A/N: Back with another chapter! I am dominating this fanfiction, especially considering it's my very first fanfiction ever. Whoopee!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
We arrived at the corn exchange, the little hidey-hole I had for myself before. Yero said he got a weird sense of deja-vu. I cringed, because there was dried blood all over the place, covering the floor in parts like shreds of a black, torn blanket.
"We can stay here. He forgot about this place." I walked about the room, my cloak billowing about me. My hat, my lovely pointed hat was sitting in a corner, waiting for me patiently. I strode over to it and gently placed it on my head. I, the Wicked Witch of the West, am back. Yero looked at me skeptically.
"How do you know that?" He inquired.
"Because if he did know it, he'd have told me. He tends to reveal his knowledge to me, so he can brag, in a way." I replied, and Yero looked impressed. I sniffed the air. "Ugh. This places still smells of blood. Couldn't they have cleaned it up?" I wandered around and spotted a rag. I pushed it down on the ground and started pushing it around the floor with my boot. It was a bit moist; someone had been here recently. And I saw from the fact that my mirror--the mirror Turtleheart gave me--was gone. No doubt the Gale Force had investigated this place to see if I had any 'wicked' artefacts that could harm their precious Wizard. Furious, I wandered around, kicking aside the odd stone that had somehow gotten in here. Was I supposed to relive my life again? Why couldn't I have just skipped to age twenty-seven? Then I'd have a better chance of defeating the idiot. But I assume it had been easier for me, somehow. I yawned and sank into the mattress.
"Ungh." I moaned, rolling over to face Yero, who was in the other mattress. I was only nineteen, so I wasn't quite ready for interaction. I wasn't used to anyone touching me for that matter. "You didn't have to come with me." I said, to assure him I didn't force him to come with me and he could back out anytime. But it was nice having company.
"I know. I wanted to." He replied, and I smiled at him, and he returned the smile. I yawned, and fell asleep.
I woke up in Southstairs, with Yero snoring by my side. I bolted up and knocked into a few metal bars. The cell thing was smaller than I thought. I shook Yero awake.
"Apparently, that hidey-hole wasn't as safe as I thought." I was frustrated. Were all my attempts going to end in failure? But just because I failed at this, it doesn't mean my other plots will be foiled. Suddenly, I remembered my hat, my broom . . .but they were all there. Even the Grimmerie, tucked safely into my pocket. I crawled around as Yero stared at me, feeling the floor for any loose floor stones. I didn't find anything in the floor, so I started feeling the walls. I finally came upon a place where the wall sounded different when you touched it. Motioning to Yero to help me, I pulled at one side of the stone, Yero the other. We finally got it loose and saw there was a nice compartment there that would fit the Grimmerie, the broom, and the hat. How handy. When I put them in, I pushed the stone back, then checked if I could open it. It turned out it was in fact, easier to open it once it's been opened. Once I was sure it didn't look noticeable that it had been moved, I plopped back on the straw as a guard came up to us. Yero hugged me close, and surprisingly, I was pleased at the touch. The guard poked me with the blunt end of his spear to get my attention.
"The Wizard wants to see you." He said, and after opening the bars, he grabbed me by the elbow and roughly pulled me up. He grasped both my elbows and pulled them behind me. I kicked him, but he just grasped my arms tighter. When I could tell he was cutting off my circulation, he pushed me into another open set of double doors, where the Wizard was sitting in a cushioned armchair, grinning at me ominously. The blow of his push sent me to my knees, and as I struggled to stand up, the Wizard spoke.
"That's right, bow to your master."
"The one who should be bowing is you." I snarled at him, and he strode towards me and slapped me, hard. I could feel it burning, but I still returned his cold, hard glare unflinchingly.
"Elphaba, you could just give up and join me, you know. It would make it easier for the both of us." He smiled eerily, smirking.
"Never. I'll never join you, you lunatic!" I yelled at him, and he whirled me around and slammed me against the wall, pinning me to it. He leaned close to me and hissed,
"Well then, you've just made a terrible mistake." He let me go, and I slid down the stone wall, my head spinning. It was getting dark in my eyes. He rang a bell and five guards rushed in and grabbed me and pulled me up and literally dragged me out of the room.