She has an album cover by the lamp saying “The Rocky Horror
Picture Show.” Never heard of it. Sounds shite. Nothing startles Columbia, I’ll
have to give her that. We’d have to call each other friends by default. She just
smiles when she sees me and starts painting her toenails. Then she starts
painting mine. Well okay- last time anyone offered to paint my toenails was-
well Riff, yesterday, but there you go. That’s when we switch on the monitor to
see what’s doing. Yee ha! Things are hotting up in the Janet Weis department!
The little sweetie’s pulling the cute block of Rock, therefore called Rocky!
Only she has to sing as she does it, dear innocent. What a patronising bitch I
can be at times. It’s female company that brings it on though; blame Columbia.
“I’d only ever kissed before” Says Miss Weiss. Why does that not surprise me? It
surprises Columbia though- “You mean she’s-” She’s so innocent really- in the
non- innocent sense. Great, a chance to flaunt my superior knowledge- “Uh huh.”
I’m quite amazed by the change in dear Janet. Who would have known she had it in
her? Not that I respect her more for it though, uh, uh, I don’t do respect;
that’s for family members only. If Columbia doesn’t concentrate hard enough
she’s going to smudge my toenails. Now get me straight- well okay straight is
maybe a bad phrase- I wouldn’t call myself gay and I certainly don’t have any
real feelings for Columbia- she’s just sort of their really- and well Janet’s
antics are certainly putting the temperature up in here a bit. I’m not sure if
I’m waving this hair dryer at Columbia as resistance or otherwise. I was fairly
sure that I was heterosexual- unlike everybody else here- not that the truth of
what Riff and I are makes anybody feel a whole lot better. But we do have,
amongst our many unspoken agreements that we can sleep with who we like when we
like as long as we know who we really belong to. Ho hum. But things are cooling
and I have to go and prepare dinner. OUCH! On the way out of Columbia’s room I
am seized by a pain like red hot pokers. Somebody somewhere is hurting my
brother. I will not be seen with tears in my eyes. Revenge will be sweet. Dinner
is remarkably easily prepared considering who it is. I can’t wait to see their
faces when they find out- and then again when they find out we’ve hidden his
remains under the table. I’d laugh- if I didn’t want to cry. When I said I
wanted Frank to make me hate him I meant by hurting me, not my brother. Bastard.
Calm. Relax. Oh God and I thought ringing bells for the servants was a thing of
the past. Turns out it’s that little slut Columbia, being bored and wanting
someone to talk to. Little bitch doesn’t she understand anything? I’m glad she
doesn’t know me at all, like almost everyone. Maybe being known inside and out
by one person makes up for the fact that nobody else you ever meet will
understand anything about you. She’d be so shocked if she knew what we were
capable of. I wonder if I’m really evil. If I am is it just me or is Riff evil
too It would make sense that we both are. Maybe only he is. Maybe neither of us
are. What is evil anyway? Who really gives a shit? Turns out, when I start
thinking about it over a fag- little bitch doesn’t even want to talk she just
gets lonely – there are only two things in the world that I have any feelings
for- my brother and my home planet- so maybe the passion I have for these two
makes up for my heartlessness towards everything and everyone else. Am I really
heartless? I think too much- shut up girl! Oh look I dude on wheels just rolled
through. Maybe it’s time to move butt. I could have ruined my big entrance onto
Frank’s little reunion by laughing at the absurdity of it all. There they are,
squeaking away- “Janet!- Dr Scott!- Janet!- Brad!- Rocky!” Over and over! Change
the channel guys! Here goes then, gee I love this gong. It vibrates. I didn’t
just think that. “Master! Dinner is prepared! Bastards! Nobody appreciated my
effort. This is where I stop smiling and start feeling like a freak. I can’t
wait for this dinner. I slope off through the hole in the wall. Riff is standing
there waiting for me. Shit! He does have this habit of surprising me around
darkened corners- but there’s no time to start thinking those thoughts now-
dinner- focus- dinner! We don’t speak, we don’t need to. But the look we share
confirms anew our hate of Frank. It tells me not to waste time feeling hurt by
anything he does to us. Strength. Dinner. It’s such a dark affair. Dark affair,
hmm. Those seated around the table look like a lost selection of suspects from a
bad crime novel. Only we know what we’re doing, so now we can flaunt this fact.
