Well, someone asked me if I would continue this story, so I have. I also did it because I want to do more WICKED fanfics (considering I wouldn't be on this site without them). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy. Unlike Chapter One, this part is from Elphie's perspective, just to mix things up.
Elphaba had come as soon as she could tear herself away from Fiyero. She hated leaving him behind; hated abandoning that bittersweet moment when all her dreams had come true and nothing else mattered.
But suddenly, a house had started flying through the sky and some deep feeling in her gut had told Elphaba her sister was in danger. Although she wished she could lie in Fiyero's arms forever, she couldn't abandon the mantra that had been drilled into her for as long as she could remember: 'Nessa comes first'.
On her arrival in Munchkinland she spotted Glinda, kneeling in front of the farmhouse that had blown in with the tornado, sobbing. Yes, Glinda was the only friend she'd ever had and as much as she loved Fiyero, she hated pulling him away from Glinda. But Nessarose was dead; squashed flat as a pancake and Elphaba was in no mood to give Glinda any sympathy.
"I do not believe we have anything further to say to one another," Glinda said briskly. She stood up, facing the farmhouse; avoiding Elphie's eye.
"I wanted something to remember her by. And all that is left were those shoes," Elphaba screeched. If Glinda thought she had arrived at the scene and not noticed that Nessarose's beautiful jewelled shoes were missing she was sorely mistaken. "And now that wretched little farmgirl has walked off with them."
She marched past Glinda and stood right in front of the farmhouse. "So I would appreciate some time alone to say goodbye to my sister." She dropped to knees and began to sob herself. "Oh, Nessa, please, please, please forgive me..."
She was so wound up with grief that she barely remembered Glinda was there, until she said: "Elphie, you mustn't blame yourself. It's dreadful, it is, to have a house fall on you, but accidents will happen."
That was the final straw for Elphaba. "You call this an accident?" she roared, whirling around to face Glinda.
"Well, maybe not an accident," Glinda mumbled, biting her lip. She could see Elphie was about to go flying off the handle; and wanted to cause as few waves as possible.
"Well what would you call it?" Elphaba shot back.
"Well...a regime change," Glinda stammered, trying to find words that would keep Elphie calm. "Caused by a bizarre and unexpected twister of fate."
By now Elphaba was getting very fed up. Glinda's dumb-blonde act wasn't going to be getting her any favours right now. "Oh, so you think cyclones just appear, out of the blue?"
"Well, I don't know," Glinda said. "I never really-"
"Of course you didn't," Elphaba screamed. "You're too busy telling everybody how 'wonderful' everything is."
"Well, I'm a public figure now," Glinda countered softly. "People expect me to-"
"LIE?"
"BE ENCOURAGING! And what exactly have you been doing, besides riding around on that filthy old thing?" she dared.
"Well, we can't all come and go by BUBBLE!" Elphaba yelled. "Whose invention was that? The Wizard's?" She scoffed. "Even if it wasn't I'm sure he'd still take credit for it."
Now it was Glinda's turn to be fed up. "Well, a lot of us have been taking things that don't belong to us, aren't we?" Her voice was way too sweet and Elphaba could exactly what was up. It was about Fiyero.
"Now wait just a clock-tick," she said. "I know it must be difficult for that blissful blonde brain of yours to comprehend that someone like him could actually choose someone like me. But it's happened, okay? It's real. And you can wave that ridiculous wand all you want; you can't change it! He never really belonged to you, he doesn't you and he never did. He loves me!"
Glinda couldn't take it any longer and before Elphie knew what was happening her so called 'best friend' and ex-roommate Glinda the Good had slapped her hard across the cheek. She threw back her head and cackled with laughter.
"Feel better?" she asked Glinda.
"Yes, I do," Glinda announced.
"Good," bellowed Elphaba, slapping Glinda's pale cheek. "So do I!"
Backing up to face her, Glinda twirled her wand around skilfully. Elphaba followed suit, clutching her broom with both hands and used it to fend off the girl opposite her. This image didn't last long; after charging only a few paces towards each other, both Glinda and Elphie had dropped the 'weapons' and had launched into a full on catfight.
Glinda had just pulled Elphaba's hat off her head when some members of the Gale Force arrived. Elphaba didn't have time to count them, as they grabbed her arms tightly, forcing her to abandon her petty act with Glinda.
"Stop, let me go," she cried out defensively.
"Oh, let me go," Glinda said teasingly. "I almost had her."
"Sorry it took us so long to get here Miss," a guard said to Glinda.
Glinda nodded ever so slightly at the guard, averting Elphie's eyes and hoping she hadn't noticed. But Elphaba saw it all. This was all planned. The tornado, the confrontation with Glinda, Nessa's death had all been a trap to lure the guards to her.
"I can't believe you would sink this low," she told Glinda. "To use my sister's death as a trap to capture me."
Glinda began to say something, but her words were drowned out by those of someone else. The Captain of the Guard.
Fiyero had just swung in on a rope and was aiming his rifle straight at his fellow soldiers, who were clutching Elphaba tightly.
"Let the green girl go!" he commanded.
Glinda looked at Fiyero quizzically, but he merely pointed his rifle at the soldiers again. "I said let her go!" he shouted. "Or explain to all of Oz how the Wizard's guards watched while Glinda the Good was slain."
Glinda's jaw dropped. Even Elphaba's breath caught just for a moment.
Elphaba felt the grip against her arms go slack.
"Elphaba go, now!" Fiyero screamed at her.
She thought over the situation. She was a fugitive; an infamous villain; a witch, and Fiyero, prince of the Winkies, Captain of the Guard and fiancé to Glinda the Good had convinced Gale Force soldiers to release her. Who knew what they would to him now?
"No, not without you," she begged.
Glinda tried to protest, but Fiyero silenced her, once again telling Elphaba to leave. She hesitated for a moment before grabbing her broom, catching her hat, from Glinda and running away as fast as her feet would carry her.
She heard screams as she mounted the broom and headed for Kiamo Ko. The guards mixed with Glinda's mixed with Fiyero's. Whatever was happening back in Munchkinland was not good.
For too long Elphaba had tried to speak out. But she was never going to achieve anything. All of Oz despised her and she was green. She would never be making good.
But she couldn't lose Fiyero. Before she succumbed to the fate Oz had dealt her she had to right this final wrong.
"I'll save you Fiyero," she whispered. "I promise."
