Yes, I really did start another story. I can't believe it either. But I'm currently quite stumped on my other fics. I'm trying to get another chapter of Inertia.. written, so look for an update of that soon. But, for now, you'll just have to read this new little fic that I've cooked up. There are various spoilers in here, but nothing too specific. It's also a bit of an A.U. Anyway, hope you like it. See you at the bottom.
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"Marguerite!" Roxton shouted from the balcony. "Hurry up, the storm is almost here!"
Marguerite ignored him, focusing instead on gathering up all of the laundry she had left at the base of the treehouse to dry. It had taken her all afternoon to wash the clothes, and there was no way in hell she was going to let some stupid storm get them all dirty again. Besides, if the storm was going to be as bad as Challenger said it was, the clothes might not even be there after the storm passed through. Marguerite grabbed the last shirt off the line just as the rain was starting to fall. Holding the clothes tightly, she ran for the elevator.
"Marguerite!" Roxton shouted from above her urgently.
Then, without any warning, the ground tipped out from beneath her and the world went black.
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Marguerite sat up slowly, holding the back of her head. It felt like a mountain had fallen on her. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings.
"What the hell.." Marguerite trailed off. "What is this place?"
"Why, it's Oz, of course." A small little woman told her. The little woman was dressed all in green, and looked quite a lot like an elf.
"Oz?" Marguerite repeated.
"Oz." The little woman said with a smile. "Welcome."
"How can we ever thank you enough?" A little man, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, exclaimed.
"Thank me? Whatever for?" Marguerite asked, confused.
"Why, for killing the Wicked Witch of course." The little woman laughed.
"Killing the.." Marguerite shook her head. "I've gone insane. None of this is real."
"Oh, but it is." The man said, pointing to something behind Marguerite. "You smothered the witch."
Marguerite turned around and noticed two wicked looking feet, in striped stockings and ugly black shoes, sticking out from under her pile of clean clothing. Or, at least, clothing that had been clean a few moments ago.
"She was terrorizing our village," The woman explained. "When all of a sudden, the magical pieces of cloth fell from the sky. They strangled her, and smothered her. Burying the Wicked Witch until she could no longer breathe." The green woman smiled. "And them you fell from the sky as well, and we knew it was your doing."
"It's all right!" The little man shouted. "The witch is dead!"
Marguerite could only watch in shock as hundreds of little people of all ages poured out of the surrounding houses. They all seemed quite overjoyed at the fact that Marguerite's laundry had killed the Wicked Witch. They danced around her, their little voices raised in song.
"Ding, Dong, the witch is dead. Which old witch.. the Wicked Witch.."
Marguerite stood up, dazed.
"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on around here?!" She shouted. For she didn't like thinking that she had gone insane.
"What is going on indeed!" A evil voice echoed. The little people screamed in fright, and each ran off in search of someplace to hide. Marguerite turned around to face the voice.
"You've killed my sister!" A woman in a bubble exclaimed. It took Marguerite a moment to realize that it was the Voodoo priestess that had almost turned Roxton into a zombie.
"You shall pay for what you've done!" The voodoo priestess shrieked. The bubble exploded, leaving behind only the woman's fading voice. "I'll get you. And your little dog too.."
One by one, the little people came out from hiding.
"Oh, now you've done it." the woman who had first spoken to Marguerite said. "That was the Wicked Witch of the West, and she won't let you get away with killing her sister."
"Wicked Witch of the West?" Marguerite laughed. "Danielle was barely a decent Voodoo priestess. Besides, she was eaten by her zombies. And I don't have a dog."
"Look!" A little child exclaimed, pointing into the sky. "It's Veronica!"
All of the little people turned to see what the child was pointing at.
"Veronica!" They exclaimed with one voice.
Marguerite noticed a glowing golden sphere, making it's way towards them. It got steadily larger, until she could make out the faint outline of a woman. It wasn't long before the sphere had landed before her, disappearing and leaving only the woman behind.
