~A/N~ I seem to have fallen ill with writers-block :-( I got halfway through this chapter, but then I decided that I didn't like where it was going, so I started to rewrite it. But I could never seem to be able to make it go anywhere!

But here it is! After much imagination and thinking, I have a new chapter!

Oh, and really, if you like my writing I would love it if you reviewed and them read some of my other stories! I have lots of one-shots (and I'm goons try to expand my categories too so that not everything is Wicked)

Disclaimer: I own . . . not Wicked.

Glinda's head hurt. Her arm felt like it was on fire and her legs felt numb.

Opening her eyes, she saw the burned rubble of the conference room. She tried to sit up, but her back felt stiff and sore.

As she laid back down, she heard the sound of footsteps, hurriedly walking down the hallway. She tilted her head so that she could see the door, but snapped her eyes shut as two men in black masks entered.

"Leave the man, we want the witches," A low and husky voice commanded.

Glinda felt hands grab her by the arms, and began dragging her to the door. She would have tried to escape, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to fight, let alone save Elphie.

After a few minutes of being dragged, Glinda felt herself being thrown into a hard metal box, and them felt Elphaba's unconscious body flop in next to her. She waited until she heard the door shut, then searched the box for a way out, but she found none.

Looking over at her friend, Glina saw for the first time that Elphaba had a large cut along her forehead. Quickly Glinda started to tear of bits of fabric from her dress and wrapped them around her head to stop the bleeding. The cut was long, but luckily not deep.

For what felt like days, Glinda drifted in and out if consciousness, caring for Elphie's head wound in between periods of rest. Her friend has not woken up, and the blonde witch began to worry about brain damage from the explosion.

When the trip came to an end, the ruler of Oz was greeted by a tan, brown haired, toothless man who smelled distinctly like vodka.

Glinda began yelling something about her 'being an important figure' and how 'he couldn't do this', in return he muttered something about 'stuck up brats' and dragged her down a flight of stairs to a large, wooden door.

After being thrown into a dungeon of some sort Glinda stood up and began to yell, "Elphaba? WHAT HAVE YOU IDIOTS DONE WITH MY FRIEND?!"

To her surprise a boy came down the stairs and peered through the door, looking curious and confused.

Glinda blinked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"My parents work as part of the rebellion. . . My father told me not go down here . . . I heard you yelling, and I wanted to know why . . . " His voice was quiet but kind.

Glinda ushered him closer, and she saw that he had pale skin and red hair, "Whats your name?"

"Mack . . . "

"And how old are you?"

"Thirteen."

She looked into his chocolate brown eyes, "I have a daughter who's ten, her names Fabala."

"I know who you are," his voice was sounded shaken, "You're here because you're Glinda the Good. But why did my parents take the green girl?"

Glinda looked the boy in the eyes, "Mack? Do you know what your parents are planning?"

He opened the pursuant stepped inside.

For the first time the young boy sounds truly frightened, "They wanted to send me into the Emerald Palace, something about infiltrating your office, but then they heard about your meeting, and they bombed it, bringing you and the green girl back with them."

"Elphaba."

"What?"

"The 'green girl', her name's Elphaba. She's helping me rule Oz; that's why your parents kidnapped her too. She used to be though of as the Wicked Witch of the West, but she never was wicked, just framed by the Wizard." Glinda looked the boy in the eyes as she heard the footsteps approaching, "Hide Mack, your parents mustn't know that you were talking to me!"

Quickly he ran and hid behind a large pillar that stood in the middle of the room. Glinda turned to the door in time to see her best friend being thrown into the room.

"Elphie!"

The green skin was covered in cuts and bruises. The gash on her head was uncovered again and bleeding profusely, covering her face in blood. Her head rolled the the side and it was clear she was unconscious. But was most unsettling was the words that had been carved into her arm.

Wicked Witch of the West

~A/N~ Hmm, I totally stole the whole 'carving something on someone's arm' thing from Harry Potter . . . Sorry! I like it :-)