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The Witch of the Emerald City
Kirra White Tigress
Chapter One:
Concentrate. That's all I need to do to make this work, she thought. She held the object firmly in her hand, keeping one eye closed as she centered in on her target. The girl muttered incoherent words under her breath as she tried to remain focused, occasionally stopping to blow a piece of dark hair out of her face. She wound her arm back in a wide circle while still clutching the item tightly in her hand, then snapped it forward.
It was all over in a matter of seconds.
She ducked below the window sill just in time to hear the inevitable splat and scream of shock and terror. Her blue eyes looked over to see her latest accomplishment, if she had even succeeded. Laughter overtook her the moment she saw the green paint running down the blonde woman's face, and she didn't even bother to hide herself. It was all too priceless!
The girl heard the grumbles of anger, a curse or two following, but no trace of the need for revenge was detected. She smiled as she got another paint bomb ready. That would show the people of Oz who they were dealing with. Now they would be the ones criticized for having skin as green as sin. At least for a few days, that is—the paint she used was made to attach onto flesh and not come off unless they washed themselves properly.
She shuddered at the thought of water and went to gather the supplies for another batch of her weapons. Memories flooded her mind of how her life used to be, a life without this dreadful curse of her skin tone. She used to have a life before all this. She used to have a name and a real home, someone that loved her—or at least tried to— it seemed. Now she was nothing but a shadow on the wall of society. A green shadow, but a shadow nonetheless.
Her life at the mauntery was nothing but an image in her mind. She was born there, raised there, even named there. Two out of three of those things were by a woman named Sister Saint Aelphaba. Sister Aelphaba called her Liira, a name similar to a boy who also resided there but did not have as much significance. The strange maunt didn't seem to talk much, but when she did it was of things that used to be. She used to go to school when she was younger, she even had a friend that she talked about all the time—someone named Galinda, was it? This all went on until the green-skinned woman just disappeared from Liira's life forever.
After that, everything went downhill. Liira's skin began to change its color, and her original aversion to water increased. Eventually she left her home to try to find another. Luckily she found this old apartment, and besides the large bloodstain in the bedroom it was actually quite comfortable. Eight years had passed since her new beginning, making her about eighteen years old. She was now more comfortable with the way she was. Now her time was spent torturing the lives of the ones who had tortured her.
Liira went back to the window with twelve paint bombs in her arms. She set eleven to the side and wound her arm back to catch someone randomly. But then she stopped when she saw her. It was another one of those foolish assemblies set up by the leader of Oz, Glinda the Good. Perfect target, she thought as she took aim. Of course, she had never actually seen her, but that didn't really matter anyway, now did it? It didn't matter if she was royalty. The higher they are the better. Revenge is mine….
"Fellow Ozians…."
The green girl stopped in mid-throw, her body hanging halfway out the window, at the sound of the voice. She didn't have enough time to regain her balance as she suddenly fell out. Liira quickly repositioned her body so that her feet were pointed to the ground, and she caught a flagpole as she passed. She let out a breath of relief as her world stopped falling—or rather she did—and she gracefully dropped the rest of the way down. The paint bomb was nowhere to be seen.
Liira brushed herself off, trying to still her beating heart in the process. It was official: that was the last time she was going to do something like that again. I'm going to laugh if I end up doing this again next week, Liira thought. She then realized that she couldn't hear anyone speaking besides the whispering and murmuring of the crowd. Liira looked up to see what was going on, and she immediately regretted her action.
Standing in front of her, their backs to the whispering crowd, were two Gale Force guards who did not look happy. A blonde-haired woman stood in between them. Oh shit….
Glinda the Good was staring right at her, a look of complete and utter shock on her beautiful face.