And nobody can complain if I we do throw wine all over them because they’re
scared. And because, really, they don’t have a hell of a lot of choice. It’s one
of those set ups when we can’t help but to smile insanely at everything. They
are genuine smiles, part in knowledge of the power we have, part in having it
together again. This is the big moment. We could have laughed out loud but it
would have spoiled the hilarious silence that settled round the table. “That’s a
rather tender subject- another slice anyone?” Oh crack me up! They’re all so
shocked- as though Eddie wasn’t quite as nutritious as any chicken- I tasted it,
yum. But Columbia’s the most priceless of them all- “Excuse me” Bet she thinks
she seems so sweet and heart broken. But what a scream! Go for it girl. Just as
long as nobody gets the idea that I’m a nice girl. By now the poor little thing-
I drip with sarcasm- will be crumpled up in her stylish bedroom sobbing her guts
out. I didn’t realise the old fool could sing too. But this is good, if we can
sing along we can subtly make Frank feel uneasy. I know we do. We give him such
a look when the guy mentions his “Evil deed” it’s to die for if you’ll pardon
the expression. Riff and I are on either side of Frank. We’re still too far
apart this way. When did things change? There must have been a moment when he
stopped looking at me with all the affection one might feel for their younger
sister and the looks became lust. Whatever Columbia says- time means everything.
But although I contemplate I don’t real care. I know nobody’s looking at us and
that’s fine because we’re not looking at anybody which is why when the appalling
song runs to a close I turn to snarl at him- in the sexiest possible way you
understand. He has to keep me in control. I think he’s afraid I’ll give our game
away by my lack of control. Or maybe he’s afraid I’m infectious. I’m glad I
scare him sometimes. Pardon me while I die of laughter! This little crowd are a
selection of typical reactions to the sight of a dead body! But they hadn’t
expected that to be revealed half way through lunch! Oh dear, poor little
Frank’s discovered his creation is turning bisexual! It’s the end of the world,
as we know it people and aliens! The bitch is screaming and things are hotting
up! Wheels are rolling and frank is freaking! One day I’ll have to control this
manic laugh- but hey- Riff can control it for me- although you needn’t say “Shut
up!” in quite that tone excuse me! You can’t control yourself so wonderfully
either and don’t I know it! Maybe that’s it- maybe my laugh is too much of a
turn on and we don’t have time to go there now! Sometimes I tell myself that I
don’t see that what we do is so terribly wrong. Isis and Osiris were twins after
all- and they got to be great Egyptian deities on their planet- their parents
Nut and Geb were brother and sister too. I guess these things run in the family-
ha ha! Whatever else I say, I think I probably am crazy. Oh dear, we’re in
public again, maybe it’s time for serious face. Snort. Well here comes your
running commentary straight- Ha!- from your passive observer- here we have the
heroine miss Janet Weis squeaking about her feet being stuck to the floor. To
the left ladies and gentlemen is er probably ex- fiancé Brad majors- similarly
squeaking. A little to the forefront of this situation is boredom on wheels
sprouting some pseudo scientific jargon, the only word of which I picked up was
“Vibratory”- hey darling be careful how close behind me you stand I may do
something rash- er- that thought was directed at Riff not Dr Scott, in case you
were wondering out there. Continuing our commentary we have the boring bits in
the background that is miss Columbia looking truly stylish in baggy pyjamas and
funny ears and just behind her we have the Rocky- looking vaguely stylish in
more or less nothing. Right where I’m focused is the lovely Miss Magenta,
obviously the star of this show and her beloved sibling otherwise known as Riff
Raff. In control- or thinking he’s in control- digression here- the thing is
that everybody here thinks they have control of the situation. Dr Scott has
plans, the geeks must have some hunch as to what the hell’s going on by now.
Frank thinks they’re all wrong and he’s the only one who knows what he’s going-
but there’s a big surprise coming up for you Frankie- the only ones here who
know how this thing’s going to end are your loyal servants Riff Raff and Magenta
at your service. And then there’s Columbia, maybe her big moment will come in a
moment cause she sure ain’t got anything to do with this big scene. I have a
particular fetish for the Medusa machine actually- Zap! And then they’re turned
to stone! Love it! Zap again! And there goes the heroine! I’ll agree with the
earthlings at this point though- Frank is indeed a hot dog- not that that’s the
word I’d have used- oh no. At least hot dogs are edible and vaguely phallic if
you think about it hard enough. Did I say hard enough? Shut up you twisted girl!
