"He never loved you, he loves me!"
"Did you ever love me, either?"
Elphaba was speechless; she had expected a slap across the face, not a tearful question. But, it was a good one. Had Elphaba, the witch of the west ever truly love Glinda, the Good?
She thought, and she thought. She was angry, furious. She couldn't tell the truth now, it just couldn't happen. She couldn't bring herself to ask forgiveness, no, then it would make the reality of what wrong she did true. It would mean she had brought all that suffering on Glinda for no reason.
"No," she said, her throat was suddenly dry, and her heart ached. "All of Oz may love you, and your prettied up face and dresses of silk, but not I, not me. I never loved you. Why do you think I'm with Fiyero? I've never loved you, and I never will!"
She felt the slap she had been expecting before, and she felt a queer sense of justice, for them both.
"Feel better now?" she asked bitterly.
"Yes, in fact, I do." Glinda said, with a surprised and pleased look upon her face. Elphaba grinned bitterly and laughed.
"Good—" her bony green hand collided with china glass skin, "—so do I!"
Almost instantly, the delicate cheek of the blonde beauty began to become a discolored, horrid black and purple, and the green witch felt guilty. Justice was not meant to be in this form, it just wasn't. It felt so wrong.
But within the heat of the moment, neither could really think about the filling of guilt, or longing, just that rage.
Elphaba and Glinda clawed at each other, Glinda grabbed the hat, and just as Elphaba was about to rip that stupid, beautiful frilly petticoat to shreds, she was yanked back by four guards.
"Halt, in the name of the Wizard!"
A guard yanked Glinda back, the pretty blonde was now red faced, eyes filled with rage and jealousy, and the green witch had the same expression.
"Let her go, I almost had her!"
"HA!" Elphaba shrieked in mock.
"Sorry it took us so long to get here, Miss." One of the guards said, holding his gun towards the wicked witch of the west.
"What do you mean, I didn't…" Glinda was confused, she hadn't called anyone. She didn't even know how they had managed to find her.
"I can't believe you would sink this low, use my sister's death as a trap to capture me?!"
"No! No, I never meant any harm I just—" Glinda didn't get to finish her sentence, for on a vine above them, came swinging in Fiyero.
"Let the green girl go!" Fiyero held up a gun of his own at the guards holding his love captive.
"Fiyero!" Glinda gasped, for the last she had seen of him had been when he had run off with her ex-best friend and...
"Fiyero, how in Oz—"
"Let her go!" Fiyero yelled, "Or… explain to all Oz, how the Wizard's guards watched…" He turned and pointed his gun at Glinda, his ex-fiancée, and Elphaba's ex-lover, "As Glinda the Good was slain."
Glinda turned sickly pale, her voice failed and she felt her stomach turn. Elphaba gasped, disbelief in her eyes. He wouldn't… he couldn't! "Fiyero, no—"
"HUSH!" Fiyero screamed, shocking all in audience into silent stiffness. No one dare even breathe. "Let her go."
After a moment, or was it two, maybe a lifetime, the new captain of the guard said with a voice that made it seem he wasn't even sure what his own name was, "You wouldn't harm your Fiancée. Put the weapon down, Fiyero, and we'll let you off easy. Don't bring her Goodness into the heat because of your mistake. Don't harm the woman you love. Don't be a fool,"
But instead of a calm, easy forfeit as was expected, Fiyero's eyes burned, his lips curved into a scowl. Glinda was scared into what seemed as eternal silence, mouth dry, throat closed, her lips numb, her brow prickled with beads of sweat.
"She is not my Fiancée, and most certainly not the woman I love!" Fiyero practically growled, he even freighted Elphaba, who watched in pure and utter horror as Fiyero cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.
Glinda's scream was burned into Elphaba's ears, and the so called "heartless" witch let out a blood piercing cry, that would haunt the minds of everyone there. It was the scream of a soul dying.
AUTHORS NOTE: Since I am in a bad mood as of late, my life is crazy (well, there is one ray of sunshine in it...giggle; you know who you are, sweets ;) ) and I was watching WICKED again for the millionth time, I have a three or four shot. I am still working on other things such as fics and finding a job. Wow it's alot. Anyway, next chapter up either tonight or tomorrow.