Disclaimer: Wicked isn't mine, but I'm sure glad its nothing like the movies I've had to watch and books I've had to read for CORE (humanities magnet program)
A/N- So here's the third chapter, read and review! A huge thank you, and cookies, for everyone who reviewed so far.
"A squirrel? What in Oz is a squirrel supposed to protect you from Artichoke?" Asked Avaric, glancing around to make sure no one was headed in their direction. Once he was satisfied, he returned his gaze to Elphaba.
"How in Oz was I supposed to know it'd turn into a squirrel?!" she asked in return but not expecting an answer.
"Well, it would be more fun to see you squirm you filth—"
Avaric's words were cut off by a swift punch to his neck. He gasped for breath to no avail. Elphaba had crushed his windpipe. But no, she wanted him to suffer as she had, and kicked him as hard as she could between the legs. The kick was aimed in the nether regions for two particular reasons: one, she wanted to make sure he could never do this again, and two, that much force would surely break his pelvis. Still, he didn't bleed much, so she threw a large stick into the air so that it came hurtling back towards her.
This time, her magic caused the stick to glow a greenish yellow tinge. Instead of simply dying down as it had done before, the light flared out in a sudden burst and was gone. The stick left behind an elegantly formed dagger. The blade was engraved with the OZ symbol—an overlapping O and Z—the handle itself was solid emerald. No lines or cracks anywhere, for it had been made from a single large chunk of emerald.
"These are for calling me artichoke," she stabbed the blade into his arms, so that blood began to stain the ground, "these are for attacking me," she dug the blade into his legs, "this are for taking something from me I can never get back," she directed the rest of her cuts to where her kick had been.
Avaric could not yell for help, Elphaba hadn't been able to. He bled from the back of his head and between his legs profusely, just as Elphaba had. The rest of his body was covered with cuts and bruises; twice as many as hers. She enjoyed watching him suffer from the thousand cuts. The wind blew a bit of dirt and he moaned in agony. Within a few seconds she had crushed his skull with the butt of the handle and slit his throat wide enough that one could see the muscle and spine and the shattered trachea.
Elphaba stood, her entire expression conveying her desire for revenge, even though she had just murdered hr attacker. Her emerald fingers curled around the dagger's handle so that the blade was positioned down. She was ready for anyone who might try to stand in her way.
"Fiyero, she's been gone too long, what if something happened?" Galinda said, biting her nails.
"I'm sure she'll be fine—"Fiyero replied glancing out the window.
"Go get her!" Galinda cut him off sharply.
He stood and she all but shoved him out the door.
"Elphaba, where are you?" Fiyero called once outside.
He walked towards the wall, knowing he had seen her over there other times before. She stood over something—a body, was it? Fiyero ran to the green girl's side, but put his hands up when she spun to face him. Dagger coated with blood raised high above her head, poised to strike.
"Elphaba," he gulped nervously, "put the dagger down…"
"Fine." She snapped, placing the bloodied weapon on the already bloodstained grass.
"I hated Avaric as much as—or more than—the next guy, but murdering him seems a bit too far."
"The 'bit too far' line was crossed when he RAPED ME! She screamed the last two words so that everyone at Shiz University could hear her.
"You do have a point there, but care to explain where you got that dagger from."
"Magic."
"Of course, but are you sure you want to advertise that other fact?"
"Shut up and help me find a place to put the body!"
"Fae—"
"What?!"
"You're beautiful when you're angry."
"What in Oz name Fiyero? Look at me! There is absolutely no way I could ever be beautiful!"
"Do you still want help or not with the body?" he switched back to the previous subject.
"Just…go away."
Fiyero went off, but swiftly climbed into a tree to observe her. Elphaba kicked the body of Avaric with disgust, still brandishing the dagger. She hoisted the corpse onto the top of the wall and pushed it over. On the other side of this particular area of the wall was a very deep well, deep enough that her attacker's corpse would take a very long time to be found. She was already the school freak due to her green skin and magic; why not add to the list murderer of rapists?
The blood proved much harder to get rid of. Not only because there was so much, but because it was on her as well. 'I wonder where that rock squirrel went. — Wait what? I'm thinking about a squirrel at a time like this?' Elphaba thought to herself suddenly. As if on some sort of cue, the squirrel came and sat in the middle of the pool of blood.
"Get out of here, go on! Shoo!" Elphaba aimed a kick at the squirrel, which it easily dodged.
The place the squirrel had been sitting was completely free of blood, and it didn't have a drop on it. In short, the squirrel could absorb blood and was loyal to Elphaba. Of course! Hadn't it been her blood and hair on the rock the squirrel came from. 'That explains a lot,' she thought to herself sarcastically, but still, the squirrel cleaned up the blood so that no one would have known what happened there.
"Umm, thanks, I guess…" she said, a tiny smile on her thin black lips as the squirrel disappeared once again.
Fiyero scrambled down the tree and ran over to where Elphaba stood. She turned and nearly stabbed him in the gut with her now clean dagger. He jumped back, a look of terror flashed across his face. She rolled her eyes and walked calmly back to her dorm, leaving Fiyero staring at the clean grass in disbelief.
With the dagger hidden in her underskirt, she knocked on the door of her and Galinda's dorm.
A/N- I enjoyed writing this, so I really hope you people enjoyed reading it. I like squirrels, don't ask why, I just do. So please review!
