Not meant to be Gelphie, but I admit there is an iffy line in there. Review(and review Follow If You Lead... it's lagging). Bookverse/MGM. Sorry if there's delay in my chapter fic- my mom's computer is stupid, and I can't use it to upload stuff.
Nessarose is dead. Nessarose was crushed to death. The Wicked Witch of the East is dead.
And, of course, there is the girl. A little girl, with brown hair, and big wide blue eyes, who is horrified at what she's done.
Well, she should be. I smile. I laugh. The Wicked Witch of the East is dead, and The Good Witch of the North celebrates.
But then, there's the Witch of the West. The green viper, waiting to strike. A tigress on the prowl, waiting to kill her sister's murderess. The Wicked Witch of the West, who had an extra eye, sheds her skin, and is so impure, she melts with water.
No- no that's the Wonderful Wizard's picture of her.
All the same, this was indeed an angry, hurting, witch. All lies- except the water. Water burned her like acid. So maybe the others were true? No! No, she's my best friend. No, she's still Elphaba, she's still mine.
She was livid. She was positivly gleaming with rage. She looked beautiful, and dangerous, and positivly frightening.
She had gone insane. That was clear. She spoke with a serrated voice- where had the pretty, sweet singing voice gone? Her hair was down, and her long black cape and skirts swirled. She looked and sounded every bit the storybook witch.
No wonder they are terrified of her.
Where had that idealistic girl gone? She had claimed to have no soul- but where had her heart gone? Where had the girl gone, the girl who had sang in the Cafe about rainbows and dreams.
It was clear that girl was dead, long ago. In her place stood this dragon- this Wicked Witch.
Ding-Dong the Witch is dead. Ding-Dong Nessarose is dead, Elphaba is hurting, and Glinda cries behind her painted smile.