The First Kiss of Madness (The Rocky Horror Picture Show fan fiction)

Chapter Eleven: Bad Choices

Emma

The silence was louder than the gunshot. 

I just stood there with the gun in my hands still pointed towards the now dead Drake. I curiously and blankly watched the blood pool on the ground. I don’t know where exactly I shot him, all I knew is that I killed him.

I killed a man.

But I felt no remorse.

Warren was laying on the ground and I started to turn towards him to shoot him too. I didn’t need him running off and getting me incarcerated. I aimed the gun at his heart. I wanted him to feel it I the worst way. But right before I could take a shot, the gun was no longer in my hands. I was so focused and dazed, I had forgotten that Frank was there with me, and witnessed the murder. 

“No. Emma.” He didn’t look mad or upset. In fact, he looked a bit amused. I then realized what I had actually done and where we were. Then I thought about Emilia, and Magenta, and Columbia, and Riff-Raff inside the castle. Had they heard the gunshot? I didn’t give a shit.

“Frank, it had to be done.”

“Don’t worry about it. Now we know that these bastards won’t be bothering us anymore.”

“What about him?” I gestured towards Warren who was still lying on the ground, terrified for his life. I began to laugh.

“Emma?”

“Isn’t it funny,” I walked towards Warren, “how you can rape and kill innocent women, maybe even kill men, but you can hardly breathe when someone holds a gun in your face? A real murderer shows no fear or remorse. But then you’re the submissive one aren’t you? It was Drake who controlled and dictated everything, wasn’t it? Yeah, he was. Ssh, go ahead say it, nod, anything. Don’t be afraid.” I kneeled next to him.

He nodded stiffly, and tried to squirm away from me.

“Now, now, Warren. Show a little backbone. I mean, I just killed a man for the first time in my life. And I feel nothing. Must be the blood.” I shrugged and he just looked at me. I heard Frank N Furter chuckle behind me. I stroked my hand down his torso, and back to his face. I caressed it for a moment, and smiled. His eyes went blank with terror. “Now what do we do with you? We cant keep you alive because you know too much and saw the murder. Do we keep you as a servant, or should we just get rid of you too?”

“Isn’t that a little barbaric, Emma?” Emilia’s voice pierced my dark words sharply. I looked up at her with instant sorrow in my eyes. 

“Emilia…” 

“Don’t say anything to me.” She was disgusted and repulsed. She looked me with madness in her eyes and walked away. She also managed to slam the door when she went inside. 

“Frank, I have to go…” 

“It’s okay, I’ll take care him.”

I ran after Emilia, tracing her thoughts to find her. I knew I was going to have to do some explaining on my behalf.

I found her in the laboratory. She was holding a vile of blood.

I didn’t say anything. What could I say? I jus walked over to her and looked at the blood she was holding. 

“You killed him didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“He could’ve killed you or me.”

“I understand that you were protecting me, but Emma murder is a capitol offense.”

“What they don’t know can’t hurt them.”

“Emma!”

“Sorry.”

“What do we do now?”

“We go on living, and embrace our new lives.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No.”

She just nodded her head. “I’m not mad at you, just worried for you.”

“You’re like my sister, Emilia. How could I just standby and let him live?”

“I know, and I would’ve done the same. It’s strange because if we had done it before we became Transylvanians, we wouldn’t be able to function.”

“Well, then, it’s a blessing isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Good.” She placed the vile down on the table, and picked up another. 

“What do you suppose this is?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” She placed it down, and shrugged. “Hey, you hungry?”

“Actually I’m starving.”

“Lets get something to eat.”

“Okie dokie.”

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Frank N Furter

Emma had looked frenzy after she shot Drake. There was a bloodlust in her eyes, and desire in her soul to finish off Warren. I felt instant satisfaction because my experiment worked; she is true Transylvanian. And if it worked in her, it most definitely worked in Emilia.

I had gotten Riff-Raff and Magenta to dispose of the dead man’s body, and had Warren brought up to my lab. I wanted to try some stuff on him. I wondered what I could possibly make this man. A slave? A servant? A statue? Could I kill him and bring him back to life? Oh I’m kidding… maybe.

I strapped his limbs to the table, and he was moaning and protesting.

“Ssh, Warren. Don’t get loud and rowdy now. I just want to use you to see what I’m really capable of.” I gave him my sinister evil grin, and he began screaming.

I slapped him and told him to shut up. There’s so many options as to what I could do to him. I could just simply erase his memory, but that never lasts long. Memories always find a way into the mind but not fully. Most just past the feelings off as deja-vu. I couldn’t risk it.

But now I have all night to play with my newest toy, and I was beyond excited!

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Columbia

Things weren’t the same anymore in the castle. Everything was changing. Frank N Furter was always changing and playing games, but these new twins were something. They didn’t fit the atmosphere, but now that they’re Transylvanians I’m really nothing. I felt like crying.

I didn’t want to be here any longer. I decided to go out for the night. After hearing the gunshot, it was all too much for me.

I went into town, and explored a couple of clubs and hang outs, but my whole world changed when I found Eddie.

He was sitting outside a bar in jeans and a leather jacket. He was sitting on his motorcycle when he asked m if I wanted a ride. I felt something inside of me that was screaming yes. Suddenly, I felt wanted.

***Hope this chapter was satisfying! Please stayed tuned for chapter twelve, and keep reading! And if you're wondering why I put Columbia in at the end, it's to purposely through off the chapter lol. I figured we needed something like that.****