Bro'mance

Chapter 54

Necromancer

AN: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! And yes I killed Siefer! Ha! Sorry, just had to get that off my chest. Special shout outs go to Fae the Queen, Maddy, Mad-Idina-Fan98, Elphaba-WWW, James Birdsong, Elphaba'sGirl, NiatheWickedLover, TBLewis, L8zlytnwer, and Woodland98. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and for your continued support. Next chapter up soon. Thank you all again and God Bless!

The King of the Glikkus sneered at the rotting corpse, still sizzling on the charred stake. Siefer's body had been burned to near unrecognition; his skin was charred, flaking like coal to the bone, burned pieces of cloth hung from his body, flapping in the breeze. A light breeze swept past him, stealing away a few shredded pieces of cloth.

Reeling back, he spat on Siefer's smoldering corpse. A sniff and he turns and glares at his Captain of the Guard. A growl and he reaches out and grabs the Captain by the shirt collar.

"Where is she!?" bellows the King, as he pulls him closer.

"We searched the grounds your Highness…the Princess is nowhere to be seen" replies the Captain, his eyes shimmer with fear at the near closeness of the King's face.

"Those savages have taken the Princess prisoner" sneers the King. Pushing the Captain away, the King steps back, his icy glare never leaving Glijkin. "Send a search party out, hunt the surrounding forest and beyond! I want those Winkie savages heads on a stake!" booms the King.

Snapping to attention, the guards one by one salute the King, before snapping their heels together. A crack and the guards disperse in different directions, each man brandishing a weapon of malice. Smiling, the King watches as his men disappear into the forest.

"My Lord?" came a voice.

"What in the sweet name of the Glikkus!" gasps the King. Startled, he stumbles back, his fat, pudgy hand flies up to his chest.

A man stands before the King, or what he could only guess was a man, for the person's face was concealed beneath a heavy hood, darkness shrouded his features. The dark blue of his cloak fell over the man's shoulders, and billowed out a few inches off the ground.

"Who are you?" asks the King surprised.

"My Liege" bows the hooded man. The King watches as the figures arms rise, its long sleeves dip, the ends barely brushing against the ground. A graceful gesture, and one arm crosses against the figures chest, as the other rises high in the air. "I am one called a Necromancer…a Master in the Arts of the Dead" his voice was gravely, icy and course, making the King shiver in both disgust and fear.

"Necromancer" pouting out his fat lip, the King's eyes roll skyward as his fat fingers rise and caress his chin. A pregnant pause and the King's eyes snap back to the hooded man. "I've heard of you…you can call forth the Dead to do your bidding"

"Aye…I can call forth the Dead…as I can raise them as well" chortles the hooded figure.

"And" sniffing the King quirks a hairy eyebrow at the figure standing tall before him. "How does that help me?"

"I can call forth a servant to aid you in your quest to finding your lost Princess" answers the figure, his voice scratchy, making the King's skin crawl in revulsion.

"Who?" asks the King, curiosity shining in his dull, ruddy eyes.

A wicked chuckle and the Necromancer turned towards Siefer's smoldering body.

"But…he's dead!" gasping, the King's eyebrows rise high to his hairline.

"His spirit has flown to the afterlife…leaving his body vulnerable to my power…I can manipulate the raw material…the faded spark, still flickering within…he knows the Princess…and will find her much faster than your imbecilic dunderheads you call guards could accomplish"

"Now wait just a minu-" protests the King, but stills as the Necromancer throws out his arm towards him, a darkened glow, pulses around his black gloved hands.

A dark chuckle and the Necromancer turns towards Siefer's garroted body. The glow once emanating around his hands slowly vibrates around his smoldering remains, growing stronger with each pulse of magick. A spark and Siefer's head snaps up, and his eyes open.

The King gasps and stumbles back. Crashing to the ground, his legs rise and tuck against his chest, and his breath hitches high in his throat, for the former Crowned Prince of the Vinkus's eyes were not the same, they were dead, and glassy; like icy pearls shimmering in the last splints of the dawns early light.

"By the name of the Fairy Queen Lurline" breathes the King.

Silence passes and Fiyero stands tall before the cliff, his eyes unable to leave the smoldering remains of his brother, still half tied to the post. His heart twisted tight in his chest, knowing what Siefer had sacrificed, and all in the name of love.

He…he gave his life for us…he sacrificed himself so Fae could survive…

Suddenly, Fiyero stiffens, a voice from the past, echoes loud in his mind. Doubling over, his hands fly to his head. His eyes clamp tight, and his lips curl into an agonizing sneer.

