8
(So it's time to return to Elphaba. I know, we left her hanging. So no longer.)
It was dark. I could feel the floor under my hand. It was cold. There was no one around me, and I was bound.
What had happened? I had gone to meet with Madame Morrible, but I didn't see her. I didn't see anyone to be honest. Had she done this to me? Surely not. Not if she truly wanted to be better.
My head was being lifted and I felt myself being forced to stand. "M-Madame?"
But it wasn't her voice that greeted me. "Hello Elphaba. Were you expecting her?"
I took in a sharp breath and scowled. "M-Mary? What are you doing? A-Are you working with her?"
"No Elphaba. I'm working with myself. I know your secret now. Why wouldn't you tell me?"
I shuddered. My veil was gone. "Well I didn't think it was important. Yes, I've always been green. No, I didn't do anything wrong. And no I'm not sick."
Mary scowled. "You didn't think it was important to tell your closest friend? Oh Elphaba. You won't believe it, but I found something in your friend's bag. It's a lie, I know that much now. And you will tell me everything if you want to get out of here and her not suffer." She showed me the first page and I frowned. "Is that her handwriting?"
My eyes widened as I read it. "No. It's… It's Glinda's, not Madame's."
She nodded. "And who is Glinda?"
I sighed, telling her that Glinda was my best friend and that I had missed her but that the war raging where I was from prevented me from returning. She let me talk, taking in y words with what I knew was excitement. I had learned that Mary liked to learn, one of the traits we shared. But as much as she did, I couldn't trust her with the truth. Not yet. And maybe never.
(So maybe Morrible is, for once in her life, trying to do something right. Or maybe she's just distracting Fiyero.)
