Note: Well, this is my first fanficiton ever... well, to be truthful, the first fanficiton I ever posted. I'm only posting it because my friends have been yelling at me too and screaming at me... preferably I don't like it when people read my writing buuut I'll let this be an exception. This is a fic that takes off where the book ends... nothing more to say cept I hope you enjoy it and please review because I need to know you like it, pleaaase pleaaase like it, before I'll write more...

Thanx to: the entire TSS... well those of you who wanted me to put the fic up a least... id like to specifically thank Amy for volunteering (hehehe) to be my editor and I do solemnly swear that if you go blind from editing all of my writing and my love for commas then it will be my fault...

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places in Wicked. They are the property of L. Frank Baum and Gregory Maguire.

Chapter 1

A full moon was floating high above Oz. The soft moonlight gave the city a somewhat eerie feel too it, the way the light reflected off of the emerald towers causing them to sparkle faintly, like a city of green stars. Shadows cast by the towers covered the streets and melded together, giving the shadows a feel of infinite darkness, a darkness that covered most of Oz. But there were places among the spires of green where the beams of moonlight made it through, creating pools of light where they ended.

The streets were nearly lifeless. There were no rats in the city of emeralds, no creatures that would be viewed as unsanitary. With the lack of usual movement at night the city acquired an unnatural feel, a feel that didn't belong anywhere there were living things. Every now and then a nocturnal creature of some sort would break the utter and everlasting silence but only to increase the depth of the silence when the creature disappeared.

Emerging out of the darkness a white cat appeared, an old and withered cat, a cat that was past its point to die. It scaled the walls and tops of buildings with unnatural ease for a cat that appeared to be so old. It jumped down off of the top of wall, into a yard. It made its way to a building that towered over all other towers anywhere near it. It moved agilely around obstacles, keeping itself in the shadows and close to any solid object. At the side of the building, it jumped up onto the closest windowsill to the ground and continued to jump from barred windowsill from barred windowsill. It made its way higher and higher till it was near the top of the tower, stopping at one of the many identical, barred windowsills and just sat there. It bathed itself in the soft moonlight, giving the cat an unnatural white glow, which gave it a ghostly appearance.

The cat just sat there, looking into the cell through the barred windows. It was a rather plain cell, a cell just like every other one in the entire building. It was a square room, each wall was undecorated stone, each one identical, the ceiling and floor were just the same. Where a normal door would be, there was a door made up of bars. The entire cell was rather drab and plain. It had only two pieces of furniture, a wooden chair of unrecognizable age that was placed in the corner off to the side of the window. The second piece of furniture was a bed. Well, it was more of a slate then a bed, seeing as all the bed really was is a flat surface of rock attached to the wall and supported with two feet on the opposite side of the wall to stabilize it and prevent it from coming off of the wall. On the bed was a single sheet with a still figure underneath it, eyes open and awake.

Nor was lying still on her bed, just staring up at the ceiling. She knew that the cat was there and ignored it; it visited her every night and all it ever did was just sat there, staring at her. She kept hoping that one day it would slip and fall off during the tedious climb to her window, but each night it made its way up to her window without fail. She didn't know how it did it, not just how it made its way to the window, but how it could possibly do all of that physical activity, the cat looked ancient. She didn't know why the thing bugged her, it wasn't doing anything to her, but its presence made her feel uncomfortable.

She turned around on her bed and stared at the wall opposite the window, looking away from the cat and her barred window. She bit her lip from the ache that coursed through her muscles at having to do a physical activity. She still hadn't recovered fully from the beatings she had been given by the Gale Forcers when they took her and her family. She moved her thoughts to a different topic. Even the memories were painful. Her entire family murdered, well that is, her entire family except herself. She tried to avoid the question, the one question that she gave so much thought, she never really wanted to think about it, but she was never able to elude it. Why didn't they kill me too? She couldn't answer the question and frankly she didn't want to know the answer. Some things are better left unknown, and this was one of them.

She decided to think about something else, something other then her more- then painful past. Her thoughts moved to a different part of her past, Auntie Witch. She was dead now, well at least that's what all of Oz said. But why didn't she free her like she said she would? Nor remembered the day like yesterday, the one moment of hope that she had since she was taken by the Gale Forcers. Auntie Witch had come to negotiate her freedom, she said that she would, but why wasn't she free? She couldn't help but think that Auntie Witch had left her to die. At least Auntie Witch did some good. When she died, it left Nor without any value to the Wizard and he sent her to this prison. He didn't care about her at all, she could rot away and he wouldn't care about it, and Nor preferred it this way. Before she had prison she had been moved from Gale Force encampment to Gale Force encampment constantly. At least now she had a bed and a room to herself, and no beatings. True she was still just as dirty and unclean as she was before, and she was still wearing the same, ratty old clothes she had been wearing since... since... since she couldn't remember how long she possessed these clothes. But she had to count her blessings, and count them she did.

She could still see the shadow of the cat in the window from the moonlight spilling into her room. She turned over to face the cat again and sat up, she moaned from the ache of the old, healing bruises all over her body. It was five months since her last beating and still she wasn't entirely healed. She got up and made her way over to the window to look at the cat closer, she had nothing else to do. She sat down in the chair and studied the cat. It looked like just an ordinary albino cat, pure white fur and the only color on it was it's red eyes, red eyes that never left her. She got up and walked around her small cell, and its eyes followed her.

Nor shivered, it seemed more like the cat was studying her then she studying the cat. Could you be an Animal? Nor thought suspiciously. She didn't think it was a Cat, it had never said anything to her, or showed any signs that it understood. But then again, she had never heard it meow or make any cat noises.

She just looked at it, and it looked back at her. It didn't move at all, except its eyes, if Nor moved, its eyes followed. She realized then, during her studying of the cat, why it unnerved her so much, it was the way it looked at her. The cat's gaze seemed to pierce through her body and see everything that was made up Nor. Everything. She shivered violently and discarded all thoughts about if it could understand, and think, and feel.

Then, for the first time since it visited her it took its eyes off her, it didn't only move its eyes, it moved its entire head, it moved in a way of urgency. The cat went rigid and its tail began to flick back and forth vigorously. Its ears were up and stiffened, and it went into a position of readiness to pounce on an unseen enemy. Nor couldn't see why, but the cat, or Cat, or whatever, was in a panic. It then left her windowsill for the first time while she was still awake. She finally saw how it did it too. It jumped from windowsill to windowsill on the small ledge of every window. From the looks of it though, it shouldn't be able to jump from the ledges, they were too small, way too small for that cat to be able to jump from one to another.

Then suddenly Nor felt it.

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