i'm going home.

We're Going Home.

[Y/N]
      The show— Oh that show was just beautiful. But... Now I'm scared and confused. The door flung open behind me, so I whipped myself around to see— RIFFRAFF AND MAGENTA?!
      They weren't wearing their normal clothing. They wore padded, revealing, shiny, clothes now. Riffraff's hair was in an odd ponytail-sort thing. Magenta's looked like the Bride of Frankenstein... Absolutely gorgeous. They stood at the end of the red carpet, still in the now foggy doorframe. Riffraff held a strange device in his hand— it was made of metal and looked like a misshapen pitchfork. Riffraff sang a small section of a song, that revealed what was going to happen to Frank next. Here's how it went...
"
     Frank n Furter, it's all over. Your mission is a failure— your lifestyle's too extreme, I'm your new commander, you are now my prisoner, WE return to Transylvania. Prepare the transmit beam.
                                                                               "
      With that, Frank Told them that he could explain. I backed into one of the chairs and stood next to it. Frank began to explain how leaving his home planet affected him.. I simply don't think he realized It not only affected himself, but the people around him too. He walked down the aisle until he reached Riffraff and Magenta. Magenta gave a sarcastic clap when he finished, adding in a, "How sentimental.."
       Unfortunately, that wasn't going to convince them. They began backing him into the stage, getting ready to kill them. I was frozen in shock. Looks like someone else, Columbia was too. When she realized they were going to kill Frank, she screamed. Not quite an Eddie scream, but pretty close. Then Riffraff pointed the weird pitchfork at her— and with a strange sound, she dropped dead. Red beams of lightning came from the gun— and that's when I realized I would have to see that very thing happen to the person I love.
      I had remembered the events leading up to this point. Those cold Denton evenings I almost forgot. The beautiful wedding we witnessed before this. I began to cry. Not the loud, ugly kind of cry. Silent, painful, just letting tears fall. It felt as if The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel were playing in the background this whole time. I whispered "No," Under my breath about a million times. The worst thing I feared came true. Frank began to climb a stage rope... And Riffraff shot him using the laser. My body felt numb, and It turned into that ugly cry. I felt like a little kid.
     I ran over to the now falling curtain, over top of his dead body. Janet, Brad, and Rocky stood there, watching me sob. I uncovered his body, blood pouring from his forehead. His eyes, rolled back till only the whites showed. He was gone. Slipped away from me. The one person I learned to love in one night was dead in the blink of an eye. I held him in my arms, using one arm to support his head, the other, his lower back.
      I began to yell out things I hardly remember. Lots of "No" and "you've killed him".
     I kissed his dead lips as the temperature slipped from Frank's lifeless body. The blood was all over my hands now, and on my clothes. I put my hands to my face at one point, so there was blood on my face too. After the wave of shock and devastation rushed over me, another familiar feeling came. Anger. I let him down slowly, the worst feeling ever.
      While Riffraff was vulnerable, I lunged at him and took the gun. While aiming it at him and Magenta, through heavy tears and a shaky voice, I yelled out, "GO! THE TWO OF YOU!! YOU'VE KILLED THE PERSON I'VE LOVED MOST MY WHOLE LIFE. YOU KILLED ME. GO BACK TO WHATEVER PLANET YOU'VE COME FROM."
      Riffraff stepped closer, and so my fingers moved closer to the trigger. "You... don't have to do this... you see... he killed magenta and i... long before you... rolled in."
     But I simply yelled back, "BUT I LOVED HIM. YOU DIDN'T. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. THE BLOOD YOU SEE ON MY HANDS AND FACE AND CLOTHES ARE YOU. NOT ME. LEAVE. GO!"
      They glanced at each other and blinked slowly, and that was it. They faded away like some sort of film projection. I threw the gun in the pool, destroying it, and fell on my knees. Janet and Brad simply walked over. They didn't do anything. But I did. I went over to Frank to make sure he wasn't still breathing. Unfortunately, he wasn't. I don't even know why I checked. Of course he was dead. I just screamed "No" more and more.
      All of those memories from this past night have felt so fragile. I didn't know what I was doing. I just looked up at Janet. My hair was falling out, and my makeup was ruined. My clothes were too. Brad suddenly said something... "Y/N." He suddenly was on his knees too, hugging me. I leaned into him saying, "Brad... I'm so sorry for what I said earlier.. He's gone." What I would give for one last kiss from Frank. One last grumbly word. One last glimpse of those lively eyes, of which were now...

                                   Lifeless?