A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews and encouraging comments you've made! However, I'm sorry to say it but I don't think this is going to go on for much longer so you'll just have to look out for my other stories! hint hint lol but all the same, hope you enjoy it while it lasts.
"Get your dirty paws off of me!"
"…suspected double homicide…"
"…Hotel Cicero…"
"They come to see a sister act!"
"Cya around… Toots."
The echoey words bounced off the damp grey walls. They resounded around the room, filling Velma's ears with noise. Even the words had voices. Soft, whispery voices that could barely be heard but still had the same effect as if they had been shouted. And yet she stared ahead unblinkingly, her brown eyes drinking in the darkness and shooting out the light.
"You can't do it alone..."
"We're here to ask you a few questions…"
"…where's Veronica?"
"Keep the change."
"I can do it alone..."
She wasn't perched on the edge of a piano, sliding her body along its gleaming surface. No. She was teetering on the edge of a dull, depressing single bed, the grey wool scratching her revealed bare legs. Her body was stable…it was her mind that was tipping over the edge…
"Mama Morton will see you now." Stated the voice, its cold edge slicing through her thoughts.
That's right she was on murderers' row, and ready to dance the cellblock tango with the others.
As she stepped out onto the steel suspended walkway, she looked back into the cell, her hushed, disturbed eyes fixed on the moonlit window.
"I can do it alone…"