The large crowds' cheers could be heard throughout the streets of the Emerald city. It was the late evening, and the city was filled with lights. Each of the citizens were jumping for joy as they shouted as loud as they could. "Good news! He's dead!" They were all meeting in the city centre to celebrate, everyone bringing as much food and confetti as they could. After all, their plan had worked; the wicked witch of the west was dead. Who wouldn't want to celebrate? "The witch of the west is west is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was, the enemy of all of us here in Oz, is dead! Good news! Good news..."
The crowd had quietened down in small mumbles, until one of the citizens pointed to the sky shouting. "Look! It's Feliks!" Everyone started cheering as Feliks the Good came from the sky. He was surrounded by a 'bubble', clearly made from his magic. He had a long staff in one of his hands, which had a star placed on top of it. His white dress had been sparkling in the Emerald coloured lights, with his blonde hair waving behind his shoulders. He had a soft smile, as he looked down on everyone.
"It is nice to see me, isn't it?" Several of the crowd responded with shouts of 'Yes!', until Feliks put his hand up to quiet them. "There's like, no need to respond to that, it was rhetorical." He stayed up in the air, causing the citizens to move around underneath him to get a better view. "Fellow Ozians, let us be glad; let us like be grateful. Let us so rejoicify that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of you-know-who, Isn't it nice to know, that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by, outlive a lie. For you and-"
The crowd underneath him all looked amazed, until a citizen shouted, interrupting him. "Feliks! Exactly how dead is he?" Several members of the crowd whispered to each other, even though they were all eager to hear an answer. They looked back up to Feliks.
"Well, because there has been so much rumour and speculation, innuendo and outuendo, totally let me set the record straight. According to the time dragon clock, the melting occurred at the 13th hour; the direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a small, Italian male. So yes, the Wicked Witch of the west is dead."
The crowd cheered again, several of them jumping for joy; until several of the people stood at the front of them. "No one mourns the wicked!" came from a male, his hand clenched and punched into the air.
"No one cries: "They won't return!"" shouted the person next to him, as she spat on the ground in disgust.
"No one lays a lily on their grave." Several of the crowd hugged each other, joining hands and spinning each other. Most of them couldn't express how happy they were; especially now the wicked witch was gone.
"The good man scorns the wicked!" Another man shouted in glee, while high fiving the man next to him.
"Through their lives, our children learn:" One of the women sang harshly, easily showing her anger to the once wicked witch.
"What we miss, when we misbehave..." Several whispers were heard from the crowd, until they all turned back to look up at Feliks the Good.
"And goodness knows, the wicked's lives are lonely. Goodness knows the wicked die alone! So it just shows, when you're wicked, you're not like only on your own..." The 'bubble' holding Feliks lowered to the ground, allowing Feliks to join the rest of the citizens. Several of them helped him get out, giving him a small smile and returning to the large crowd.
"Yes, goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely! Goodness knows the wicked cry alone! Nothing grows for the wicked; they reap only what they've sown..." The crowd formed a circle around Feliks the good, several of them reaching out to shake hands with him. He shook their hands using his free hand while he continued to hold his staff tightly.
"Feliks!" A female teenager shouted from somewhere within the crown. "How does wickedness happen?" Everyone's attention moved to her, and then back to Feliks as they waited for an answer.
"That's totally a good question." Feliks walked over towards one of the buildings which surrounded the city centre, causing the rest to follow. He pointed the top of his staff to the centre of the area, where they had been standing. Several colours formed at the tip of the staff, which travelled to the empty area until they formed into one bubble-like form, showing a flash back inside it. "Are people born wicked? Or do they like have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, he had a childhood. He had a father, who happened to be the governor of munchkin land." A middle-aged man had appeared in the bubble, wearing a purple suit and holding a book in one hand. "He had a mother, as so many do." A woman also appeared in the bubble, handing the man a hat.
"Oh, please hurry back." She asked softly, holding her hands together in front of her.
"How I hate to go and leave you lonely," The man said, looking down at his shoes. He put his hat on his head, taking a step closer to what was probably his wife.
