-1A/N - I feel that this place is dying and needs to be revived. Even though I'm pretty much sick of FF, it shan't die in vain! Nay! (It's not quite dead yet). Well, mortally wounded then! (I think it could pull through). Hush, sweet Concorde, farewell! Heh….
Elphaba didn't even understand her own rash actions. Why rush off to Nessa? That bitch had enough subjects to take care of her pretty little face. But no, Elphaba was leaving Fiyero alone in that forest of…deceit. Something hadn't been right there, and the green girl looked up at the sky, searching for some sort of answer. Nothing. This was different, thought Elphaba. This was very different. Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
She turned around, half-hoping that Fiyero had decided to follow her, to tell her not to go through with her plan. But of course, he hadn't known any details of Elphaba's first reunion with her sister.
"Well, it seems the beautiful get more beautiful while the green just get greener."
Maybe hiding in the closet wasn't one of my brightest ideas, she thought as Nessarose screamed. Elphaba stepped out of the closet, a bit remorseful. She hadn't completely meant to terrify her sister. "I seemed to have scared you. I seem to have that effect on people. It's good to see you," she said, adding the last part shyly.
"What are you doing here? What do you want, Elphaba?" Nessarose appeared to have mixed emotions at this point. In all truth, Nessarose herself was completely unsure how she should feel toward the green sister whom had abandoned her. Her eyes welled with tears.
Elphaba tried to ignore the tears freely falling from Nessa's eyes. She only felt pity for the crippled beauty. "Well, there's no place like home. I never thought I'd hear myself say this but I need father's help. I need him to stand with me." Elphaba shuddered at her own forced words. Put she did need him - as much as she hated to admit it.
Nessa shook her sadly. "That's impossible." Her eyes were glistening with tears, and Elphaba could see that it was taking all the will in Nessarose's body to old the rest back.
"No! No it's not! You're his little angel, Nessa. If you just asked him-"
"Elphaba. Stop. Father is dead. I'm the new governor, Elphie. What did you expect? You ran away from college - after he learned of this, he filled with shame. Died from embarrassment," said Nessa, glaring at Elphaba all the while.
"Good. It's better that way." Elphaba folded her arms over her chest, knowing in her heart that it wasn't. It couldn't have been all Elphaba's fault. Could it? No. Embarrassment couldn't kill someone. No.
"That's a wicked thing to say."
"The truth hurts like a hemorrhoid. I'm sorry if I bare the pain on my family. Now it's just us, Nessa. Together we can-"
"Elphaba! No! Listen to yourself! You sound crazy - I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an unselected official! Ever heard of impeachment, Elphaba? And why should I help you? You fly around Oz, trying to rescue animals you've never even met, and not once have you ever thought to use your powers to rescue me! All my life I've depended on you!"
Elphaba shuddered then. She knew it was true. And she knew it was wrong to have left Nessa at college all by herself…But if Elphaba had a choice to change things, she knew she wouldn't. The clouds gathered overhead, and Elphaba sped her steed up, trying to outrace the upcoming storm. Looking around, Elphaba knew she was losing.
She wasn't a mile ahead when the bottom dropped out.
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Morfran paced his room nervously. He shouldn't have left Baye in that slum alone. She could run off to Fae…Or, she could get herself killed. Morfran grinned a crooked grin at this prospect.
He sat in the chair nearest the doorway, watching for strangers. Groaning as he relieved weight from his bad legs, Morfran ran his hands through his greasy black hair, exhausted and agitated at the same time.
The mirror across the room caught Morfran's reflection; he growled and grabbed the mirror off the wall, smashing it into a million tiny pieces on the floor. "Damned mirror. Told Baye to get rid of those stupid things. But," he continued, to no one in particular, "if you want something done right, you can't trust a woman." He laughed then: women were only good for one thing.
Especially Baye.
Morfran remembered the first day with Baye, even: A shy, beautiful girl of only sixteen, Morfran had known what he wanted from her the first day he had laid his eyes on her. Sure, she had protested the first few times, but in time, Baye had expected Morfran's nightly visits. And Morfran even suspected that she even looked forward to them.
He laughed then, fragments of his face thrown across the tiny pieces the mirror.
No, Baye had never enjoyed that. Morfran had made that part up, and had eventually lied to himself enough about it that he had actually come to believe it. Either way, it didn't matter. They were both going to pay for their betrayals.
Both Baye and Fae.
Short! I know! But I still have half-a-day left at schooland…well, the house/Nessa thingy didn't quite work with this chapter, I guess. That and I'm listening to Rammstein! 'DU, du hast, du hast mich. Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet,Treu ihr sein für alle Tage? NEIN! NEIN!' (You, You have, you have me. You, until death separates you, want faithful for all days? NO! NO!)