A/N: I just thought of this a bit ago, when I was listening to some Idina Menzel music. It just pleaded to be written down, and Gina vowed to throw the temper tantrum of temper tantrums if I didn't oblige, so I did, because her TTs are annoying and pointless, but they last a while.
The verse in the beginning is from Still I Can't Be Still by Idina Menzel.
Disclaimer: C'est n'est pas a moi, mes amis.
The insatiable peace
my quest for true serenity
no matter how hard the rain,
the thirst is
the thirst is neverending
no matter how many friends
or angels been sent down
to take me away
they can't make it okay.
As the girl asked for forgiveness, the thing I never got, I furiously lighted my broom and held it over her like a sword, ready to strike. I knew I wouldn't be living for a long time, now that basically everyone in Oz was after me. As I raised the broom more, the lit end caught my skirt and set it on fire. Dorothy, in a presumably pathetic attempt at sucking up to me, or that was what I thought it was, flung the bucket at me with the words,
"I will save you!"
It happened all so fast, I barely had time to register what was going on. First, the water drenched me, putting out the fire blazing on my skirt and hungrily reaching for my legs. I'd assumed I'd be dead by now, what with the water and all, but all I felt was cold, annoyed, angry, and mostly, shocked. Having avoided water instinctively my entire life, I had never known what it felt like, and right now it felt refreshing, like all my worries were being washed away by that cool splash of liquid. However, my at the girl was still there, because while I was being called wicked, she was being taken for a harmless little angel. Didn't they see what she was? Everything that came in her way, my sister, my pets--and if the water had worked, it would have been me, too--perished, or was murdered. I haven't killed that many people, though I've tried. It was all to puzzling and angering. With a strangled, guttural yell, I lifted the broom higher, over her whimpering head, ready to kill, to finish her once and for all . . .
And then I stopped. I don't know what made me do it, but I lowered the broom and threw it into the wet bucket, putting out the fire on it. My common sense would tell me, 'What are you doing? She killed your sister! You might as well avenge Nessa's death!', but apparently, my common sense had passed away long ago, and so did my anger. At the girl, at least. Dorothy raised her tear-streaked face up to look at me, and I could tell she was beyond relieved. Slowly, carefully, so I would lose my nerve, I spoke to her.
"You must go. It isn't safe for you here any more than it is for me." I sighed, bringing myself to saying the last part. "I don't care if you give me the shoes or not, they're just shoes. Hit them together or something, perhaps they're still magic, and maybe that'll bring you home."
"Oh, thank you!" Dorothy exclaimed, hugging me. I pushed her away, but she didn't seem to mind. "Aunt Em and Uncle Henry will be so happy! They were probably so worried--"
"Just go!" I said, unwanted tears welling up in my eyes, because the mention of someone's family loving them seems to make my eyes all excited. I loathe my tear ducts. With a last, thankful goodbye, Dorothy ran out of the room and down the stairs. I could hear her stomping all the way down to the bottom floor. I walked down there and watched her kicking and snapping and clicking different parts of her shoes together, and clutching a protesting dog in her arms. The toes, the middle, the bottom, the top, and then, the heels. As soon as both heels came together, she disappeared, but without special effects such as puffs of smoke, which would have been completely unnecessary. I wasn't shocked, because somehow, I had expected the shoes to be more magical than I had assumed. Sighing, I went and unlocked the kitchen, where the Lion and Nanny were trying to bring down the door. The Lion had rushed the door, and just as I opened it, he toppled out, bemused.
"Hey . . .you're the Witch! And why aren't you dead?" He demanded, rubbing his bottom.
"Hello to you, too." I said, not minding him. I turned to Liir and Nanny, who were looking at me like I was a ghost. "The farm girl's not here anymore."
"What did you do to Dorothy?" Liir asked, stepping forward, and showing more bravery than I thought possible for him.
"I just sent her home, you dolt." I snapped back, and whirled around. I stomped towards the room where I had left my broom, and picked it up. It was so very burnt, but not too burnt for me to ride it. I wasn't needed here, and I knew it. Liir would be sulking for ages due to the departure of his one true love, and Nanny would be too old to remember where she was in a couple of months, so they wouldn't need me. I had taught Chistery well, so he would take care of them. I trudged back to the kitchen and addressed the duo, who were still standing where I had left them. "As I'm not needed here, in my own home--and obviously not welcome, either--" I said, shooting Liir, who was glaring at me angrily, a look. "I'm leaving. I've had enough of this. Since I'm not dead, which I assume is quite the tragedy for you all, I might as well let people know. Perhaps I'll get somewhere."
"Bye then! We don't need you anyway!" Liir exclaimed, and I had to agree. No one needed me anymore. No one except a good friend I had, and who I'd forgiven, despite myself, for her betrayal.
"My thoughts exactly." I declared. I ambled out of the kitchen, and they followed, leaving the Lion there to lick his wounds.
"Bye, Elphie." Nanny said, and I nodded to her. I got on my broom and sailed out of the window, stopping just in front of it. I spoke loudly enough for Nanny and Liir to hear, just them.
"So if you care to find me . . . look to the Emerald City." I said, and Liir waved, a little wave. A reluctant wave. But I didn't care. They didn't need me, and I didn't exactly need them. I had things to do, a person to see. I put on my hood so my green vertigris wouldn't stand out in the night sky.
I was going to see my old friend.
I was going to Glinda.