"That's alright; it's only just one night." She took her husband's hand, and embraced him in a small hug before stepping away.
"But know that you're here in my heart, while I'm out of your sight..."The man kissed his wife's cheek, before walking out of view from the bubble. The wife's expression changed, as she whipped her check from he kissed it and looked disgusted. She turned around in the opposite direction as another man entered the view, a hat covering up all his facial features.
"And like every family, they had their secrets." Feliks explained, as he watched over what was happening in front of them.
"Have another drink, my awesome beauty. I've got one more night left, here in town. So have an awesome drink, of green elixir, and we'll have ourselves a little mixer. Have another little swallow, little lady and follow me down..." He had a small glass in his hands, as he poured the green elixir into the woman's mouth. After sliding his hands down her hips, he also left the view from the bubble, leaving the woman on her own.
The woman turned around in a circle, her stomach growing to show her being pregnant. "And of course, from the moment she was born, she was well, different..." The woman screamed, holding her stomach as sat down on a bed behind her.
"It's coming!" Shouted a midwife, as she appeared in view and walked next to the bed.
"Now?" The father asked as he also walked towards his wife and held her hand, trying to make her feel calmer.
"The baby's coming!" The midwife replied, as she sat a small table at the end of the bed, ready to deliver the baby.
"And how?" The father said, as he left his wife's side. He stood next to the midwife, as she got started to deliver the baby.
"I see a nose, I see a curl! It's a healthy, perfect love little-" The midwife screamed, as she almost dropped the new-born baby. Both her and father took a step back away from the bed, a shocked expression on their faces.
"Sweet Oz!" The father shouted, as he used his hand to cover his mouth while he gasped.
"What is it? What's wrong?" The mother couldn't see her baby, and started to panic. The looks on their faces weren't very reassuring, and she could see her husband's hands trembling.
"How can it be?" The midwife turned to the man, hoping for an answer.
"What does this mean?" Was all the man managed to reply, looking back at her.
"It's atrocious!" She commented, looking down on the baby placed on the table in front of them.
"It's obscene!" He pointed down at the baby, before looking away, down at the ground.
The midwife leant down to pick up the baby. "Like a froggy, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally-"
"GREEN!" The crowd gasped from the flashback they were seeing, several of them whispering to each other. The midwife was holding up the baby. He had blonde hair growing on his head, thick eyebrows, and the greenest skin anyone had ever seen in Oz. She looked over at the father, as she tried to pass it to him.
"Take it away..." He motioned his hand towards the door, hoping the midwife would leave him with the baby. She tried to pass the baby to him again, but he gave a frustrated expression. "Take it away!"
The bubble-like form started to disappear, causing everyone to look at each other, slightly confused expressions on their faces. They all turned back to Feliks. "So you see, it totally couldn't have been easy!"
The crowd walked back into the centre, Feliks always in the centre of them. He waved the tip of his staff slightly, causing the bubble he arrived on to return next to him. "No one mourns the wicked! Now at last, he's dead and gone! Now at last, there's joy throughout the land." The crowd shouted to each other, as Feliks walked back into his mode of transportation. "And, goodness knows we know what goodness is! Goodness knows the wicked die alone!"
Feliks looked down at everyone as he was soon in the air again, as a soft smile grew on his face. "He died alone..."
"Woe to those, who spurn what goodness is, they are shown! No one mourns the wicked!" The crowd continued their celebration they had started earlier, several of them hugging.
"Good news!" Feliks called, as he waved down to the crowd. He held the staff close to his body, until he finally let the smile leave his face, but only for a small second.
"No one mourns the wicked!" they shouted up to him. They could barely control their happiness, unlike Feliks the Good who had to make sure people saw his.
"Good news!" He called once again, looking around at the emerald-coloured lights that surrounded them. There really was no better sight then the Emerald City at night.
"No one mourns the wicked!" The crowd cheered, each of them jumping into the air. "Wicked!" They made sure to shout this, as if it was a message to send to everyone. "Wicked!"