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Description: The Wicked Witch decides she no longer wants to leave Oz with Fiyero but with Glinda. So Elphaba secretly tells Glinda her plan for her fake murder and hopes that Glinda will come for her in time.
Spoiler Alert!: This story does depict the end of the musical. If you haven't seen it I suggest you turn back now. Unless it's all right with you.
Black, thunderous clouds loomed over Kiamo Ko making the night seem unusually dark. The landscape held an air of melancholy and it settled over the castle as well as its mistress. The Wicked Witch was paging through the Grimmerie in hopes of finding a spell that might get the ruby slippers off of the brat's feet. The little girl cried noisily from her dingy dungeon underneath the floorboards of the tower. Elphaba rubbed her temples in an attempt to concentrate.
"For Oz's sake," she growled. "Shut up! If you want to get out of this place alive then find a way to take those shoes off of your feet!"
She slammed the tome closed causing an echo to boom through the small room and down the winding stairs of the tower. The Witch placed her elbows on the book resting her forehead in her hands. She sighed feeling the tenseness in her shoulders. A hard and tingling sensation gripped her chest. At first Elphaba hadn't been afraid to "die" but now she wasn't so sure. Everything had unraveled and left her in an avalanche she could not climb out of.
A scratching noise caught her attention. Chistery hopped over to her partially using his new wings and his knuckles. He muttered something unintelligible and pointed in the opposite direction. Elphaba looked at him sadly a gleam of maternity in her brown eyes.
"Chistery, please… If you don't try to speak you never will. Try, all right?" Elphaba told him with a pat on his head.
The monkey nodded his scruffy head and pointed again in the other direction. Elphaba glanced upward and made out the shadow of another person. She gritted her teeth setting her jaw into a hard line.
"Go away," Elphaba said bluntly.
"Elphie… Please. Let the little girl go. And her poor little dog DoDo," she said taking a few small steps toward the green witch. Elphaba turned from her and opened the Grimmerie.
"Elphaba someone has got to say it. You are out of control! They're just shoes! They're not worth your life…" Glinda asserted walking to Elphaba's side.
"Elphie," Glinda whispered putting her hand on the witch's shoulder. "You can't go on like this. Please."
"I can do whatever I want! I am the Wicked Witch of the West," Elphaba declared proudly removing the blonde's hand from her shoulder.
"Elphaba! They're coming for you! Please," Glinda said tears beginning to fill her eyes.
The Wicked Witch felt her heart begin to break into smaller pieces as she watched her friend cry. She felt her own tears begin to burn her eyes. Oh Glinda, the witch thought, I want you and only you.
Then another one of Elphaba's flying monkey's hopped into the room a piece of parchment clutched in his little paw. Elphaba knew what it would say.
Elphaba,
I'm all right. It's time to put our plan in motion. I'll come for you as soon as I can.
Love, Fiyero
She took the note and sent the monkey on his way. She read it. Glinda looked up at her curiously before more tears filled her azure eyes.
"It's Fiyero isn't it? Is he…" Glinda couldn't finish as a soft sob left her lips.
Elphaba lied, "We've seen his face for the last time."
"No," the good witch whispered.
Elphaba's shoulder slumped in defeat and exhaustion. With every breath she took a stab of pain hit her chest. She wanted to tell Glinda it was all a lie. The Wicked Witch of the West was ready to give in, to surrender everything.
"You're right," Elphaba sighed. "It's time I surrender."
The witch placed the bucket of water where the girl would be able to grab it, near the trap door where Elphaba would escape forever. Glinda could see something in her friend's eyes. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Elphie… What is it," she said rushing to Elphaba's side.
"You can't be seen here. You must go," Elphaba began to push her out the door.
"No," Glinda said stubbornly moving out of Elphaba's reach.
"You must go!"
"No! Elphie… I can tell them everything! The truth!" Glinda said frantically. She ran to Elphaba and put her hands on the sides of that beautiful green face.
"I'll do anything to keep you here. You can't leave me," Glinda said kissing green lips.
Elphaba lost all breath as the pain filled her body. She shook her head and tried to remember that this was the best for Glinda, even if it was the hardest.
"No. They'll only turn against you Glinda. You know that," the witch said pulling away from Glinda's hands.