Mark my words boy…stay with her…and your death is assured…you and any who stand by her side shall fall into darkness!

Gasping, Fiyero's legs give beneath him. Crumpling to the ground, he weakly lowers his head to the ground as agonizing pain slices through his skull.

Heed my warning…your death will come by her hands…

The pain disperses. Gasping, Fiyero weakly lifts his gaze back to the smoldering remains of the funeral pyre. His heart thunders in his chest, and his breathes come out hard, and raggedy, Frex's words still rippling across his mind.

"He was right" whispers Fiyero brokenly. A strangled cry and Fiyero is knocked from his thoughts. Turning, his eyes soften at the sight of Elphaba, kneeling on the ground, her long raven hair billowing wildly around her. His heart twisted, seeing the emptiness, the hollowness shimmer in her eyes.

She killed the one she loved to save him…

Footsteps pound the ground. Jerking his gaze away, Fiyero's eyes widen at the sight of the large platoon of guards, marching their way, the gleam of death, sparkling in their eyes.

Rising to his feet, he awkwardly stumbles to Elphaba's side.

"Fae…Fae we have to move!" cries Fiyero.

"Sie-Sie" whimpers Elphaba brokenly. A whistle of a breeze and a few loose strands of raven hair billow in front of her face.

Falling to her side, his hands reach out and grasp firmly onto Elphaba's sagging shoulders.

"Elphaba…I know your hurting…I know your lost and broken…but you have to snap out of it…you have to move…for Siefer" breathes Fiyero, his breath soft, and tinged with pain.

Fiyero watches as Elphaba's body stiffens. A growl and her head snaps to the right, her dead eyes glare maniacally back at him, stealing his breath and wrenching his heart all the more.

Her lips curl into an acidic snarl and rising high on her hunches, reaches out towards Fiyero. Angrily, the palms of her hands slam against his chest, a blast of magick, and the Prince of the Vinkus is hurled back.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME YOU BASTARD!" roars Elphaba.

"Elphie please" whimpers Galinda.

"NO!" turning, she glares at the blonde, before snapping her attention back at Fiyero's crumpled form. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SENTENCED YOUR BROTHER TO DIE BY THE WITCHES FIRE!"

"Fae…no"

"DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT!" icily, her hand rises, green sparks of electricity flicker at the tip of her fingers. A snarl and she shoots her hand out towards Fiyero. A flash of light and the emerald lightning strikes his body.

Galinda watches in horror as Fiyero's body lurches high off the ground. His arms flail and his legs thrash violently, kicking up dirt and rocks.

"Elphie stop!" cries Galinda.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE WHO BURNED! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE SMOKING ON THE FUNERAL PYRE! NOT SIEFER!" bellows Elphaba. A snap of her wrist and the electricity increases.

"E…Elphaba…please" whimpers Fiyero weakly. Stiffening, he throws his head back and screams in agony.

"YOU KILLED YOUR BROTHER! ARE YOU FINALLY SATISFIED! IS YOUR BLACK HEART FINALLY APPEASED! YOUR GREATEST COMPETITION IS GONE…EVICERATED FROM YOUR PATH!...DO YOU FEEL BETTER KNOWING YOUR OWN BROTHER'S BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!" screams Elphaba.

"Elphie!" crying out, Galinda jumps to her feet and turning, runs up behind Elphaba's rigid form. Her hands reach out, and closing her eyes, envelopes the trembling raven haired beauty in the cradle of her arms. A tremble and she rests her forehead against Elphaba's back. "Please…stop" whimpers Galinda softly.

Stiffening, Elphaba's eyes widen and her muscles tense. She could feel it, her heart thundering like a jackhammer in her chest, threatening to crack through her ribcage. Slowly, her body seizes as small beads of sweat drip down her forehead, and tangle in her raven locks. Shuddering, her legs give out beneath her.

A strangled cry and Elphaba crumples to the ground. Her arms fall limp at her sides, and her head bows, before lowering to the ground, her long raven hair spills around her, pooling like an ebony river, half hidden, twisted in the soft blades of emerald.

Galinda refused to let go, she would hold her friends, if only to help quell the pain, ripping through her. Slowly, the blonde crawls closer, her arms remained secured around the raven haired witch's slender waist. Her eyes soften, watching her friend break before her.

"Elphie" whispers Galinda.

Weakly, Fiyero rises off the ground, his dark sapphire eyes never leaving the sight of the two woman, bent over on the ground, blonde holding green; two angels lost in the chaos of this world.

