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Planning Miss Elphaba's personal hell was harder than I thought it would be. Inherently because nothing really caused her pain. Nothing hurt her. I was on the verge of calling it quits, when I remember something the Wizard had said only an hour before his 'untimely' death. Something about…her daughter? Tale, if I can recall correctly.

I wondered how Elphaba would react to the inexpedient death of her daughter. Ha, I laugh at just imagining her face. What a an opportune event for comedy.

I looked over the blood soaked floor. The Wizard had been a weakling. I would do things right, of course. Who would do things better than Madame Morrible herself? I wondered how Dorothy and her odd gang of misshapen friends were doing. It didn't really matter. They were meant to be nothing more than a distraction anyways. They were probably lost, or better: dead.

Now, the only thing to figure out would be how to get to Tale. I was positive that Elphaba kept a very close watch on her only child; then again, she had never been a very affectionate one, that girl. For all I knew, she kept her daughter locked away in a closet. If so, I would have to find a new object of murderous intent.

Then I began to think; if Elphaba had a daughter, did it mean she had a lover as well? I couldn't imagine anyone loving the green girl. She was vile. Though something in my gut told me that someone did love her.

Disgusting.

Well, we would just have to get rid of him, too, wouldn't we?

I walked soundlessly along the parquet floor on the bottom level of Kiamo Ko, enjoying the feeling of the cool wood on the soles of my bare feet. Night seemed to be the best time for me to think. Life could be so…loud…sometimes.

I heard a dull thump behind me, the padding of footsteps. I paused and turned to see Adara, holding parcels in her hands. I tried to ignore what I believed to be a satchel sticking out from beneath her cloak.

"Hello, Miss Elphaba," she said suavely.

"Hello, Adara," I said as evenly as possible, trying to cover the scorn in my voice. "Where are you going?" It sort of seemed like the polite thing to say. Then again, when did I care about being polite?

"I'm leaving," she said, fiddling with a loose thread on her skirt.

"Why?" Why? Why did I care why?

"Because, it seems that the form of government here in the Vinkus is communism, and your Fiyero is the dictator. So, I'm obeying his wishes and leaving so I don't get lynched. Don't want to be killed this late in the game." She smirked.

"Oh, and I was just beginning on your effigy…."

She feigned a laugh, "That's funny. Practicing witchcraft now, Miss Elphaba?"

"Of course."

I could she her flexing her hands at her side, and I eyed them warily; I was no stranger to pain. Just when I thought she was going to move to hit me, she threw them across her chest. "I'd better not."

"Why not?" Again I had to ask myself, 'Why did I care?'

She smirked. "You'll see." With that, she turned and walked across the parquet floor towards the front of the castle.

I watched her walk, but then realized that something had bothered me ever since I found out 'Sahlah's' real name. I ran after her.

"Adara, why did you change your name?" I asked breathlessly, when I caught up with Adara right at the entrance.

I could see her tense up. She was having a deliberate debate with herself whether or not to tell me. "Ik verborg van mij," she replied slowly.

I think that it goes without saying that I couldn't make heads or tails of what she had said. "I don't speak Evian…" I whispered, but she was already gone. I watched as a cloaked figure trudged drudgingly through the eye of a growing storm.

"Ik verborg van mij," I repeated slowly, trying to plant the words into my brain. It obviously had meant something to her. But, she, of course, was Evian.

I quickly closed the doors; it was already cold here, we didn't need freezing rain added into the mixture.

So now it was only me, Fiyero, Tale, Glinda, and Emir. We were dropping (more like, 'running') like flies.

(There's someone else, too)

Stupid subliminal self. It didn't know when the hell to shut up.

However, my doltish, latent conscious was undermined by an intense knocking on the heavy quoxwood doors. Which I was leaning on at the time, by the way. I backed away to stop the jolting rhythm, and swung the doors open, still on my knees.

The now heavy-falling rain blew into my eyes, making me go blind. I cried out and tried to rub the water our of my eyeballs. "Ow," I murmured.

"Elphaba? What the fuck are you doing on the floor? In the middle of the night? On your knees?"

"Nice to see you, too, Tasi," I stated candidly.

"Are you just going to stand, I mean sit, on the floor? Or are you going to let me in?"

"You kind of are in."

"Whatever," he said, taking a few steps inside. "Look, I don't have much time-"

"Tasi, where have you been? Let's explain that much first."

"I told you, I don't have much time! Let me say this outright: Elphaba, before the Wizard died, he sent a group of people to kill you-"

"Tell me something I don't know. Fiyero already told me, Taz." Where the hell did Taz come from?

Tasi grimaced a bit. "Please don't call me that ever again, Elphie."

"Sorry."

"Anyways, I found them. They're with -well they were with- me. I left them while they were sleeping. But I have to be back, and soon! But, Elphie-"

"Are you helping them?"

"Yes."

"Why! I thought you were on my side, you're supposed to murder them in their beds!"

"I'm on your side, Elphaba, but….This Dorothy girl, I don't think she could hurt anyone." I thought I saw his eyes soften for a moment. "Though, I think the Tinman very well could, the Scarecrow is too deep in depression to really notice anything other than his slowly molding hay, and the Lion…well.."

"Well, what?"

"Well…He's more of a monkey…or Monkey, whichever you prefer, in a bush, if you get what I'm saying."

"A homophile?"

"Quite the little queer, Miss Elphaba."

"Tasi, how old are you, again? You said seventeen, but now that I've known you for a while…"

Tasi blushed, and a quickly said, "I'm fifteen."

"That young, huh? I would of guessed sixteen-"

"I had to lie to get a position on the Force. It became second nature." He looked away.

"Sahlah's gone, you know."

"I could've guessed," he said, "she did it, didn't she? She killed the Wizard."

"Yes, brownie points for you, Tasi."

He nodded. "I knew it had to have been her, she always seemed to have something against him."

"Who doesn't? Tasi, go. You didn't have to come to tell me; I can take care of myself."

"I thought I should warn you. I haven't told them that the Wizard is dead, that's up to you. Once they know that, they won't have any reason to kill you."

"I'm green, what other reason do they need?"

"I have to go. Good-bye, Elphie. I think this may be the last time I see you." And he, just like Adara, left. I watched him running through the rain, jumping in the puddles. It gave me the impression that childhood had cheated him. In the dreaded Force before he was even sixteen. I vowed that Tale's life would never be cheated like that.

But it seemed that her life was already on the path of being slowly ripped apart.

I slowly made my way through the halls and upstairs, softly closing my bedroom door behind me. Fiyero's sleeping form was apparent under the moonlight that filtered in from the unshaded window. I sighed and slipped in between the sheets, savoring the sweet coolness of the unused portion of the covers, and at the same time, the warmth radiating from Fiyero's body.

I stared at him for the longest time; it was ridiculous that I still felt so strong for him. It was ridiculous that he still felt so strongly for me; I was the one who had almost gotten him killed.

Damnable cultish society cause.

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