I probably am deeply twisted somewhere, big deal! What did I say I must be
psychic! Go Columbia! Shriek! Yell! Burst our helpless eardrums! Can I zap her
Frank? Huh? Yay! I told you this machine gave me a buzz! If we knew how to play
violins there’d be a sarcastic screaming sound coming from our direction.
Frank’s going for the Oscars in tragedy! “And my children turn on me!” What is
he on? We haven’t even started to turn on him yet! You don’t know what it means
to be turned upon! That’s it I’ve had enough- screw control I’m going to freak
and shut him up! Watch out guys this stage is mine! “I grow weary of this
world!” This is certainly becoming true- hey get off my arm darling how can I
remain stressed and freaky when you’re doing that- uh- hem- “When she we return
to Transylvania- ha?” The “Ha” was purely for effect you understand, if you’re
going to make a statement make a statement! I daresay Frank’s saying something
now, but as I’m gazing behind me with yearning gaze No. 37 I don’t catch it, so
“I ask for nothing- master” Seems like an effective sentence. Okay, if I needed
anything else to tell me that Frank was a bastard and deserved to dies then “And
you shall receive it- in abundance!” was it. And off storms the self styled hero
of the piece. As though he were not only the big guy around here but a case for
sympathy. Well look me in the eyes- do you see them watering? Ha! I admit I am a
little pissed off though- nobody speaks to me like that! This whole place should
be ours anyway! Hold my hand and we’re half way there. Thank God my brother is
always here or I could go completely insane; okay so I go insane when he’s
around frequently, but somehow I prefer our own insanity. Our dance is persona,
close. All we get time for these days. Soon baby, soon. I’m fed up with waiting.
I want to return to the days when time really meant nothing. When all we had was
each other and our planet- when we didn’t have to be burdened with the lives of
those who are mere insects to us. I hate them for producing nothing but coldness
within me. For making me put on this show. For not letting me express my true
evil nature- for, shut up! Was that my mind or his? I hate it when he does that-
in the sense of hate that’s most like love of course. Everybody’s gone and we
can run off to prepare. Basically this means getting changed and listening to
Frank’s pretentious Floor Show until we can find just the right moment to
strike. Well obviously the first part is the most fun. Not that I can say I
particularly love Transsexual’s style of national dress- I wouldn’t wear it on
any other occasion than this believe me. But it’ll make an effect- that and I
allow myself to be dictated to by a member of the male species. The problem is
that whenever I try to hate him it ends up in bed. Oh well. I’m having shit
loads of trouble with this hairspray- oh thanks Riff- I’ll sort your hair out if
you sort mine. Don’t we look like a couple of twats? Ah, right. Grab the guns
and prepare for action! What do you mean I don’t get a gun? Oh I know we agreed
that he could kill Frank, because after all I get enough satisfaction our of
just watching them die. I dare say that’s sadistic to the worst extreme, but the
best part about this whole night has been watching them all destroy each other-
Eddie was the best, blood on ice, and Columbia screaming. Hmmm, okay so I’m
getting excited at the prospect of the near future that doesn’t mean you can
bite my neck- oh alright- hmm. Their music is appallingly mediocre, the dancing
even worse, although I must admit I’m marginally impressed by the change in dear
Janet- who would have thought it? And Brad- how did he manage to go all through
this night without really changing in the slightest? Rocky- no, there are some
“People” that just inspire no reaction whatsoever. And Columbia- I’m beginning
to realise how incredibly human that girl is. Maybe she should die too. What the
hell. Whatever will happen in the next few minutes will happen, I don’t give a
shit as long as it’s dramatic and we get this place back to ourselves ‘cos God
knows I’ve got an itch to scratch- see I respect Miss Weiss to the place where
I’m quoting her- maybe she can live. It all comes down to power in the end.