He was about to speak, when a voice rang out, freezing him in place. Snapping to the right, his eyes widen, seeing the guards quickly approaching.

"We have to move…now" growled Fiyero.

Turning, Galinda's eyes widened at the approaching guards. Turning back to her friend, her eyes soften. Slowly, she dips her head until her lips were a mere breath away from Elphaba's ear.

"Elphie" whispers Galinda.

"Leave me…please" whimpers Elphaba.

"What?" gasps Galinda.

"Leave me" snapping up, her dark, chocolate eyes stare brokenly back at the blonde; the same emptiness slowly returning. "Leave me here…save yourselves please"

"No Elphie…were not leaving you here again"

Snarling, Elphaba reaches back and cracks the blonde hard across the face.

"Leave! Before you find yourselves tied and burned by the fires of hell!" roars Elphaba. Gracefully, Elphaba rises to her full height, and stands regal before the blonde.

"Were not leaving" snarls the blonde. Regally, she rises to her full height, her small hands ball into tight fists at her side. A growl and she steps next to her friend. "Not without you!"

Fiyero watches the two friends stand toe-to-toe, each with an icy glare sparking in their eyes, and neither backing down. A gun fire and he's pulled from his thoughts. Turning, his eyes widen, for the guards were only a few feet away.

"Ah guys"

"You're coming with us…whether you like it or not" growls the blonde, ignoring Fiyero's whimpers.

"I cannot allow it" bites back Elphaba.

"Why are you being so stubborn?!" cries Galinda in exasperation.

"Because!" screams Elphaba.

"Because why!?" pushes the blonde. She could see it Elphaba was reaching her breaking point. All she had to do was stand her ground for a little bit longer, and then she would have her.

"Because I cannot have any more blood on my hands!" A sob and Elphaba turns away from the blonde.

"What?" scrunching up her face, the little blonde carefully takes a step closer. Her dainty hand rises and cups Elphaba's quivering shoulder. "Elphie…what are you talking about?"

"I can't have any more blood on my hands" cries Elphaba. Weakly, she turns and faces Galinda.

"What?"

"It's my fault Siefer is dead…I killed him…I killed him" whimpers Elphaba brokenly.

Shaking her head, Galinda's hand tightens around Elphaba's shoulder. "No…you saved him"

"I killed him!" angrily, she shoves Galinda's hands off her shoulder. "He died because of me…for loving me" her voice softens at the end as she bows her head.

"Elphie…Siefer went back to save us…to save you…he sacrificed his life so you and your baby could live…it was his decision…not yours" whispers the blonde softly.

Weakly, Elphaba turned to face her friend, the brokenness returns to her eyes, making the blonde's breathe hitch tight in her throat.

"No Galinda…if he hadn't loved me…if I hadn't let him in…then none of this would have happened"

"He loved you Elphie…he gave you the greatest gift any man could…his heart" smiles Galinda.

"I" starts Elphaba, but a snap of a twig snaps her out of her thoughts. Turning, her eyes darken, seeing the approaching guards. Angrily, her arm winds tight around Galinda's body and pull her close. "You shall not have us!" roars Elphaba. A flash of light, and Elphaba, Galinda, and Fiyero disappear in a cloud of crimson smoke.

"Witchcraft" murmur the guards, standing dumbfounded at the smoldering remains.

Hours later the crimson smoke plumes in the center of a large clearing. Coughing, Elphaba's arms weakly unwind around Galinda's body. A gasp and she falls to the ground.

"Elphie" cough "what…what in Oz was that?" coughs the blonde, choking on the remaining fumes of smoke.

"A…a transportation spell" pants Elphaba. The spell, combined with the pregnancy had taken its toll on the raven haired witch's body. Stiffening, her body shuddered hard as violent coughs ripped through her throat. The world spun and blood pounded loud behind her ears.

"How far away are we?" asks Fiyero, regaining his breath. Weakly he rose to his full height, and stepping further out into the clearing, takes in his surroundings.

"Miles away from the castle…a few miles away from the border to the Glikkus" coughs, Elphaba rears back and spits. Bubbling crimson, mingled in spit glistens on the tipped blades of grass, bending and swaying in the breeze.

"Elphie…are you sure you're alright?" asks Galinda softly.

"I'm fine" wincing, Elphaba forced her broken body off the ground. Stumbling, she awkwardly rose to her full height. A wobble and she stumbles back, her legs threatening to give beneath her at any moment.

Seeing the dangerous way her body swayed, Fiyero quickly stepped up behind Elphaba and reaching out, catches her, before she could hit the ground. "Careful" whispers Fiyero softly.

