A/N: Whoa sorry I have taken like months to update lol. You know what it's like; essays, homework and other stuff. Not enough time in the day I say lol. Btw is anybody doing this 'j8' competition for the G8 summit? If you are I'd be really interested to see how you're doing because I'm doing it too! Well here it is, at very long last… but I have to warn you it is a short one…
"Why hello there Velma." purred a voice from the edge of the cell.
"What? Oh hey there Roxie…" sighed Velma returning to her notebook. She'd been working on this dance routine all day and she still couldn't get it just right. I mean the song fitted the music, but something was missing…
"So, whatcha' doin'?" came the voice again as it glided its way across the dank room.
"Well...I've been trying to do this new show, y'know for when I get out? So anyways, I just can't seem to get it right," Velma scowled in frustration and scrunched her paper into a ball before proceeding to throw it next to the pile of similar crumpled white balls of paper. "What are you doing here anyway?" she said turning to face Roxie, a slight shudder still passing through her as she focused on the pastel shades of her make-up. Eventually all the girls had gotten used to the new Roxie but it still scared the bejeezuz out of some people.
"I just thought I'd come cheer you up! You see I'd heard you'd been having some trouble with your new act and I was wondering if I could help." enthused Roxie plonking herself down on the bed next to Velma and leaning against the older woman's shoulder, her eyes glistening with excitement as she looked into Velma's weary face.
Velma shook the blonde off quickly and walked over to the sink to fix her hair, saying:
"How could you help me? I mean, no offence kid, but you aren't exactly the vaudeville type." scoffed Velma taking in Roxie's prudish reflection from her rather dull mirror.
"Yes, but…," hummed Roxie, her lithe arms suddenly wrapping themselves around Velma's waist. "Even so I do know a few things and I'd be happy to show you them."
Velma glanced at Roxie's suggestive face in the mirror and considered the proposal; 'let me fuck the dance up…or let her fuck it up for me…hmm…. decisions, decisions. And anyway it might be funny to see lil Miss Prim here try and dance.'
"Ok then Roxie. I'll let you help me. But I think we'll need to find somewhere bigger than this dingy cell to practice…" Velma trailed off looking around the room and the lack of space.
"Really? You'll let me help! Gosh! Ooooh I know just the perfect room, plenty o' room and everything…" squealed Roxie, grabbing Velma's hand and dragging her out into the corridor.
She continued to babble all the way along the corridor, her heels lightly clicking on the concrete floor in time to Velma's and her face the picture of childish excitement-her halo of blonde hair setting it off to a tee. A brown door came into view and Roxie licked her lips suggestively, her eyes widening as she opened the door.
"Well here we are..."
Velma was pushed roughly inside and she blinked for a second or two before her instincts kicked in and she began to run back towards the door, but it was too late; 'the little bitch has locked it!' screamed Velma's head as she wrestled with the door knob.
Tap
Velma span around at the sound and backed up against the door, her hand still desperately trying to open the handle.
Tap Tap
Her eyes widened and her breathing grew quicker as she scanned the dim, hazy room. She could sense something was there….something evil…
Tap Tap Tap
Velma gasped at the sight that appeared from the smoke screen, her face somewhat resembling that of the face from the painting 'The Scream'. She'd been right on the evilness…the thing before could only be described as pure, uncensored evil…
"Why hello my dear!" trilled the voice of Miss Sunshine…
