Installment 2

"Well, aren't we lucky," I say loudly. Fiyero elbows me. "I'm indispensable, Fiyero," I remind him, "and if they want me to do anything, so are you." The great head- the Wizard's defense mechanism, I guess…his crutch…begins to bellow.

"Read the spell," it trumpets, and a guard brings the Grimmerie forward, open to the intended page. I guess they took it when they knocked me out. I carefully note my broomstick, still leaned against the wall. This will be fun. Surreptitiously, I flip the page. There we are.

"Ah ben Ah kev Ah day ra tay vay o din mei lay vay a ta say!" I cry dramatically, and then cackle again. That's fun, but it's really starting to hurt my throat. Can't ask for a glass of water, either, or I'd get put on suicide watch. Damnable rumors.

"Why isn't anything happening?" Fiyero whispers.

"It will," I say back, " as soon as we're out of here."

"Well," I say to the Wizard. "That's done. Have fun. And good day."

"What makes you think you're leaving?" he asks. I tuck the Grimmerie under my shoulder and mutter all the words of the levitation spell less one.

"This does," I say, and cry out the last word. The handcuffs clang loudly to the floor and the broom leaps to my hand. Fiyero and I both climb upon it, and we're already five feet up in the air before the guards come out of shock and react.

"Ta-ta, dears," I say, "don't forget to write…that is, of course, if you manage to find me!"

I turn to the broom. "Okay, go, go, go, go, go, faster, before the other spell starts working," I mutter. We start flying down the hallway, really, really, fast. We accidentally hit two guards and a janitor.

"Sorry!" I yell. "Escape in progress, out of the way, let's move, come on!" Finally, I see an open window.

"Okay, there we are, now DUCK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" I scream, realizing how small the window is, but we make it.

As we rise into the sky, headed west, we hear screams from the palace behind us.

"What did you do to them?" Fiyero asks.

"Well, let's just say, I don't think they'll be walking normally for a while," I say.

Fiyero groans.

"Elphaba," he says, "That's just…"

"Wicked?" I laugh. "Yeah, I know."

"Wasn't kicking three of them enough?"

"No."

"Psycho."

"Moron."

We kiss and the broom veers off and down.

"Yeah, okay," I tell it, "lesson learned. Sheesh."