A/N: Sorry I haven't updated- I need to stop apologizing so much, yeesh, I'm disgusting myself- but DING DONG, THE ODYSSEY PROJECT IS nearly DEAD! That starts me on a whole new train of thought about what would happen if a house fell on my sister…who I'm mad at…actually, this isn't her fault…my dad was all obsessive over her making Bronze Honor Roll. I make high school honor roll every quarter, and no one makes a fuss…you know what? This will help me with my monologue…I get to be green Saturday! YES!

Disclaimer: Sadist, sadist…

Water.

It's beautiful in the sunlight, dappled with gold piercing the clear liquid, a pattern unmatched by any human hands could make.

In the rain, it's icy and cold, and it cleanses the world, and after the storm, it bands together every color there is and throws them across the sky.

It takes on different forms, but it remains the same.

It's inside every one of us. (Is it in me?)

It hangs in the air. (How do I breathe?)

It rained the day I was born. But for years after that, no water touched the fields of Munchkinland, except during Nessarose's birth.

Is it odd?

Incredibly.

I was born in the rain, that much I know, and that I was born outside.

But I don't know if I got wet.

I only know that if you throw a baby in the water, it's supposed to know, instinctively, how to swim.

But, instinctively, I avoided the problem altogether.

I remember being all but two years old, and so afraid of water I'd never go near the lake until, one night, I did, in search of a place where I could see a deeper danger. But that's not important right now, at this moment.

What's important is:

I wasn't afraid to touch hot glass.

I wasn't afraid of falling.

I wasn't afraid of the dark.

I wasn't afraid of the woods.

I wasn't afraid of Tigers or Dragons.

People say all fear is learned.

Well, then where did I learn to be afraid of WATER?

He took a bucket full of water, an eyedropper, a spoon, a bowl.

I tried to laugh. It didn't work.

A sick feeling bubbled up in my stomach. What if…No! Elphaba! Be positive!

Ew. I could not believe I'd just thought that. It was something Glinda would say. Glinda…I wondered, now, if I'd ever see the bubbly spoiled little society girl again. I'd been resigned to never seeing any of them again, but now…

Focus, Elphaba.

"You know," I said. "the purpose of torturing someone is generally to gain information from them."

"Ah, Miss Elphaba," he answered. "Are you really still so naïve as to believe that everything is done for a purpose?"

"Some kind of a purpose," I replied. "Even just satisfying your sick, twisted, sadism. And I am not naïve."

"Hm," he said. "Well, what you think won't matter in a few moments."

"So that's it," I asked. I wanted to plead, to beg for him to wait until the baby was born, but there was no way in hell I was letting him see that. "You're just going to kill me? To be honest, I'm disappointed in you," I went on. "I'd expected you to do one of the truly twisted things you mentioned earlier."

"I'm sorry to let you down," he said. "But then, we don't know just what this water will do to you, do we? Will you die instantly? Will it scald your skin down to nothing? Will you come a normal color? Will you melt away, and if you do, will your monstrous little fetus lie there in a bloody puddle of water and amniotic fluid? I'm rather curious."

"You're sick." I spat at him. "You're disgusting. You're a psychopath!"

He laughed a horrible, terrible laugh.

"Maybe," he said. "After all, I am your father."

I projectile vomited all over him.