1Disclaimer: This is a little chapter I came up with to describe what Elphaba probably feels like at this time. If you don't like creepy Elphie, than I'm sorry. I just had to do it. We see way too much of perky, happy Elphie in the play, and not enough of angry, almost insane Elphaba. I like dark Elphaba better, so bear with me. I recommend setting "No Good Deed" on repeat for this chapter. It helped me write it.

Chapter 10: Sad? Furious

Elphaba raised a rock with her glowing hands and threw it into a tree, chanting the song she was making up to herself.

Here I stare, out my window long.

A bird of black sadly cries his song.

And these, my lyrics have just begun,

but already to me black is our sun.

She flung a boulder as far as it would go, throwing back her head and screaming wordlessly. A bird started out of a nearby tree, twittering and scolding her. She watched it flutter away, thinking of the next verse. She should write this down and have someone discover it, years from now, when she was dead and gone. Hah! That would be rich. The last momentum of the wicked witch of the west. Her wicked grin crept across her face. She loved the title "wicked witch of the west." It made her feel important.

What is freedom, so subtle and cruel,

when really we are like a mule.

Chained and burdened, who is the rule,

when we use the last of our fuel?

She gritted her teeth and threw her arm out, splintering a nearby tree. She closed her eyes as the shards whistled towards her, piercing the thick cloth on her black dress. Growling, she threw her arm out, making the shards fly away, though already dripping with blood. She got down on all fours like an animal and beat her fists against the ground.

Such hate, such rage, I can't contain.

Deep in my world I will remain.

Snug in my abyss where I am sane,

and the outside world cannot see my pain.

Raising her eyes towards heaven, she could feel tears threatening to spill from them. Damn tears! She couldn't cry! Blinking furiously she pounded on the ground and shouted, as if the devil could actually hear her.

Ruler from hell, can nothing you mend?

Down to death, I plead, me send.

Take not my love, nor my friend,

but life I beg, to them please lend.

She touched her forehead to the ground and repeated the last line, "but life I beg, to them please lend. Oh, Galinda, you're my only friend, I swear I'll help you see. Nessa, I will always treasure you, please forgive me for everything. Doctor Dillamond, I promise to help you however I can. Fiyero-" She stopped, then just whispered his name again, "Fiyero." Laying down in the middle of the clearing she had made with her tantrum she fell asleep, her hair flung around wildly and blood running from several wounds.

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Geez. I love crazy Elphie. She's fun. Tell me if you liked it or thought it was creepy. I thought it captured a little of the over-protective thing she has. With the promises and all that. That and the love story is really starting to take shape. Hehe . . .