Loss of Identity
Summary: Can the Wicked characters recognize themselves anymore? These mostly happen just before Nessa's death, then keep going into the rest of the play.
Chapter 1: Nessarose
I wanted to put a table of contents for all of you out there, so here-
Chapter 1: Nessarose
Chapter 2: Boq
Chapter 3: Glinda
Chapter 4: Madame Morrible
Chapter 5: The Wizard
Chapter 6: Elphaba
Chapter 7: Fiyero
Chapter 8: Dorothy
Chapter 9: The Wicked Witch
Chapter 10: Glinda the Good
Chapter 11: Madame Morrible
Chapter 12: The Scarecrow
Chapter 13: The Wizard
Chapter 14: The Tinman
Chapter 15: The Wicked Witch
Chapter 16: Dorothy
Chapter 17: Glinda
Chapter 18: The Scarecrow
Chapter 19: Madame Morrible
Chapter 20: The Wizard
Chapter 21: Dorothy
Chapter 22: Elphaba
Disclaimer: I own this idea, but not any of the characters. Nessa is chasing Boq, running straight towards the field where she will die.
The girl stumbled after her tinman, still wildly in love with him even though her sister had made him a monster. She faintly saw her glinted red shoes in the dark, and even though she could walk she still cursed her. Elphaba! It was her fault she even needed these shoes, her fault that Boq hated her, her fault that he loved Glinda instead of her! She didn't even bother trying to fit together how it was all Elphaba's fault, she just knew it was. Her accursed green sister with her strange abilities and sullen attitude. It was Elphaba's fault she wasn't able to walk in the first place! That was the one fault that came from Elphaba that Nessarose would never forgive her for.
But, even as she stumbled through that forest, she couldn't help but wonder. Who was she now? She was called the Wicked Witch of the East, governess of the Munchkins. Her hard face, silvery jeweled shoes and stiff chair had been all she was. Her entire identity. Now, as she tripped and fell in the forest, she knew she had none of that. Her face was wild with fright instead of hard with want, her shoes were scarlet rubies instead of silver jewels, and she had no more need of that accursed chair with her working legs. She pushed herself out of the mud and stared into a puddle, her disheveled face and muddied appearance. She stood and stared into the sky, dirt sliding off her. Her shoes still shown in the dark, but Nessa didn't notice, nor care. She was a Wicked Witch, just like her sister. Watching the last of the mud fall from the blood colored shoes she realized-
she liked it.