For Him
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, just the stories I write.
(Elphaba's POV)
When the Dale Guards arrived on the scene, a strange feeling flowed through my body, and a sense of doom filled my heart. I didn't know why at the time. All I knew was that I was caught and in danger of dying sometime soon. When Fiyero turned his gun on them, gratitude set in.
And yet, the feeling of doom that settled in my stomach remained. Maybe it was premonition, maybe it was paranoia. Being on the run for as long as I had can do that to you. You get paranoid.
Then, Fiyero threatened Glinda. At first, I wanted to ask him exactly what he thought he was doing, but then I realized. He was trying to protect me, and if I knew him, he would not actually harm Glinda.
Fiyero's ploy was quite successful, maybe too successful. The guards believed him, and a huge brawl broke out. Fiyero was holding his own, but then, unseen to him, a guard was aiming at his turned back, fully prepared to shoot. Oh, no… not Fiyero!
"FIYERO, BEHIND YOU!!" I yelled, but it was no use. He'd never have turned around in time. I moved faster than I ever had in my life, and I was behind my prince immediately.
The gunshot sounded, a splitting pain exploded in my chest, and the last thing I heard was Glinda screaming, "ELPHABA!" The guards were shouting something, but strangely, I didn't care what they were saying. The pain was gone, and I felt almost as though I was floating.
Everything was going dark… I knew I was dying, but it was for a good cause. Fiyero… it was for him…