Only The Good Die Young…As it Should Be.
It was early in the morning. The kind of early where the suns rays are stubble on the horizon. Where no person, and only some birds were awake. And all the things that go bump in the night go home to escape the light of day.
And it was on this early morning in June that Maureen Johnson, and Joanne Jefferson heard a knock on their apartment door.
Maureen's P.O.V.
Knock, knock.
Joanne stirred.
Just ignore it.
Knock, knock.
Joanne stirred again.
Ignore it and it will go away.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"Maureen get the door." Joanne nudged and turned to face me. I shut my eyes tighter pretending to be asleep. She nudged me again, and then for a third time. I wiggled a little but reminded "asleep".
Joanne sighed. Throw the covers off herself and left the room. I lisoned for her footsteps to reach the end of the hall before I throw the covers off myself and starched.
"I'll surprise her when she gets back."
But before she could think of what to do. Joanne screamed.
"Maureen! MAUREEN!"
I jumped out of bed, ran throw the open door. Slammed into the wall. And ran down the hall joining Joanne at the door.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. I'll get the fire extinguisher."
Joanne sprinted past me running into the kitchen were the fire extinguisher was under the sink. But in her frazzled state, it was in the cabinet above it.
"Who would do this?"
Of course I know who could.
On our doorstep was a witch hat, burning emerald green flames.
"Elphaba."