It's short. Deal with it. I like short chapters better anyway.
For Yero my Hero - lLove you like the rainnnn. Miss you.
For Lillian Townsend - You're the only one who spurs my muse. And beats her with sticks for the inheritance money.
There was one thing that Elphaba Thropp was immensely good at in Fiyero's mind: the act of vanishing. Isn't this exactly where you wanted me, Elphaba? Fiyero couldn't help ponder this. I wouldn't be caught dead out here if it wasn't for you, you know. Fiyero sighed and looked around. He was entirely alone, and unsure of what to do. And he missed Elphaba.
Something told him to follow the green girl. But he held himself back, knowing he'd get a strong-worded lecture if he did.
Rustling of the bushes, the calling of the birds, the eerie silence in the woods. A hand clapped over his mouth before he could think to act. "Shh," said a voice. "You're Fiyero?"
Fiyero gave a little nod, trying not to panic.
"Alright then," she said. "You're going to come with me, okay? And you're not going to make sound. You're going to be good for me. I know they're waiting out here somewhere," the girl mumbled.
Fiyero twisted wildly, trying to get a glimpse at his captor. "No!" Fiyero obeyed.
"Come on." His mouth was uncovered, and he thought to yell, but something about the presence of this strange woman told him to keep quiet. Something told him that she was on his side.
She recklessly led Fiyero along the path, hand now back over his mouth, towards the back of the woods. He managed to free himself from her grip. "Where are we going?" he asked, breathless..
The dark-headed girl barely turned to acknowledge his question, but spoke anyway. "You can call me Baye," was all she said.
"Oh, thanks for the answer."
"Showtime. I knew that they'd be here." Baye ducked behind a bush and drew in a breath. "I really don't have that much time to explain the impending situation, your highness," said Baye quickly, nearly running out of breath.
Fiyero turned, so he could get a look at the impending situation. They were beginning to move towards the woods - exactly where he and Baye were hiding.
She saw this, and the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Terrorist cell. Green girl. Find her. Run." She pushed him violently to the side. "You'll play the victim, and I'll play the pistol."
In the moments after his capture and release, Fiyero was not sure about the state of his imagination. Was he dreaming? Another one of those dreams where he would swirl uncontrollably into a black abyss, reaching out to grasp nothing but cool air, only to come crashing down onto his bed, sweaty, confused, and utterly alone. He allowed himself room to hope so.
Fiyero ran. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't know why he listened to the strange woman with the raven hair and sapphire eyes; Oz confused Fiyero at times like these.
After he didn't know how many miles, Fiyero sat, contemplating his next move. Elphaba. Of course. How many other green girls are there - in terrorist cells? Fiyero nodded then. To Elphaba it was then. He honestly didn't care about the consequences of his actions now. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.