Incommunicable Emotions
Chapter 8
"BBQ Madness"
Elphie almost roared with rage as Glinda was struck, but decided to bide her time in the closet, so she could leap out when least expected and most affective.
Elphie watched as Chuffrey methodically tied Glinda's wrists to the bedposts, keeping them loose to prevent chafing. He pulled an iron pail of something, pried off the lid, and proceeded to sprinkle the liquid all over the unconcious Glinda.
The room suddenly smelled of a thick, acrid tang, one similar to the man-made fires on Shiz campus.
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Glinda awoke slowly, her head throbbing sharply. The only time she had felt like this was when, despite Elphie's warnings, she had drunk an entire bottle of Emerald City whiskey.
When the fog around her head cleared, it was quickly replaced with panic. Her wrists were bound, and a frightening-looking Chuffrey was pouring something all over her.
"Chuffrey, what on EARTH are you doing to me?" Glinda asked, trying to cock her eyebrows like Elphie always did. Sometimes she wished she could be Elphie. She always seemed to know what to do.
"You've made a fool of me, I'm afraid. So, you and I are going to enjoy a nice barbeque, my darling."
with mounting panic, Glinda realized just what he was pouring on her. Combusto, the very same thing they used to start bonfires at Shiz. Oh, how she missed Shiz now. Anywhere was better than here. She closed her tear-filled eyes, and thought of Elphie.
Elphie looking down at her, their faces mere inches away from each other. Elphie's startled guffaws echoing in the dormitory hallways whenever Glinda made jokes about Morrible. Elphie.
A sound like sandpaper, the smell of sulfur. A lit match, as it would appear. Glinda squeezed her eyes shut, shaking uncontrollably.
WHAM
Before Chuffrey knew what happened, he saw a green blur tear Glinda's hands free from the restrains, throwing her onto the nearby sofa. A powerful kick to the back, and he was reeling, towards the Combusto soaked bed, the lit match falling towards it.
Elphie hid Glinda's face in her shoulders as Chuffrey writhed, screaming, on the flame-engulfed bed.
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A/N: Holy sweet bejesus. This story just got real dark and freaky in a hurry. At least Glinda and Elphie are okay. I can imagine a LOT of flames, had I killed Glinda off. Nah, she's too cute.
Haha, flames. No pun intended.