Broken Through
And
Through
AN: Here's the first chapter to the sequel Made from Broken Parts. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! They made my day! I hope you all enjoy the sequel! God Bless you all for staying with this story!
This story is dedicated to ChaoticSymphonyOfDarkness. Wherever you are, just remember, that you are loved and missed greatly. Take care of yourself.
He watched her, his silver blue eyes drinking in the blood splattered beauty, kneeling before him. Her face was ashen, the color drained away. Her once shimmering curls hung limp, broken, and bloodstained against her bruised and battered shoulders. Her dress was torn in several places, the sleeve on her right shoulder, hung limp, the torn pieces, flapping in the breeze. Her star tiara sat half-kilter on her head, a few pieces of the crystals broken off, shattered, and smears of blood sprayed across its elegant surface, staining the sapphire crystals blood red.
Her small lips quivered, and the sparkle within her eyes, the light, was slowly dinning. Defeat, shimmered in its place, and that alone, broke the Tin Man's heart.
Weakly, she bowed her head, too afraid to peer into the Tin Man's eyes, and see the disgust, the hatred, burn like coal fire within his silver eyes. She could stand up to any, and not bow, but for some reason, whenever Boq was near, that strength waned, and she returned to that timid, frightened little girl she once was in Pertha Hills.
Crystal tears bubbled within her eyes, making her shiver, and her heart to jackhammer within her chest. Weakly, she wound her arms around her chest, holding herself, as the tears slipped from her eyes.
Boq watched stunned, as crystal liquid danced down the blonde's torn cheeks, smearing the ash, and washing away bits of blood, revealing a thin trail, of porcelain skin untouched, by the flames of vengeance.
His tin heart cracked within his chest, and a tear sparkled within his eye, yet he made no attempt to wipe it away. Instead, he let it fall, a silent badge of honor, a silent prayer, to the fallen.
He could not bare to watch the blonde beauty before him cry. Slowly, he reached out towards the trembling Witch, and every so gently, wound his tin arms around her slender waist.
She felt the cool of the tin wrap around her body, and yet she didn't put up a fight. For her, it did not matter. All she cared about, all she yearned for was arms to be around her, holding her close, and kissing away her tears, and washing away her pain.
Gently, he pressed her against his tin chest, and closing his eyes, relished in the feel of the beauty before him against his body, even if the feel were faint, he could still feel her.
Closing his eyes, he tightened his embrace around her delicate waist, and buried his head in her crimson curls, allowing a few sacred tears, to dance down his face, leaving a trail of rust in their wake.
Black lashes fluttered open and shattered cerulean stared, empty of any emotion, at the blood stained angel, writhing and thrashing before the guards. Plumes of smoke rise into the air, splatters of crimson shimmer in the flicker of the fire light, before disappearing into the night. Her long raven hair billowed around her in a silent dance to her agony.
Tears welled within her eyes, watching her friend stand tall, taking the bullets meant to end her existence. She was fighting to keep the scream from ripping free from her throat. No matter the pain, the agony she was in, she would not give the guards, nor the Wizard, the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
She bit her lip in silent contempt, her dark ebony eyes narrow, glared back at the Wizard, standing tall upon the grand emerald steps leading to the Palace of Emeralds. One hand pressed against his hip, the other rested placid at his side.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda brokenly.
An ache throbbed within her mind, remembering the sight, the touch, the feel of the ethereal light, pulsing within her emerald friend's heart. It felt like warmth, comforting and soothing, washing away your fears, and stilling your tears.
When you were near her, the pain pulsing within your heart melted away, the troubles the worries, faded beneath the blanket of light, wound protectively over the emerald witch's shoulders. She was a saint, a hidden Goddess, forced to live amongst the land of the Mortals, to repent for a sin of silence, of only the God's.
A pain suddenly sliced through her abdomen. Screaming in pain, she doubled over, her arms wrapping tight around her abdomen. Her eyes widen, and tremble, as the pain pulses throughout her entire body.
"Miss Galinda!" roars Boq.
Panting, Galinda tried desperately to bite back the pain assailing her body, stealing the very breath from her lungs. Her entire body trembled, as ripples of pain cascaded over her, making every muscle, every tendon twist violently, ripping and tearing against the strain.
Galinda...
"Elphie" whispers Galinda, her voice choked with pain.
Weakly, her head rose, and her sparkling cerulean eyes stared misty eyed back at the creature, the monster, standing a few feet away, doubled over in pain.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda again.
A sharp pain echoes within her head, making her wince. Clenching her eyes, and grinding her teeth, Galinda tried to force the pain away. Her legs start to tremble, threatening to collapse at any moment.
Galinda please
Galinda's eyes snapped open, as the echo of Elphaba's voice, ripples within her throbbing head. It was faint, like a whisper dancing on the edge of the breeze, weak, and barely there, for if she didn't strain, she would have missed it.
SUFFER THE PAIN!
A hard gasp, slipped free from Galinda's lips. Her eyes snapped open, and flicker towards the writhing form of the Witch of the West, of Darkness and Chaos.