That’s behind everything we say and everything we do. Now we have power over all
the five lives in that room and they poor innocent things, thinking themselves
anything but innocent as they tumble into the swimming pool for a final orgy-
they know nothing. I can’t say I hold with orgies myself. Call me old fashioned-
although I can’t imagine anyone would but really you could almost say I stick to
the one true love thing. Okay, so my one true love is my brother which I imagine
is not only illegal, even on Transsexual- but also fairly twisted. But would
choice did I ever really have even if I’d wanted one which I don’t think I did?
But then I’ve never known anything else- but don’t start thinking that makes me
remotely innocent- only Riff and I know where we go at nights- ah- hem! It’s not
like I’ve ever had the option to turn to him with a “I just want to be friends”
“I don’t think this is working out” “I don’t think my family approve”- Ha!- even
if I’d wanted to. People would think sleeping with a friend is a problem- maybe
they should try being us for one minute. Not that I have hang ups, I don’t have
hang- ups. In fact it’s them in there that have them. This is a dream they’re
living when they say that what they’re doing is the opposite. They’re not “Being
it” at all. We’re the only ones who know what that means. But then we are
superior to them in every way. Not to mention we’re a force, the two of us, one
the will impress them, scare them- one that they with all their half hearted
relationships and loves could not possibly think to break apart. Their dancing
really is shit, but Frank looks so happy. Riff looks at me. I smile. He smiles.
I nod. We go, this is it guys! My brother’s beloved voice tears the air in two
“Frank N’ Furter, it’s all over/ your mission is a failure/ Your life style’s
too extreme.” Not that we have any problems with extreme lifestyle you
understand- we just prefer our nature of extremism to theirs. “I’m your new
commander/ you now are my prisoner.” Yes! The power! I was intended for this
moment- I know he gets the total limelight but it wouldn’t be the same without
me. “We return to Transylvania” At last, I’ve waited so long to hear those
words. The ecstasy of complete power and of dreams come true! “Prepare the
transit beam.” Are you talking to me? Maybe you should prepare your own transit
beam! But I could laugh. These are orders that I love to take. Maybe Frank will
come up with something amusing- he’s thinking about it, thinking, thinking- He’s
got it! “Wait!” he cries, but he is fallen, crushed, broken. We are judgement,
the end, his reckoning. Perhaps we too should be judged, as we are after all far
more evil than Frank. But no. Nothing can be crushed that comes as a
partnership. You see the difference between the two sides in this showdown
between my brother and frank is that nobody truly loves Frank. Oh dear, he wants
to explain. I wouldn’t have dreamed he’d come up- I’ll give him coming up!-
anything quite so dull! Doesn’t he even realise how much we’re humouring him?!
Doesn’t he know that we’re allowing him this epitaph he sings for himself out of
total malice? It’s like watching a spider try to run away on it’s last two legs,
knowing that it’s going to be squashed. Well he better hurry up because- excuse
m if I yawn- we just can’t wait to squash it. I’m sorry, I can’t help but voice
my contempt of that pathetic attempt- “How sentimental” Don’t look so hurt oh
fallen scum- I could do much worse, but I’ll leave that to my brother- “And also
presumptuous of you.” He’s so scared now, backing, trembling, cowering,
finished, destroyed, wrecked, cornered- And the there’s Riff and myself in
control, callous, cruel, cold, powerful, one entity, victorious already, deadpan
in the face of Frank’s despair- “You see, when I said we were to return to
Transylvania, I referred only to Magenta and myself.” Yep, still turns me on
when he says me name! Down girl! “You were to remain here- in spirit anyway.”
Then there’s the earthlings, shocked out of their dream, cowering, apprehensive
and unsure- so human again in other words- “My god that’s a laser.” I still
think I should have got one too. Riff’s great when he does unemotional though-
“Yes Dr Scott- a laser capable of emitting a beam of pure anti matter.” He could
just as well be saying yes I do believe it is a jam doughnut. By the way when I
though it’s great when he’s unemotional- that doesn’t mean that emotional
wouldn’t be completely perfect either. LATER! What’s Frank’s crime? Don’t you
get it? There doesn’t have to be a total crime- how about he’s a bastard and we
hate his guts?! So I’m in insensitive bitch mode- I’m a victim of circumstance,
as soon as Frank is gone all impediments to my being a completely sensitive and
wonderful person will be gone! So I can continue being a bitch with no excuse.
