(Hello Fan Fiction and all my fellow readers! Silverwolf626 back with yet another wild story! A couple weekends ago, my mom introduced me to the CD of Wicked and I instantly fell in love with it! Thanks to multiple Youtube clips and the book by Gregory Maguire, plus a little imagination of my own, I decided to write my own story of what happened after the musical. And just in time for Halloween!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. If I did, I'd be seeing it every weekend!)
And Goodness knows
The Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone
It just shows when you're Wicked
You're left only
On your own
- Glinda in No One Mourns The Wicked
The man sprinted across the dark streets, his feet pounding on the cobbled stones. Coming to a corner his feet slid as he made a tight turn and hurried down a tight alley with a burst of speed.
Yellow light pooled about the sidewalk and the man slowed to a stiff walk as a magnificent castle loomed high above him. But the grand sight of the castle did not awe him. Slowly, the man reached out a hand and ran it across the smooth emerald surface of the castle wall until he found what he wanted, and pushed. With a light click, a door opened into the wall and the man stepped through, pausing as the door slammed shut behind him.
Cloth rustled beside him and he turned his head to see a tall man dressed in the green and gold uniform of the Emerald City guards.
"Do you have it?"
The man shook his head and the guard sighed heavily, his voice like a growl. "She will not be pleased with you Tosh."
"It's Tock!" the man snarled, keeping his face hidden in the shadows. "And she will have to wait. Retrieving something as powerful as that is a slow process that cannot be rushed!"
The guard snorted and switched the torch he was holding in his right hand to his left. "You will have to report that to her yourself," the guard turned to hide his smirk. "Though I doubt you'll have a good reaction."
Tock glared at the guard's back. "Just take me to her."
With a shrug, the guard led the man down a long hallway carved out of stone. Despite the fact the hall was well secured, it was cold and a slight chill shivered down Tock's back. Grabbing the edges of his coat Tock pulled it tighter around him as he was led through the hall until the guard reached a heavy wooden door. With a rattle of keys, the guard unlocked the door and it opened.
The two men stepped through the doorway and into another hall filled with cells. Tock gazed warily at the cells as he followed the guard to yet another door, but this one was guarded by a large brawny man who glared at the men.
"The prisoner has a visitor." Tock's escort stated matter-of-factly to the guard.
The lock clicked and the door swung open to reveal a large room with most of its space taken up by a massive cell. Tock stepped into the room and jumped as the door behind him closed with a slam. Fighting back his fear, Tock stared at the cell and, taking a deep breath, stepped up to the thick iron bars.
"You took your time." A deep voice said from the shadows.
Tock sighed, knowing this would not be easy. "I know, but it was not that simple. I barely made it out in one piece."
"Heh," the voice grunted. "Then I take it you failed to retrieve what I desire?" When Tock failed to answer, the voice sighed. "You told me it would be a simple job. If it was so simple, then why do you not have it?"
Despite the calm tone, Tock knew he was treading on thin ice. "It…it was not as how I remembered it. Seems like they up-ed the ante for security since I last was there."
Something stirred in the shadows and a figure rose, tall and vaguely feminine. "Are you saying that I should find another to do the job?"
"No!" Tock shouted, his voice edging desperation. "I can do it! It will just take a little more time." He scooted closer to the bars, glad that they stood between him and his employer. "But I can retrieve the book."
The figure nodded. "See that you do. If I wish to have my revenge correctly, then I will need the book to do it." Shadows shifted and the figure moved to the bars, causing Tock to step back into a faint beam of moonlight that drifted in through a barred window. The silver light fell on the prisoner's face, revealing the large fish-like face of a woman dressed in a dark green outfit trimmed in gold.
Madame Morrible grinned wickedly at the trembling man and gripped the bars of her cell. "That bubbly little goody-two shoes will regret the day she locked me away when I show her what it is like to be placed in captivity!"
(So, there you go, I hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for the shortness of the prologue, but I promise chapter 1 will be longer. Please review, and I will see you in the first chapter, which will come soon!
Happy Halloween!)