AN: Ok, so...yeah. Elphaba's starting to remember. Your philosophies have been confirmed. However, this may not mean as much as it will in later chapters. Meaning Elphaba is going to make you kind of mad. Her visions may be a little confusing too, so...yeah. Bear with me, and you can PM me for anything you don't understand. Happy belated Mother's day, and yes, ComingAndGoingByBubble, you are still grounded and I'm making this unpleasant partially because of your suckish chapter for the Main Attraction. Fiyeraba forever!
"Elphaba! Wait!" Fiyero's voice was barely heard above the lulling showers of rain and the groan of ozians ducking underneath their dress coats, but just barely. Even the dragon time clock chimed the six O clock hour heavily, as if groaning that time didn't have any point at this moment.
Elphaba ignored the sound of Fiyero's voice and walked faster, finally breaking into a run. When she was sure she lost him, she went into an alleyway and sat against the cold wall. She let the rain fall on her face and dress, watching it fall down on herself in tiny, taunting drops. She tried to ignore her fear of it all, but it became too much and she pulled her coat over her head.
"Elphaba! No!"
"I can! I can!"
"Shut up!" Elphaba screamed at her thoughts. "Shut UP!"
"Just follow my voice."
"My father is watching."
"Come on, now."
"Shut up! I don't care!" Elphaba clutched her head.
She hated visions. She truly, truly, hated them. They always came at the most terrible time. When Elphaba was younger, she used to call them dreams. She found them enchanting and wonderful. But now they were annoying. Now she wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. She felt anger stirring up inside her and she threw a hand out, her magic causing the trash can opposite her to fall over. She closed her eyes, and the trash can started to dent itself all over until it was a crumpled up hunk of metal.
She opened her eyes to see Fiyero, soaking wet and looking deeply concerned and livid, make this way down the alleyway and spot her. She rose to flee, but three steps and Fiyero had caught her, moving her to face him and bending his neck so that his face was very close.
"Elphaba," He whispered, "Just...why would you...have you lost your mind?"
Was that a joke? Of course she had! Just look at what had taken over her mind in the last couple hours!
"We need..." Fiyero looked around and took Elphaba by the arm, leaving the alleyway and seeking to ignore the cries of an old beggar:
"Ho! A man an' his own little love! Haven't you any money, gent?"
Fiyero tossed a coin to him out of his pocket before turning to face Elphaba again.
"What's gotten into you?" He asked, true concern edging his face. "why are you all...jumpy?"
Elphaba paused then as Fiyero waved a carriage down. She looked up to the sky (which was difficult, mind you, as all the rain sputtered down from billowing grey clouds) and thought about the many things she didn't know.
When she was three, she attempted to phone the police because her tooth fell out; in fourth grade she hadn't any idea what a crush was; she knew only the fact that she wanted to marry the boy in the fifth row, third seat; in her high academy she grew breasts before any of the others, and was called "Blooming Bud" by her classmates as well as teachers.
Yet..this feeling. Why, of all days would it come now? And what were the voices of small children?
"Fiyero," Elphaba finally said as they approached the carriage. "I want to get back. Perhaps then I can finally think."
Ok, I know that was sort of written in old english form. But I promise you, all I had to do was think back to the old british man's voice in my head from our audio tape story in English class this morning, and this is what I got. Not too bad, I hope?