Angel: Well, here it is! And I'd like to thank MJ-Skywalker personally for this lovely idea… Never thought the Closet fic would get a sequel, but it's here! We both hope you like it!
MJ: I would just like to say that this is awesome that I get the honor of writing with such a wonderful authoress!
Elphie: And… I guess I could say that I enjoyed this… somewhat. But it's not like I care, or anything!Erik: (hides under couch).
All: Enjoy!
1. REVENGE IS A SWEET THING
XxXxX Mara Jade's Home XxXxX
Elphie's POV
Hours of peace and quiet were a rare treasure that I seemed to never receive since moving in with my good friend Mara Jade, a trained assassin turned Jedi Master, especially in the form of many serene hours at a time. I'd revelled in the silence for three hours now, reading Timeline and twirling a strand of black wavy hair absently around a long, slender finger on my right hand.
For the most part, I am very unique by the standards of any society here. I am from the land of Oz, for one. And probably the most vibrant detail about me is that my skin is green. This prevents me from venturing out into public, and never mind that back in Oz I was deemed a Wicked Witch and was now on the run. My name, by the way, is Elphaba Thropp, and my title, if you want the full glory of it, is the Wicked Witch of the West, though I am neither truly wicked nor of the West.
Anyway…
"Elphie!" A door slammed somewhere on the edge of my consciousness. "Elphie, are you home? Elphie!"
Drat it all. I'd managed to read three-fourths of the book already. She had to get home now, of all times! "Not all of us can go making out with our latest lovesick puppies in public, now can we?" I muttered, laying the book aside and trudging downstairs. "Yes, MJ!"
I prepared myself as I sat down on the couch in the living room to listen to another happy ramble about her latest boyfriend. I didn't actually listen anymore, of course; Seth wasn't all that impressive. My mind drifted off in thought of my last attempt at magic instead. It had been an attempt to help my dear friend, the Opera Ghost, escape a locked closet full of rabid phangirls. Of course, that had landed Dracula stuck in a wall, not that anyone cared or anything.
Now that I thought about it, I rather like Erik better than any person I'd met outside of Oz. He knew what it was like to live with a demeaning birth defect visible to the naked eye, be betrayed, and be alone. He and I weren't so different.
"I won't stare at your green skin if you promise not to stare at my rather unsightly facial deformity," he had once told me. And, truth be told, with him having only half a marred visage, the other half compensated for what the former lacked.
"And then, he…" MJ continued on, oblivious to the fact that I had tuned out ten minutes ago. "Elphie!" she sighed dreamily. "Oh, Elphie! Seth asked me to marry him!"
"What?" I stood, totally caught off guard.
"Yeah! Isn't it great?"
"No!"
Fiyero… That's the one person that I didn't want to remember… but mention of marriage made me do so. MJ knew this, and although she meant well, she should have known not to mention the subject around me. I stormed off to my room, slamming and locking the door. I also soundproofed it so that I wouldn't be able to hear MJ scrambling to apologize.
"I can't take this!" I yelled in frustration. Things on my desk started to rattle – a result of my upset – and I realized that I should calm down. Objects tended to break apart or explode when I was in a mood like this, and I was rather fond of my objects.
That's when I remembered that I had finally found a successful way to return to Oz before that one escape attempt. I could take out my frustration and anger on unsuspecting Ozians! A book on my desk caught my eye, one with a picture of a certain familiar figure in a white half-mask. I smiled, thinking, "I don't necessarily have to return to cause chaos by myself…"
I grabbed a pen and took a seat, writing out a letter to a dear friend of mine. When I finished, I sealed it in an envelope and grabbed my favorite beaded black dress out of the closet, changing into it. Then, I fixed my hat on my head, grabbed my broom, and said a spell that would teleport me to a place where Erik was sure to receive the letter.
XxXxX Angel's closet XxXxX
Three seconds later, I had been transported to my destination. I found it, after careful observation, to be empty. I made my way to Erik's organ, surveying it. It was covered by stacks of paper filled with music notes. I looked at the letter in my hand and then at the surprisingly empty music stand. He was sure to see it there. I placed it in the middle, the front side – on which I had scrawled Erik in my best handwriting – facing outward. Relying on the fact that he would recognize my handwriting and instantly pick it up, I backed away, taking a breath. I'd done it.
I stayed where I was, for a moment saddened that I probably wouldn't see Erik today. I had to scold myself for the thought; emotional attachments had always proved to be costly for me and the person on the other end.
Suddenly, I heard someone coming. I had no time to leave, so I desperately looked around for a good hiding place. I spotted a mirror and grinned. Two could play at the mirror game. I dashed over to it, sliding it back and hiding behind it, concealing my reflection.