"I don't care!"
"I do!" Elphaba surprised herself and Glinda with her statement. Her mouth hung open as she tried to compose herself. She shook herself to try and dispel her tears.
"Promise me Glinda… Promise me you won't try to clear my name," Elphaba whispered. Glinda shook her head as her despair washed over her pretty face.
"Promise me!" Elphaba growled.
"Why? I don't understand," Glinda asked.
"Because," Elphaba said.
"I'm limited," the witch began to sing. "Just look at me. I'm limited. And just look at you, you can do all I couldn't do… Glinda."
Elphaba felt a tear escape her eye and quickly wiped it away. She took the Grimmerie from its place and handed it to Glinda.
"Here. Take this," she said as Glinda put her hands on the worn leather.
"Elphie… You know I can't read this," Glinda whispered.
"Then… You'll have to learn," Elphaba said placing her hand under the blonde's chin bringing their gazes together. "Now it's up to you. For both of us. Now it's up to you."
Glinda's lips quivered as she opened them to sing with her beloved. She could feel her heart break at the thought of Elphaba leaving her. Even when they hadn't been close it made Glinda feel safe to know that Elphaba was never far from her and still alive. She felt tears slide down her cheeks and a soft cloth wiping them away. She looked up to see Elphaba's eyes and they gave her strength.
With each word sung and the song nearing its end Elphaba was filled with a sense of dread. She could hear the mob as it drew closer and closer to her castle. She was beginning to wonder if she could do this and allow Glinda to watch her "die".
As the last word echoed through the castle's walls Elphaba pulled Glinda to her wrapping an arm around her waist. She placed the other hand on Glinda's right cheek remembering the impression she had left. Her lips pulled back into a small smile.
"I'm sorry," she said stroking Glinda's cheek. The good witch shook her head with a grin and kissed the green woman's palm.
Then Elphaba tilted the blonde's head back looking into her diamond eyes. She pressed her lips to Glinda's in a sweet kiss. And as their tongues met a plan began to form in Elphaba's mind. She knew what to do and it made her heart skip a beat. The witch pressed Glinda to her a little harder making the kiss more passionate before pulling away.
In the distant part of the castle was loud boom as the castle doors were shattered by the mob. Elphaba could hear them as they made their way toward her tower. She pushed Glinda toward a corner.
"You have to hide! No one can know you were here," she said pushing Glinda behind a curtain.
But just before she left her Elphaba leaned into Glinda and whispered into her ear, "Come for me… I'll be waiting."
She then kissed her love's cheek and left Glinda in a shocked state. Elphaba prayed to the Unnamed God that Glinda knew what she meant. Just then Boq and the witch hunters burst through her door and fought Elphaba.
From behind the curtain Glinda watched as Elphaba tried to save herself using her broom as a shield between her and the hunters. But the Wicked Witch did not foresee the torch that set her a fire or the little farm girl who tried to save her life. The bucket of water was thrown on her snuffing out the fire and the witch. With one agonizing scream of pain the witch was gone melted into the floorboards. The good witch covered her mouth as tears rained down her cheeks.
The hunters yelled and cheered lifting the small girl on their shoulders. They left the tower then the castle roaring to all who might be listening that the Wicked Witch of the West was dead.
All was silent as Glinda came out from her hiding place. The lights of the castle had all been extinguished leaving the tower in a somber darkness. The only illumination was a sliver of moonlight that shone through the window. In the moonlight lay Elphaba's hat. Glinda stared at for a moment before falling to her knees and clutching the hat to her breast. A sob echoed through room as Glinda called out Elphaba's name. Chistery came up the winding stairwell with a lit candle and hopped toward the good witch.
"M-miss G-glinda," the monkey stuttered as he handed her a green bottle. Glinda grasped the bottle closing her eyes her heart breaking completely. She looked down at the green bottle again remembering the feel of Elphaba's skin and her lips and the sound of her voice as she sang her a song.
A sense of déjà vu washed over Glinda then. She had seen this bottle before not Elphaba's but another. Her mouth stood slightly ajar as she made the connection. Then she gritted her teeth together in rage. The good witch stood slowly gripping her wand tightly. She conjured her bubble and floated out of Kiamo Ko towards the Emerald City.