This is what you didn't see when Dr. Dillamond died in the book. Short, but I'm not sure how you could make it longer without going into detail about his research, and that would be REALLY long.
I wish I owned Wicked, but as my favorite witch once said, 'Don't wish, don't start, wishing only ruins the heart.'
The Wind
The flames on the candles flickered frequently, causing the shadows on the walls to dance and roam. The old Goat stood at his desk, bending over his invention he used to look at pieces of tissue and such. He murmured to himself and adjusted the focus on his invention the best he could with his hooves. He gazed at the pieces of tissue he had under observation now, all the while making mental notes of what he saw for his assistant, Miss Elphaba, to write down in the morning.
He straightened up and rubbed his eyes. He had been working for hours, far past when Miss Elphaba had left for the evening. He sighed, thinking about her and what a help she was to him. He wouldn't have made any of the discoveries he had if it hadn't been for her.
The shadows on the walls constantly flickered and jumped about, making it difficult to tell what was what in the shifting light. Dr. Dillamond shuffled his papers and then bent back over his work. The door to his office where he conducted his research creaked open then, startling the Animal.
Dr. Dillamond looked up and squinted his tired eyes to see in the dim light. He thought he heard a whirring sound; like gears working. Almost like you'd hear on a tik-tok creature. He squinted his eyes further and saw a shadowy figure moving across the room towards him.
"Who is it, what do you want?" he asked in his gruff voice.
But the creature just continued moving closer. As it moved into the candle light beside the Goat's desk, it raised a hand that clutched a knife.
"Grommetik?" Dr. Dillamond asked. "Is that you? What are you doing here so late at night? Is Madame Morrible with you? Does she even know you're here-".
The knife slashed through the air, cutting off the Goat's question. Dr. Dillamond gasped as he felt severe pain running across his neck. He looked down at his hooves to see them splattered in crimson blood. He stumbled backwards, knocking over his desk and causing his invention to fall to the floor, shattering. He spluttered and gasped as he fell down, laying in his own blood.
He heard the door open again and someone shrieked and dropped to the floor with a thud. He tried to look up, but he didn't have enough strength to see who it was. He felt his life draining out of him with his blood. He writhed on the floor in agony, knowing that all too soon it would be over. He could feel his breaths coming in short gasps now and tried in vain to cling to what little strength he had left. He threw his head back in a final cry for help, but it never left his lips.
The Goat's body went limp, blood still spilling from the wound, surrounding its owner in a sticky pool of deep red.
The great Goat was dead.
For those of you who have read the book and understand whats going on, that was Ama Clutch that came in after Grommetik, in case anyone was confused.
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