Empty
Musings after No Good Deed
There she was. A terrible mess in the corner of the room. Chistery couldn't even find her among the shadows until he heard a broken exhale enveloped somewhere in the darkness of the attic.
"Go away," a frail voice croaked from the corner. "Not now, Chistery. Go away." Chistery's feet dragged on the floor as he reluctantly left the dank room.
There was silence. A silence that took something away from her being. Her soul.
They had taken away her dreams. They had taken away her sister. They had taken away her best friend. Now they had taken away the one man who had probably ever loved her. No matter how many calculations she tried to compose in her mind, no matter how many scenarios she created, she couldn't explain why it happened. The easy explanation would've been because she was the Wicked Witch, of course. But that was an embellished answer, she knew that. It would've been effortless to blame herself for everything. Why not? Just draw more attention and create a bigger spectacle of yourself.
She inched her way out of the shadows. If Oz could see her now. Her long, dark hair entangled and draped over her body and face, as if she needed another mask to hide behind. Her dress, torn and weathered. Her hands, scarred and calloused. If only Oz could see her now. They'd laugh at how pathetic and weak she looked.
The only remain of the fire that one was alive in her heart was in the very pits of her eyes. They had suppressed her but it could stop her. A sudden flurry for vengeance and retribution had taken a hold of her a few hours ago. A desperate attempt to save him. A scream for those who had been casualties. However, in the end, she just collapsed. Back into the shadows where she felt most comfortable. The energy and emotion seemed to have drained from her, leaving just an empty being in the room.
They had taken away the Wizard. They had taken away Nessa. They had taken away Glinda. Now they had taken away Fiyero, the one man who had probably ever loved her.