"Veronica!" Marguerite exclaimed in relief, hugging her friend. "Thank God."
"Oh, Marguerite, you are in great danger." Veronica informed her.
"What are you talking about?" Marguerite asked. "And what are you wearing?"
Veronica, dressed in her white lace gown, shook her head.
"The Wicked Witch will not leave you be until she has gotten her revenge. You must escape while you are still able."
"Great. Tell me how to get out of this place, and I'll be more than happy to leave." Marguerite replied. "Maybe once we're back home, your mind will return."
"You will have to go and see the wizard." Veronica told the heiress. "He is the only one who can get you home again."
"Right.." Marguerite decided to play along. "And how do I find this wizard?"
"Why, you follow the yellow brick road of course!" One of the little people dressed in green exclaimed.
"Oh, of course." Marguerite agreed sarcastically.
"Go quickly, dear Marguerite." Veronica urged her. "But before you go, take these."
The jungle beauty, who now appeared to be a fairy of sorts, waved her wand. In a flash of bright, magical lights, Marguerite found herself wearing ruby red slippers.
"They shall make the walk easier." Veronica explained. "They are enchanted."
"Of course they are." Marguerite sighed. "Anything else?"
"Well, you mustn't forget your dog, of course." Veronica replied.
"But I don't have a.."
Before Marguerite could finish her sentence, a little terrier came running at her from the crowd of little people. It practically leapt into her arms, very happy to see the heiress.
"Now, be on your way quickly." Veronica urged her once more. "You must reach the wizard before the Wicked Witch catches you."
Veronica vanished in a flash of light, leaving Marguerite alone with the little dog, and the little people. The heiress sighed and decided that she might as well go along with everything, and see how this dream played itself out. The little people pointed her in the way of the yellow brick road and Marguerite was soon on her way. With the little dog trailing along behind her.
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Hehe, yes, odd isn't it? I'm sure you all know the story of the Wizard of Oz. Well, now it's just got that TLW twist to it. Hey, anything is possible on that plateau, right? So, what do you think? I'm hoping to have another chapter posted by Thursday, but we'll see what happens. In the mean time, review and let me know what you think so far.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
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"Marguerite!" Roxton shouted from the balcony. "Hurry up, the storm is almost here!"
Marguerite ignored him, focusing instead on gathering up all of the laundry she had left at the base of the treehouse to dry. It had taken her all afternoon to wash the clothes, and there was no way in hell she was going to let some stupid storm get them all dirty again. Besides, if the storm was going to be as bad as Challenger said it was, the clothes might not even be there after the storm passed through. Marguerite grabbed the last shirt off the line just as the rain was starting to fall. Holding the clothes tightly, she ran for the elevator.
"Marguerite!" Roxton shouted from above her urgently.
Then, without any warning, the ground tipped out from beneath her and the world went black.
~*~*~*~
Marguerite sat up slowly, holding the back of her head. It felt like a mountain had fallen on her. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings.
"What the hell.." Marguerite trailed off. "What is this place?"
"Why, it's Oz, of course." A small little woman told her. The little woman was dressed all in green, and looked quite a lot like an elf.
"Oz?" Marguerite repeated.
"Oz." The little woman said with a smile. "Welcome."
"How can we ever thank you enough?" A little man, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, exclaimed.
"Thank me? Whatever for?" Marguerite asked, confused.
"Why, for killing the Wicked Witch of course." The little woman laughed.
"Killing the.." Marguerite shook her head. "I've gone insane. None of this is real."
"Oh, but it is." The man said, pointing to something behind Marguerite. "You smothered the witch."
Marguerite turned around and noticed two wicked looking feet, in striped stockings and ugly black shoes, sticking out from under her pile of clean clothing. Or, at least, clothing that had been clean a few moments ago.
"She was terrorizing our village," The woman explained. "When all of a sudden, the magical pieces of cloth fell from the sky. They strangled her, and smothered her. Burying the Wicked Witch until she could no longer breathe." The green woman smiled. "And them you fell from the sky as well, and we knew it was your doing."
