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Just a warning: this chapter is a high T for Wara.
Chapter 7
Sara
I honestly don't know how long it took us to get to Winkie Country, but boy, it was a glorious ride! It was like riding a motorcycle, except in the air. I thought of the Halloween decorations I would see every year in Charleston, and I realized that I looked like that now. I had it all: the broomstick, the black dress and pointy hat, the cape, and, of course, I was green. This idea delighted me so much that I decided to complete the effect, and I let out a loud, high cackle. I immediately regretted it when Willie almost fell off the broom. I quickly landed us in a clearing near an abandoned castle.
"Sorry, sorry!" I exclaimed. "I just felt in the mood to do my Margret Hamilton impression!"
"You're really embracing this witch thing, aren't you?"
"Might as well. Less work that way, right?"
"You know what's funny? When I saw Margret Hamilton in The Wizard of Oz, I thought green skin was pretty weird and ugly. But now, on you, it's gorgeous!"
"I don't mind it one way or the other, but our perception of beauty is whacked out, because Willie, I miss your face." And then I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see his new face when I kissed him. I never thought I would live long enough to find love, get married, and have children. This didn't disturb me, my life expectancy was simply different from most people's. I hated how happy I was to be free from that. But then I realized I wasn't. I gasped.
"What is it?" Willie asked, concerned.
"I'm going to die," I said tonelessly.
"Sara …"
"Yes! Dorothy Gale is going to come. And she's going to save the day, and melt the Wicked Witch of the West. Me. You should go, Willie. Didn't you say you replaced a prince?"
"Sara, if you're going to die, I'm going to be right by your side when you do. Fiyero Tigulaar's kingdom can screw it. Now, we're on first base. I wanna ask you if you want to move a little way toward second base. Is that cool with you?"
"Sure." No! What the hell was I doing?! Sara Buchanan didn't sleep with men, or women, or anyone! Sara Buchanan was a free agent! Yet, here I was, unbuttoning his oxford, allowing him to lift my dress over my head. Undergarments were peeled off like orange peels, leaving both of us completely exposed. All coherent thoughts left me as Willie penetrated my most private part. My heart was beating so loud, I couldn't hear myself scream. The pain was gone; all I felt was waves of ecstasy up and down my body. We stayed in that field for a long time.
"I have an idea!" I exclaimed, sitting up. "Let's bomb the Wizard's palace!"
"Okay," Willie said, as if he helped witches bomb palaces every day. "How do we go about doing that?"
"I found a spell in that big book, the Grimmerie," I said. "Sneaked a peak at it during sorcery class. Then, I set a tree on fire while you were catnapping on the broom. It works. See? Elika flamma!" Willie jumped as a bush near him burst into flames.
"Whoa, Sara!" he exclaimed. "You're getting good at this magic stuff!"
"Why, thank you, Your Highness!"
Before we set off for the Emerald City, we parked our stuff in the castle. The guards believed Willie to be their prince, and me to be … his unwise but tolerable choice of partner. "Our prince loves you," one of them said to me. "So, we'll just go ahead and obey your every whim, Miss Thropp, just in case you're going to be our princess."
"Oookaaay," I said slowly. "I'm not sure I'm princess material, but sure, obey me if you feel like it." They had either not heard the news about me, or they simply did not care. Fine by me.
Flying high above Oz, it did not take us long to reach the Emerald City. I knew I had to be at least somewhat terrifying. I was the Wicked Witch of the West, after all. "Elika magnum vocem," I recited. "PEOPLE OF OZ, SHUT UP FOR A SEC! IF YOU DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STOP ME, NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU! THAT IS A PROMISE! HELP ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE, BUT I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THE WIZARD AND MORRIBLE ARE BOTH DEAD! SURRENDER, YOU FOOLS! ELIKA PARVUM VOCEM. Willie, let's do this!"
"You go, Sara!"
"Elika flamma! Elika flamma! Elika flamma!" Balls of fire flew toward the Wizard's palace. People were running about, panicked, because of me. For a girl who's been pitied all her life, being feared was the best feeling in the world.
We zoomed through a hole, and into the palace. I was on my way to the throne room, when I heard a voice. "Sara! Are you completely out of your mind?" I landed to see a very distressed Jean. "Yvonne's the governor of Munchkinland now. She's going all Stalin on the Munchkins. And now you're behaving positively … wicked! Why am I the only sane one around here?!"
"I guess the Crosstown Cripple can't afford to go insane, can she?"
"Would you stop calling me that?! Look, the Wizard and Madame Morrible are willing to forgive. Please, Sara! You're my best friend. Let's embrace this together!"
"They may be willing to forgive," I said, mounting my broom. "But I'm not. Let's go, Willie!" We flew forward, sending fireballs in our wake. The door to the throne room burnt down, revealing a very surprised Wizard and Clown Lady. The Wizard immediately took on a jovial tone.
"Ah, Miss Elphaba!" he exclaimed. "What a pleasant surprise! And Master Fiyero as well! What a treat!"
"Shut up, Animal Hitler!" I spat. "Elika flamma!" I aimed straight for the Wizard, but to my horror, Morrible ran into the line of fire, and deflected my fireball with a shield. It shot back towards me and Willie, barely missing us. Instead, it hit a cage, releasing about two dozen monkeys. That gave me an idea. "Elika fugio ex periculum!" Nothing happened; they just ran out of the throne room before anyone could do anything.
"You are talented, Miss Elphaba," she said with a smile. "But, dearie, you still have a lot to learn. Seize them." Guards I hadn't even realized were there now held me tight around the waist. Shit. But, believe me, I struggled. Yes, Sara Buchanan didn't go down without a fight.
Suddenly, I heard a gun go off. My heart flew up as I saw Willie pointing a rifle at Morrible's chest. "Let the green girl go," he said murderously. "Or your precious Madame Morrible will be in the ground." What a noble idiot!
"Let her go," the Wizard said quietly. Like with Dr. Dillamond's removal, it all happened so fast. I was released, Willie dropped his gun to the floor, and then it was Willie who was beyond hope of escape.
"Sara, go!" he hollered. "I can deal with this! Go!" I should not have gone, but there I was, flying high above the Emerald City, then into the Vinkus, through the highest window in my new castle. To my surprise, the monkeys were there, with wings! The spell had actually worked! But now I needed another spell, because Willie was probably getting tortured, and he was probably going to die, and it was definitely all my fault.
"Elika muta locum!" No, that caused a small earthquake. "Elika ex morte!" That simply revived a bunch of dead ants on the windowsill. I would try one more, and if that didn't work, I would curl up in a corner until they came to kill me. "ELIKA NAHMEN NAHMEN AH TUM AH TUM ELIKA NAHMEN! WILLIE!" That was it. Sara Buchanan was over. I was the Wicked Witch of the West.
So that's that. Another cliffie, but I'm pretty sure you know what's happening to Willie. ;)
Cheers,
Elle Dottore
