Chapter 3
Slept...Permanent!
The night went better than expected, Frex let Elphaba stay up past 9:00 to finish the tourist book, and she used the extra time to write a letter to Nessa.
Dear Nessa,
You would not believe me, but it is true, today our father told me he loved me, and I exploded in his face about how it was all a show! Turns out, he meant it. I took out my anger on a series of unfortunate dishes, and father helped me clean up the mess. He knows about the book I bought, remember THE MUNCHKINS GUIDE TO VINKUS? I told him after dinner, and he is ok with it! He also helped me with my room, and he wants to ask you if you plan to live in Vinkus the rest of your life, otherwise we will turn your room into an office. I now have a snapshot of mother on my wall, the one where she has her hair whipped around and she is smiling, she is so beautiful, and father says that I take on after her.
Please write back as soon as possible
Yours truly
Elphaba
She folded the letter, placed it in an envelope, and set it on her bed stand, preparing to send it tomorrow. She turned off her lamp and lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, and smiling.
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Frex switched off his light, said goodnight to his wife's photo and went to sleep. He heard shuffling in the hall and thought that it was Elphaba, but when the thing that did the shuffling opened his door, he realized that it was most certainly not his daughter. This thing held up something that was long and sliver, it glinted in the dark and Frex's heart started to beat furiously. The thing came closer, and he pretended to be asleep, watching from the corner of his eye. It walked all the way to the bed and Frex pulled the covers up subconsciously. The thing pulled it down and Frex felt a cold, sharp object pierce his chest. A cold liquid seeped through the wound and he realized it was blood, that thing was an assassin. He tried to cry out to Elphaba but he couldn't, for some reason his body wouldn't let him. He fought and croaked one last word,
"Elphaba!" then he died, gone to live with his dead wife.
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At the sound of her name, Elphaba sat up, and immediately heard a loud shuffle down the hall. She got up when the shuffling stopped; there had always been a danger for the Thropps, and Elphaba dreaded that the threat was real. She ran into her father's room to find her father dead, murdered in his own bed. She fell on the floor next to him and cried for about ten minutes, then ran to her room to re write the letter to Nessa.
Dear Nessa,
You would not believe me, but it is true, today our father was murdered. Please it hurts me because just this morning we were friends, and now that is gone, Nessa I'm going to move to Vinkus, will you come to get me as soon as possible. I'm crying while I write this letter, Nessa, please I will explain more when I see you and Locke. Nessa I pray you wouldn't blame me for his death like he blamed me for our mothers.
Please come back as soon as possible
Yours sorrowfully
Elphaba
The letter was tearstained as she folded it up and enveloped it. She spent the rest of the night crying, and in the morning, she sent the letter to Nessarose Thropp and Locke Ceiles, praying that they would understand.
A/N: I know that it is short, but I cannot write much more about his death other than this. So take it or leave it!