"No" whimpers Galinda.
The pain she was feeling, it was a ripple, an echo to the agony crashing within Elphaba's body. Somehow, the demon of Darkness, had bonded the two together, to share the pain, the agony, and there was nothing that Galinda could do to stop it.
"Elphie" whimpers Galinda.
Galinda please…end this
"I…I can't" breathes Galinda.
THE AGONY!
Please Galinda…
"Elphie I can't" chokes out Galinda. Blinded by tears, she weakly reaches out towards Elphaba hunched over, trembling in pain, blood pouring from the many bullet wounds ripping through her body.
Only you can end this my sweet…only you
"How?" whimpers Galinda.
Feel what it's like to have your soul!
"Elphie please!" cries Galinda.
You are the only one powerful enough…to wield the Light…
"No"
RIPPED TO SHRED
You must…please…I can't…
"Elphie no!"
YOUR HEART
End this now Galinda! Strike me down with the sword of Light! Kill me now!
TORN TO PIECES!
"No!"
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling roar, rips through the chaos ensuing around the city, bringing every man, woman and child to their knees, quaking in fear.
Galinda watches frozen, as Elphaba doubles over in pain, her slender fingers rise, and tangle within her raven hair. Her body trembles violently, as more bullets rip through her body.
"ENOUGH!" roars Elphaba.
Jerking upward, Elphaba throws her head back and screams, shattering the darkness surrounding her. Her arms rise up above her head, her emerald fists clench tight, twisting the ebony between her fingers.
Get down!
"Everyone get down!" screams Galinda.
One by one, the survivors to this carnage throw themselves down to the broken pavement. Only the Wizard and the Gale Force stand their ground.
Galinda now!
Throwing herself to the ground, Galinda covers her head, just as a sonic boom of magick, ripples through the decimated square, eviscerating everything in its wake. The bullets, plunged deep into her body, expel outward, riddling what was left of the buildings, and the guards standing to close to the Emerald Witch of Darkness.
Silence, only the sound of Elphaba's weakened gasps for air, echo within the chaos. Bodies of the guards lay strewn on the ground, covered in blood.
Slowly, she lowers her head, the bonfires burning bright before her, casts a crescent shadow over her eyes, darkening her appearance. A hollow breeze sweeps past her, making her ebony hair billow maniacally around her.
Galinda and the Wizard watch in amazement, as the bullet wounds slowly close, and the blood stilling.
"You think your pathetic weapons can destroy me!" roars Elphaba.
Stand Galinda…and end this
Wincing, Galinda manages to get her foot beneath her. Grinding her teeth, she forces her weakened body to rise. Standing tall, the Good Witch of the North stands tall, before the Witch of Darkness.
Clenching her hands, the silver staff appears in her hands. A light breeze wisps past her, making her golden curls dance behind her.
"Oh ho this is rich…her Goodness standing against the Darkness...how pathetically poetic" smirks Elphaba. Ungracefully, she bows before Galinda.
"Who are you" growls Galinda. She was buying her time, hoping to distract the Darkness long enough for her body to heal the wounds inflicted upon her moments ago. It was a long shot, but what else did she really have.
"You don't know?" smirks Elphaba, quirking an elegant eyebrow.
"TELL ME!" roars Galinda, and slamming her staff down on the ground.
Throwing her head back, Elphaba emits a bone chilling cackle, making her, and the rest of Oz, tremble in fear.
"I' am the Innocent…I' am what-could-have-been…I' am the chosen…the Wretched and Divine!" bows Elphaba grandly.
Galinda stands tall before Elphaba, never wavering before the Witch of Darkness. Though inwardly, she was shaking. She could feel her dark magick vibrate against her skin.
"I' am the Unspoken…the One They left behind…I' am Chaos Incarnate! The Destructor of the Light!" roars Elphaba.
"That's impossible!" snarls Galinda.
Slowly, and unnoticed by either witch, Fiyero, stumbled his way over to Galinda's side. He feared the outcome, for like Galinda, he could feel the dark power within Elphaba vibrate, choking the very air from his lungs.
"We needed a vessel…one strong enough for my presence to take control…and We found it…in Miss Elphaba" smiles the Wicked Witch.
"When" growls Galinda darkly.
"Oh…you don't know?" asks Elphaba.
"WHEN!" screams Galinda. She was really getting tired of these games.
"The night when the rains fell from the sky…when three became one…and the flesh ripped open and the blood flowed"
"No" whispers Galinda.
"Yes…the night Miss Elphaba was raped by three Shadows…servants to Our illustrious Legion…I came, and entered her body, filling her with my lovely Darkness…slowly killing her from the inside out…her Soul tried to fight me…but even it was no match to Our Power" laughs Elphaba.
"Her soul? What did you do to her?" asks Galinda.
Fiyero's heart ripped in two, hearing how Elphaba's body crumpled beneath the powers of Darkness, allowing the Demon Chaos to take over.
Smiling, Elphaba shifted her weight onto one leg. Regally, she brought an emerald hand up towards her face. Her eyes lowered, as she inspected her nails, and ignoring the blonde.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER YOU BASTARD!" roars Galinda.
