Wicked Goodness: Seeking Help
"Theodora, what's going on?" Oz asks me. He steps forward and lowers my hand. I look away, breathing hard as I fight the wickedness. It hurts when he touches me. Memories flood into my head.
"Theodora…we can't do anything unless you tell us." Glinda says softly.
"Glinda, Oz, I need your help, please." I whimper a little as the pain slowly increases.
"Theodora, what do you mean?" Glinda comes closer. I jerk my hand from Oz's grip. I grasp the place where his hand had inhabited.
"I don't want to wicked. I…ahhh!" I step back. The pain reminds me of when Evanora turned me evil.
"Theodora!" Oz tries to get close to me, but I push him back.
"Please, Oz, don't get near me!" I pant as I meet his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. I…" I stop because I have to fight back the wickedness. It's finding footholds in my mind.
"Theodora….I know you don't want to hurt me….but I can help you." Oz lowers his voice to a whisper.
"Oz…."Glinda says. She steps forward and places her hand on my shoulder. "I can try to reverse the spell. I don't know if it will work or not." She says to me. "Do you want me to try?" I don't answer for a moment because I am fighting. The wickedness in me wants to shoot Glinda with some of my fire magic. The goodness in me is fighting to find my voice and say yes.
"NO! YES!" I step away and punch the wall. I find control and turn around. "Please Glinda, make it stop. I can't take it anymore." I, practically, beg.
"Alright." Glinda nods. She steps back and walks across the room. Oz steps back and watches with a look of concern. "I can't promise that this won't hurt."
"I know. Please Glinda, before I lose control." I look at Oz for a moment. The Great Wizard's face brings back memories and I start losing control. I try to stop it but my hand lights with magic. The red fire burns brightly with rage and hate. I fight it as hard as I can.
"Theodora….Glinda, do it now!" The Great Wizard says. It's too late. The wickedness fires the dark magic straight at Oz and Glinda.
"NO!" I scream.