Growling, Elphaba violently rips herself free from Fiyero's grasp.

"Don't touch me!"

"Sorry Elphaba" defeated, Fiyero bows his head in shame and his shoulders slumped. Inwardly he cursed his temper, his rage, for all that had gotten him, was a broken heart, and a sibling killed by his own jealousy.

"We need to keep moving" interrupts Galinda, sensing another fight. Slowly she turns and eyes the two. Sighing, she turns and faces the horizon. "The suns about to set…and I'm guessing we will not be able to cross the border before nightfall"

"No but we can hide out in the woods till morning…then make our way to the edge of the Glikkus" replies Fiyero. Slowly he steps up next to Galinda.

"Are we far enough away?" queries the blonde.

"If what Elphaba said is true then yes…it will take the guards hours to find us…we should make the border before they can even close in on our location" Stilling his eyes soften, seeing the fear sparkling in the blondes eyes. Gently his hand rises and cups Galinda's quivering shoulder. "Hey…were safe…I promise you…the worst is over"

"I'll believe that…once we cross the border" smiling, Galinda steps away from Fiyero and stepping up next to Elphaba, holds out her hand.

For a moment, the raven haired witch stared brokenly at the blonde's offered hand. Sighing, she bows her head in defeat, for it didn't matter, no matter how much she protested, how hard she fought, the others would not leave her side.

A trembling sigh and Elphaba weakly places her hand in Galinda's.

"Let's get you out of here" smiles Galinda. Slowly, her fingers close around Elphaba's. A silent sob and the blonde lead her broken friend through the treacherous woods.

Fiyero watches for a moment, before shifting his gaze back to the East. Small wisps of smoke from the pyre rise high into the air. Tears flood his eyes, thinking of the brother he had lost.

"Forgive me Siefer" Casting one last glance at the horizon, he turned and stepped further into the forest.

Unbeknownst to Fiyero, a cloaked figure, stumbled towards them. The wind raged past it, making the ends of its cloak billow wildly out around its body. A strangled gasp, and the figure moves.

Night fell. Bunkering down for the night, Fiyero had kept himself busy, finding and building a warm fire to help keep the girls warm throughout the night.

Elphaba and Galinda sit silently on a log, each staring brokenly into the flickering flames. A light breeze wisps past, threading through the blonde's and raven haired witch's hair.

Poking the fire, Fiyero slowly turns and eyes the girls. Dark shadows fall over their faces, the horrors of the day etched deep in both their eyes.

"You two should probably get some sleep…we'll be starting off at the first rays of dawn" replies Fiyero softly.

"I'm not tired" whispers Elphaba brokenly.

"Elphie please…you need your rest" pleads the blonde.

"I can't Glin…"

"Why?" asks Galinda softly.

"I'll see him" cries Elphaba weakly.

"Elphie" gently, the blonde gathers her friend in her arms. Tenderly, she helps Elphaba up off the log, and guides her towards the makeshift tent that Fiyero had managed to make.

Sighing, Fiyero bowed his head.

"I'm so sorry Fae" whispers Fiyero brokenly.

Midnight falls, and the fire dies out, the light of the full moon shines down on the earth, casting the world in an ethereal glow. A light breezes sweeps past, threading through the tree's and making the leaves shake.

Slowly, the cloaked figure stumbles towards the camp sight, its heavy breathing crackles in the air. Stopping, the cloaked figure eyes the man sleeping on the ground.

A low groan and the cloaked figures limps towards the sleeping figure, half curled in the fetal position by the camp fire. It was but a few inches away, when a hand reaches out and grabs hard onto the figures shoulder.

"Not another move…or I'll blast your fucking head off" growls a voice. Elphaba stood behind the figure, her dark chocolate eyes glared maniacally at the back of its head. A strange, ebony pulse of magick crackled at the tips of her fingers, lighting up the darkness around her, and darkening her features.

Stiffening, the cloaked figure stilled.

"Fae" moaned the figure.

A whistle of the breeze then silence.

Stiffening, Elphaba's eyes widened.

"How…how do you know my name?" gasps Elphaba.

Spinning around the figures gloved hands reach out and grasp onto Elphaba's.

"Do you not recognize me?" croaks the figure.

Elphaba's trembling hands rose towards the hood and stilled, feeling the course fabric bump against the tips of her fingers.

"Si…Siefer?" whispers Elphaba. A beat of her heart, and her fingers curl around the edge of the hood and in a flips back the hood.