"Such language!" gasps Elphaba mockingly.
"Tell me…please" whispers Galinda.
"We sent her soul into the cataclysm of the Oblivion, falling forever in a vortex of pain and suffering…tormented for all eternity" smiles Elphaba.
"No!" screams Galinda.
"Oh you should have seen it Galinda…the way her Soul bent to Our power…she groveled, caved beneath Our strength…though before We cast her soul away…she did beg of me one thing"
"What?" whispers Galinda.
"That We spare yours and your little Prince's life"
"She" gasps Galinda.
"Yes…she begged for Us to not end your Existence…a promise…We have no intention of making!" roars Elphaba.
Suddenly, the umbrella appears in her hands. Pulling it back, she admits a bloodcurdling roar, before shooting the umbrella out towards the blonde.
A hurricane of dark magick, soars towards Galinda and the Scarecrow. Unable to move, Galinda and Fiyero watch as the dark power slices through the air, hurtling towards her like a comet in orbit.
GALINDA MOVE!
"I…I can't…I'm sorry Elphie" whispers Galinda weakly.
The power nears. Galinda and Fiyero reach for each other. Arms wound tight around the other, they hold each other close, and closing they eyes, awaits the pain that was sure to come.
Suddenly, an unseen force slams into them, sending the two to topple to the ground. A cry of pain, and Galinda's eyes open in time to see the dark magick slice past them, crashing into a nearby tower engulfed in flames.
Growling, the Wizard turns and retreats back to the burning rubble. Passing Dorothy, he reaches out and grabs a hold of her arm, pulling her with him towards the burning rubble.
"Wizard!" gasps Dorothy.
Stopping, the Wizard turns and glares back at the little farm girl. Bending down, he levels her a serious glare.
"Listen to me…you're the only one who I trust to protect this" replies the Wizard darkly.
Magickally, a golden Key appears within his pinched fingers. It was long, with the O inside of the Z emblem on top, and a crescent shaped emerald shimmering in the middle. Elegant designs carved deep into the golden body of the Key flicker within the flames.
"It's beautiful" whispers Dorothy.
"It's the Key to Arycetia" explains the Wizard. Before Dorothy has a chance to ask, the Wizard reaches out and grabs a hold of Dorothy's hand. Forcing her tiny fingers open, he presses the Key into her palm. Gently, he closes her fingers around it.
"Keep it safe…no matter what happens…that Witch…can never get her hands on it" continues the Wizard.
"What…what happens if she does?" asks Dorothy.
"The end of Oz" replies the Wizard darkly.
"WIZARD!" roars Elphaba.
Jumping, both Dorothy and the Wizard spin around and face the Dark Witch, standing tall before the flames of Chaos. Her long raven hair dances around her wildly, and the ends of her tattered skirt billow around her.
"The Key of Arycetia…now" growls Elphaba.
"Over my dead body!" growls the Wizard. Gently, he pushes Dorothy behind him, shielding her from an attack.
"That…can easily be arranged" smirks Elphaba.
Galinda watches helplessly, as Elphaba shoots a ball of dark magick at the Wizard.
It was like slow motion, the dark energy pulses through the air, the Wizard makes no attempt to move. Standing his ground, he took the blast head on.
"Elphaba stop!" roars Galinda. Angrily, she jumps to her feet.
"Hmm…do you know what deliciousness this Body has gone through? The torments it's experienced?" asks Elphaba darkly.
Galinda watches frozen, as Elphaba's slender fingers rise up towards her breasts. Slender fingers lithely skim across her breasts, teasing the nipples hidden beneath the torn fabric.
"The torments She experienced…oh it was delicious"
"Stop…please" begs Galinda.
"The night She disappeared…the Demon came…and beat her body into submission…allowing my Presence to take over, staining her heart and corrupting her soul…the rape of the Prison Guards helped further break Her spirit…once We retreated to the Gnome King's mountain…the Rubble of Stone's viciously took this body, beating it into submission…several times in fact…oh but that's not the most delicious part" smirks Elphaba.
Slowly, her fingers trail down her taught stomach, to her center.
"No" whimpers Galinda.
"There was life here" starts Elphaba, her voice softens, as her fingers tenderly trail across her abdomen. "A life created by two in love..."
Suddenly, Elphaba's head snaps up, the darkness returning to her eyes.
"Before the Gnome King ripped that little life from Her womb…She bled out. The Gnome King ignored her anguish, and took her, bathed in the blood of the lost infant…and as if that wasn't bad enough. He forced Her to bury it with her own two hands!" snarls Elphaba.
The breath she had been holding slowly expels from her mouth. Never, had she imagined such horrors to befall her friend. It sickened her, making her stomach twist, and the bile to rise within her throat.
"So now We ask again Wizard" snarls Elphaba, satisfied to have silenced the little tramp. "the Key"
"Never!" growls the Wizard.
"Very well…say hello to Morrible for me in the Ether" smirks Elphaba.