"It's all right!" The little man shouted. "The witch is dead!"
Marguerite could only watch in shock as hundreds of little people of all ages poured out of the surrounding houses. They all seemed quite overjoyed at the fact that Marguerite's laundry had killed the Wicked Witch. They danced around her, their little voices raised in song.
"Ding, Dong, the witch is dead. Which old witch.. the Wicked Witch.."
Marguerite stood up, dazed.
"Will someone tell me what the hell is going on around here?!" She shouted. For she didn't like thinking that she had gone insane.
"What is going on indeed!" A evil voice echoed. The little people screamed in fright, and each ran off in search of someplace to hide. Marguerite turned around to face the voice.
"You've killed my sister!" A woman in a bubble exclaimed. It took Marguerite a moment to realize that it was the Voodoo priestess that had almost turned Roxton into a zombie.
"You shall pay for what you've done!" The voodoo priestess shrieked. The bubble exploded, leaving behind only the woman's fading voice. "I'll get you. And your little dog too.."
One by one, the little people came out from hiding.
"Oh, now you've done it." the woman who had first spoken to Marguerite said. "That was the Wicked Witch of the West, and she won't let you get away with killing her sister."
"Wicked Witch of the West?" Marguerite laughed. "Danielle was barely a decent Voodoo priestess. Besides, she was eaten by her zombies. And I don't have a dog."
"Look!" A little child exclaimed, pointing into the sky. "It's Veronica!"
All of the little people turned to see what the child was pointing at.
"Veronica!" They exclaimed with one voice.
Marguerite noticed a glowing golden sphere, making it's way towards them. It got steadily larger, until she could make out the faint outline of a woman. It wasn't long before the sphere had landed before her, disappearing and leaving only the woman behind.
"Veronica!" Marguerite exclaimed in relief, hugging her friend. "Thank God."
"Oh, Marguerite, you are in great danger." Veronica informed her.
"What are you talking about?" Marguerite asked. "And what are you wearing?"
Veronica, dressed in her white lace gown, shook her head.
"The Wicked Witch will not leave you be until she has gotten her revenge. You must escape while you are still able."
"Great. Tell me how to get out of this place, and I'll be more than happy to leave." Marguerite replied. "Maybe once we're back home, your mind will return."
"You will have to go and see the wizard." Veronica told the heiress. "He is the only one who can get you home again."
"Right.." Marguerite decided to play along. "And how do I find this wizard?"
"Why, you follow the yellow brick road of course!" One of the little people dressed in green exclaimed.
"Oh, of course." Marguerite agreed sarcastically.
"Go quickly, dear Marguerite." Veronica urged her. "But before you go, take these."
The jungle beauty, who now appeared to be a fairy of sorts, waved her wand. In a flash of bright, magical lights, Marguerite found herself wearing ruby red slippers.
"They shall make the walk easier." Veronica explained. "They are enchanted."
"Of course they are." Marguerite sighed. "Anything else?"
"Well, you mustn't forget your dog, of course." Veronica replied.
"But I don't have a.."
Before Marguerite could finish her sentence, a little terrier came running at her from the crowd of little people. It practically leapt into her arms, very happy to see the heiress.
"Now, be on your way quickly." Veronica urged her once more. "You must reach the wizard before the Wicked Witch catches you."
Veronica vanished in a flash of light, leaving Marguerite alone with the little dog, and the little people. The heiress sighed and decided that she might as well go along with everything, and see how this dream played itself out. The little people pointed her in the way of the yellow brick road and Marguerite was soon on her way. With the little dog trailing along behind her.
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Hehe, yes, odd isn't it? I'm sure you all know the story of the Wizard of Oz. Well, now it's just got that TLW twist to it. Hey, anything is possible on that plateau, right? So, what do you think? I'm hoping to have another chapter posted by Thursday, but we'll see what happens. In the mean time, review and let me know what you think so far.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~