What a wonderful sexy cliché- well sexy coming from who it comes from that is-
“Now Frank N’ Furter your time is up. Say goodbye to all of this, and hello to
oblivion!” Shoot out! Shoot out! yes I suppose guns do make phallic symbols! And
believe me if anybody ever said that large guns was making up for other areas
they were dead wrong- I’m not sure that anyone did ever say that anyway. Maybe I
just have a phallic symbol obsession. How did Isis ever live when she found out
that Osiris was remade somewhat- incomplete, shall we say? Anyway. I knew
Columbia was far too human. What was she thinking screaming like that? That she
could die in Frank’s place? Well she’s certainly welcome to die! Strange, I once
almost thought I could like her. Poor Frank- and insensitive- a death falling
from a curtain rail is really very inelegant and ruins the dramatic stylish
death scene I was hoping for. Oh no maybe Rocky can pull one together. Frown. I
didn’t realise the rock had feelings. Don’t think it bothers me to see him being
killed. And this is elegant after all- climbing the Eiffel tower substitute!
Chased by my own beloved maniac with a gun! And down he falls with a splash-
literally- of true screen drama- even if it does take the piss. There is perfect
silence. We both know that we want to laugh but that would completely ruin the
effect. Have to make a show. Of course it’s the Brad that doesn’t realise this
and breaks the silence. Look shut up humans this is our moment in the limelight-
so I’ll put forward a lie that allows Riff the chance- “But I thought you liked
them- they liked you.” Of course I didn’t think any such thing- but we couldn’t
possibly reveal our true natures in front of these people could we? Or at least
if we can it’s only those aspects that are bitter evil, and twisted- that is
ninety per cent of what we are. He takes advantage of the acting opportunity
beautifully- “THEY DIDN’T LIKE ME! THEY NEVER LIKED ME!” Er, I think you may
have over acted a bit there. So let’s make up by advancing threateningly on they
of such insignificance that cower in the corner where they belong. “Dr Scott- I
am sorry about your nephew.” Of course, neither of us gave a shit about Eddie,
but it helps to be charming now and then. Time to get rid of the waste of space
I think- “You should leave now, we are about to beam this entire house back to
the planet of-” Giving me that truly seductive smile- “Transsexual, in the
galaxy of Transylvania.” He’s so cute when he whispers! “Go- now!” They’re gone
they’re gone they’re gone! Now we’re alone and can laugh to great effect among
the dead bodies of our enemies. We have won! This is where it turns out we have
sensitive sides after all- yeah right. “Our noble mission is almost completed my
most-” -snarl- “Beautiful sister.” I’d look a whole lot better without these
vile clothes hey there’s an idea! And-um- mind what you do with your hand it’ll
take the make-up off! Oh never mind. Sigh. “Soon we shall return to the moon
drenched shores of our beloved planet.” Look, it’s not like you need to do
seductive tone on me. Not that I mind of course. Still moon drenched shores is
good- a typical romantic cliché from those who are really not in a position to
be romantic. Oh goody, can I have some lime light? Seems so. Let me wax lyrical
for a bit- please? I’ve been more or less silent for far too long- I want to
sing, dance, scream- but definitely scream before the night is out. Here I go
then- “Sweet Transsexual! Land of night-” He’s leering at me again! Don’t do
that you’ll make me loose concentration! “To sing and dance once more to your
dark refrain- to take that- step to the right!” “HA!” I love it when we talk in
unison, it reminds me just how abnormally close we are. And always have been.
Taking that step to the right, since I can remember. Always doing our own dance
to other’s people’s tune and manipulating others into our own. “But it’s the
pelvic thrust!” hey don’t do that thrust quite so vigorously or my control is
going to drain altogether- “That really gets you insane!” Insane is definitely
what we’re going- oh- grrrr. In return for not getting to kill Frank I do at
least get the last word- “ON OUR WORLD! WE’LL DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!!” That’s
how it ends, in a victorious dance, in passion, ecstasy and ultimate fulfilment-
before I go to far- I think now is the time to- blackout! And laugh, laugh into
insanity!!!!! “HA HA HA!!!!”
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