Erik's POVI stalked back to my closet, scowling all the way. Angel had just forced me to watch another crappy Gerard Butler movie with her… Tomb Raider this time. Her fixation with the Scottish actor was definitely bordering on obsession!
I suppose I could have refused to watch the movie with her, but she had bribed me with popcorn… extra butter… How was I supposed to refuse? I suppose it was worth two hours of watching Angel drool over 'Gerry,' as she called him. Besides, sometimes it was nice to get out of the musty old closet. Sometimes it got lonely in there. But of course, I would never admit such a thing.
I plopped down onto my couch with a sigh. Picking up the remote, I turned on the tube and started flicking. Ah, Saw was on the SCREAM channel. Now there was some good wholesome family entertainment!
I watched for a bit, then a commercial break came on. Man, I hated it when they broke off just before a really good part!
Well, time to go work on the latest opera…
I got up from the couch and went over to my organ. I had found that commercial breaks were always best spent composing… It gave me something to do while I waited for the show to come back on.
I grabbed a stack of parchment and went to set it on my music stand… that's when I noticed an envelope… It had my name on it…
Odd… I was the one who normally sent notes to people…
I recognized the writing, though… A certain green friend of mine was behind this…
I put the parchment down and picked up the note. I opened it and read…
Dearest Opera Ghost,
Hello again. I feel that I should apologize about the failed escape attempt. I'm sorry that it didn't go so well as I'd planned. I'd been sure that it was going to work, too! Ah well, at least I had the foresight to not use you as a test subject. And don't let these phans make you miserable, either – they're all drama queens. Even MJ is one though she won't admit it, Jedi Knight or not.
I did, however, have an idea as to something that might lift your spirits. How would you like to join me on my return journey back to Oz? We could create some very interesting chaos there together. I know this spell will work. I'll leave on the 20th of May, so that will give you a few days to consider my proposition. If I don't hear from you that day by noon, however, I shall leave without you, though it would be a lonely journey without company such as yourself. I'll make it somehow, I suppose.
I hope that you're… all right. Yes, all right, that's it. Life here with MJ isn't the greatest. She's always gone out with her latest boyfriend or rambling about him to me. As crazy as it sounds, I'm rather ready to return to Oz.
Your most not-so-humble Wicked Witch of the West,
Elphie
What the flip! What on earth was she talking about? Failed escape attempt? I appreciated Elphie as a very intelligent witch, but it appeared that she had lost her mind! Though, living with one such as MJ, I couldn't exactly blame her… Hell, life with Angel was enough to drive me into madness…
Return to Oz, eh? After what Elphie had told me about the locals, I hadn't had much desire to ever meet any of them. They would most definitely all prove to be judgemental and cold, just like the people from my world. But then again, Elphie sounded like she had some naughty plans in store for the Ozians… I smirked. If Elphie was good at anything, it was causing chaos. What fun it could be, me and her… The people of Oz would learn that we misfits are best not to be tampered with…
Revenge was a sweet thing…
I heard someone entering my domain, and hastily stashed the letter under a stack of music. Those light, all-too-cheerful footsteps could only belong to one person…
"Hi, Erik!" Angel said in a singsong voice as she entered the room. She went over to the couch and sat in front of the TV. My movie had just come back on…
"Saw?" Angel made a face. "Ew. Gross! I hated that movie!" She picked up the remote and changed the channel. "Ah… the playoffs… No! Montreal's losing! You retards! What's wrong with you? Je vous déteste! You hear me?" She began jumping up and down on the couch. "Defence! Defence!"
"Can I please watch my show?" I said, forcing myself to be civil.
"Wait!" Angel held up a hand. "They might have a chance during third period… That is, if the offence would stop running around like a bunch of figure skaters! C'mon coach! Lay into 'em! Let 'em have it!"
I growled. This girl got on my nerves more than anyone…
A malicious thought entered my mind at that time… I was a ventriloquist… It was time to put my talents to use.
"Oh, sweetie-girl!" I mimicked her boyfriend's voice perfectly, making it sound like it was coming from the secret entrance of the closet.
"Oh!" Angel squealed, her game forgotten. "I'm coming, honey!" She was gone in a heartbeat.
I turned off the TV and took Elphie's letter from its hiding place…
"I could certainly use a vacation," I sighed. "Causing chaos in Oz sounds like a nice getaway… Man, Elphie, I wish you were here right now…"
A startling cackle echoed in the room. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Well, it seems the depressed grow more depressed…" a voice said.
I whirled around. It was a very familiar voice. Near my organ stood a full-length mirror. A figure slowly appeared in the glass. I cautiously approached it. Suddenly, a green face appeared before my eyes.
Elphie grinned cheekily at me, waving a certainly smug little wave. "While the green just get greener…"
XxXxX
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