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A/N- Yay! Here's chapter four for ya! Please R&R.
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"Elphie! You're back!" Galinda squealed when she opened the door to admit her green roommate.
"First off, it's Elphaba. Not Elphie. Second, don't be so happy, I just killed someone."Elphaba returned striding into the room, eyes like a hawk.
The small blonde's expression blanked. Had she heard what her roommate said correctly? Did Elphie really kill someone? 'But...she doesn't have any blood on her anymore,' she thought, 'and she left her oils here, so how did she get cleaned up. More importantly, who did she kill?' Galinda went and sat on her bed, legs swinging rhythmically, mouth slightly agape.
"Blech! Ack! Petewie!" she spit out a moth that had landed on her tongue, "Eww! Eww! Ewwwww! That is disgusting! O dear—!"
Elphaba watched the blonde run into the bathroom and snickered quietly to herself. She shuddered not at the sound of Galinda emptying the contents of her stomach, but the running water. She hated water. She hated how dark and gloomy it made days. She hated its wetness. She hated the feel of it on her emerald green flesh. She hated even thinking about it. 'I wonder how Nessa would take the fact that I just killed someone,' she was grateful for the thought, for it kept her mind off the terrible water, 'knowing how religious she is, she'd declare eternal damnation on my soul. The only problem with that is: I have no soul.'
"The phrase 'you're catching flies,' might have been useful to you if I had recalled that before a moth went in your mouth," she offered as Galinda came out of the bathroom.
"Gee, thanks…"she mumbled sitting on her frilly pink bed cross-legged. Her lips clenched together.
The green girl removed the dagger from her underskirt to examine it more closely. The emerald handle had no hilt, which made it easier to conceal. The butt of the handle had a tiny ruby in it. Almost too small to see, but a scratch with one of her green nails revealed it clearly was not dried blood. The blade narrowed towards the end to a very sharp point. Elphaba sat on her own bed and tapped it very lightly to test how sharp it really was. A small ruby colored bubble of blood formed on the end of her finger. She sucked the blood off and pressed it against the fabric of her dress.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Who is it?" Galinda piped up at the sound of someone rapping sharply on the door.
"Fiyero—"
"Don't come in!" Elphaba screeched, shoving the dagger under her pillow, a wild look in her eyes.
"Elphie, of course he can come in," she opened the door for the prince.
In the short amount of time, Elphaba had managed to climb on top of her roommate's very large wardrobe. Thank goodness it was bolted to the wall. The dust was no problem and the creepy crawlies were easily dealt with by boot. She observed the two from her perch, barely moving. She felt as though she could melt into the wall and the top of the wardrobe and just hide from the world. That was exactly what she wanted to do: hide. The fact of the murder she had committed began to sink in more deeply. True, she had taken another's life, but hadn't he also taken something from her. Through her justification of her actions, she felt no remorse for what she had done.
"Where is Elphaba exactly?" Fiyero asked glancing around the room with a bemused expression.
"Up here." She said simply as he looked around to find where her words had come from.
He smiled, relieved, "What are you doing up there?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Do you need help getting down?"
"Did I ask for your help?"
"Why are you so snippety?"
"What is this? Twenty Questions?!"
"Can I stay?"
"Did I ask you to leave yet?"
"Is that a yes?"
"Who knows?"
"Will you two both just stop!" Galinda put in before Fiyero could answer with another question.
"Why should we?"
"Why do you keep answering with questions?"
"Well, why did you answer with a question?"
"What? Did I just? Oh…"
"Is there something wrong with answering questions with questions?" Fiyero came back into the 'conversation'.
"Why would there be anything wrong with that?"
"What time is it?"
"Why?"
"Is it close to curfew?"
"Drat! Where's the clock?"
"Have you looked on the wall behind you?"
"Why didn't I think of that?"
"Maybe it's because you have a head injury?"
"Who said that's got anything to do with it?"
"I didn't. Did you Fiyero?"
"How long can we keep this up?"
"Wouldn't how long have we been doing this be a better question?"
"Curfew is nine, right?"
"Yes. Is it close to nine?"
"Is 8:37 close to nine?"
"Do you really need to ask that question?"
"Who's asking?"
"Didn't I just ask that?"
"Elphaba, why are you still up there?"
"What would you say if I said I couldn't get down?"
"Do you want some help?"
"Did I ask for your help?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Alright, this has gone on long enough. Yes, I need help getting down; no, I don't trust you." Elphaba brought an end to the questioning.
"Sure took you long enough!" Galinda snapped.
"You were asking questions too." Fiyero said calmly.
"Move," Elphaba called from where she sat. She leapt for the nearest bed, Galinda's, and landed in a way that would make a cat proud.
"I thought you said you needed help getting down."
"Getting down implies climbing, I never said I had a problem with jumping off."
She stood and gave herself a cursory brushing. The bathroom door slammed behind her, shaking the wall with its impact. She listened as Fiyero left to return to his own dorm, slipping off her boots in silence. Moments later, she stood naked, her raven black hair reaching to her waist, draped over her shoulders; it covered her like a cloak. From a shelf in the cabinet a bottle of bathing oil was withdrawn. Elphaba applied the oil expertly to her green skin, as it was quickly absorbed. Her hair was a different matter, for oil would bead up and require a large amount of brushing to get out. So she used baking soda. The white powder needed only to be given a light dusting on her scalp, a quick brush through, and a run through of emerald fingers through midnight tresses to remove the sharp contrast of white on black.
Once finished she gazed at herself in the floor length mirror. On the outside she was technically physically clean, but she felt disgusting. It didn't' matter, she had always been disgusting to everyone around her. If she was psychologically warped, so be it, let them have their fun. She would show them, she would show them all one day what happens when someone messes with her. She had no remorse, for she had no emotions, and emotions come from the soul, of which she had none.
A/N- I really enjoyed writing this chapter too, you want to know how much I enjoyed it? I stayed up until 2:30AM to finish it and post it.
