A/N: One thing before we begin: I've never seen this movie in full. I plan to, at some time, but so far I haven't. Therefore, any major errors in this tiny piece are mine, but don't be harsh :)
Pretty face. Pale. Make-up. Painted. Painted like me.
Icy porcelain hands reached up to touch, to stroke. Peachy powder rubbed off on contact.
Soft silky green, green dress. Warm skin, still warm. Glossy brown hair, perfect, tidy.
Tamara didn't even twitch as the Painted Doll's elegant fingertips glided over every inch of her body. Not a breath left her, nor did her eyelids flutter, for she was long dead.
Why won't she open her eyes?
Fingertip brushed eyelid, but nothing happened.
She's so pretty. Very, very pretty. Maybe he'll let me keep her.
Her eyes, brilliant orbs of unnatural blue, roved down from Tamara's face, journeying her neck and chest, landing on the perfectly positioned blade, forever buried in the centre of the girl's lifeless chest.
What's this?
Her ever-inquisitive china fingers dabbled in the too-bright blood that had leaked out and stained the pretty silk dress. It was still slightly warm to touch. She saw the knife and realised what it was and who had thrown it.
Poor thing. Did he sting you? That must hurt. I know.
The Painted Doll pressed her lips against the cold piece of metal in a soothing kiss.
There! Now you're better.
She turned away from Tamara's body for an instant, and in that instant forgot she had ever laid eyes upon her.
A/N 2: Okay, that was my awful thoughts on Prick! Goes the Scorpion's Tail. It was basically just a random plotbunny I had that wouldn't go away. Personally, I'm not fond of it, but hey, I want to know what you guys think! Leave any feedback, comments or suggestions in the reviews box as you leave. Much love!