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While listening to Bruce Springsteens "Streets of Philadelphia" I got the idea for this fanfic. The lyrics at the beginning and the end of the fanfics are from his song.
STREETS OF OZ
I was bruised and battered
I couldn't tell what I felt
I was
unrecognizable
to myself
Elphaba could still hear Madame Morrible telling the Ozians about who or what she was.
"Citizens of Oz, there is an enemy that must be found and captured! Believe nothing she says. She's evil. Responsible for the mutilation of these poor, innocent monkeys! Her green skin is but an outward manifestation of her twisted nature! This distortion... this repulsion... this... Wicked Witch!"
Sure people had always been afraid of her. She was different – green – after all. But she didn't look like a witch. Someone would expect a cackling, haglike woman, hideous, high-pitched voice and rather ridiculous.
But still Madame Morrible words held power over OZ.
Everyone believed her – the lies she spun about Elphaba.
The wizard wanted to use her power for his selfish purpose – to rule and enslave OZ.
Elphaba had firm believes.
She believed that Animals were equal to humans.
And no one could tell her what to do. She controlled her destiny. Elphaba felt a bundle of mixed emotions rage through her as she remembered the last couple of hours.
How excited she had been at first to meet the Wonderful Wizard of OZ.
She had been sure that he would be the one to finally acknowledge her for what she really was. A wonderful human being.
Oh, how wrong she had been.
Madame Morrible had trust the Grimmerie into her hands. The Wizard asking her to give his monkey wings. He wanted her to help him rule OZ.
She had run off, in protest of the Wizard's ominous plans.
That was why she now was an outcast. Now more then before.
They would start weaving more lies about her.
How she was responsible for her sisters tragic fate.
Responsible for her mothers death.
Responsible for the mutilation of the monkeys.
Elphaba sighed. She had lost all hope.
There was no turning back now.
She had to go underground for a while, cutting off her family and the few friends she had.
She had to become invisible.
She had choosen her path. Her life.
There was no turning back now as she wandered the streets of OZ.
Night
is falling
and I'm lying awake
I can feel myself
fading
away
END