Wicked
"Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka… eleka…" She stumbled over the words, and with a frustrated shriek, she hurled the Grimmerie across the room. It hit the stone wall and fell down onto the floor with a loud thump.
"Fiyero…" she whispered. She fell down onto her hands and knees, clenching her fists and driving her fingernails into the palms of her hands until they drew blood. "Fiyero, I'm so sorry…"
She had no idea what she was doing. She'd just started casting a spell that she felt might help him, but the truth was that she didn't know. The book never seemed to do what she wanted it to do. Had she saved Fiyero? Her lips pulled back in a sneer. Of course she hadn't saved him. She'd tried, yes. She had. But she had tried so many things in her life, none of which seemed to work. She couldn't save Doctor Dillamond. She couldn't save Nessa. She couldn't save Boq. What made her think she could save Fiyero?
She was wicked. That's what she was.
She angrily wiped her tears away and pushed herself back to her feet, her dark eyes glowing dangerously. "So be it then…" she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. "So be it." She closed her eyes as she pressed her fingernails deeper into her skin. A few drops of blood glided down her palm and dripped onto the floor, but she didn't even notice it.
"M-Miss?" Chistery slowly approached her, apprehensively looking at her.
She growled. "I'm wicked," she hissed. "Wicked through and through."
The Monkey tugged at her dress, looking up at her with sad eyes, but she shook him off. "He's gone, Chistery," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. "He's dead. I failed again – I killed him." She turned around with a swish of her black skirts, striding across the room and stepping out onto the balcony. The cool air blew across her skin, but it did nothing to calm her down.
She could see the Emerald City glistening in the distance and her eyes narrowed. Suddenly fuming with rage, she threw her head back in her neck and yelled at the top of her lungs, "You want a Wicked Witch? Fine! You'll get a Wicked Witch!"
She turned around again, her eyes darker than Chistery had ever seen them. "Chistery," she said in a low voice. "Bring me the farm girl."
She looked over her shoulder for a moment, gazing towards the east, where she knew Munchkinland to be.
"I want those damned shoes."