1Disclaimer: I think most of this chapter will be original except for the characters and stuff. I just wanted to heighten the fact that Madam Morrible is as wicked as everyone combined in this play, at least to me she is. That and Glinda can be an emotional basket case sometimes. Enjoy! Please?
Chapter 7: What? Now
Glinda sat with her head bowed over her lap. Elphie was gone! Why hadn't she gone with her? She wanted to run back there and call Elphie back so she could go away with her, soaring free through the clouds instead of stuck in a stuffy little carriage with Madam Morrible.
"It's alright dear, we'll catch her." Madam Morrible patted Glinda's back.
"W- what?" Glinda looked up, tears rolling down her face.
Madam Morrible had a horrible smirk on her face. "Miss Thropp made her own decision, and by doing so she is no better than a hunted animal. Don't worry, we won't let this affect your future at all."
"I don't care about me right now!" Glinda cried. "I care about Elphie! She's my best friend and now she's out in the wild with all those lions and tigers and bears- oh my!" She buried her face back in her lap.
"Stop that this instant!" Madam Morrible began petting Glinda's back as if she were a cat. "Can't you see? Elphaba manipulated you to become her friend she you could help her get close to the wizard. She probably wanted to kill him or worse!"
Glinda stopped crying. "What are you talking about? Elphie was shunned and abused! All she wanted was for people to accept her and-"
"That's just what she wanted you to think." Madam Morrible clipped. "Just look at her! She must be wicked! She's green, wears all black, even has that pointy black hat and now is flying around on a filthy old broom! Doesn't that just scream 'wicked witch?'"
"No-"
Madam Morrible grabbed Glinda's shoulder. "Listen silly girl, you fell under her spell just like anyone else who didn't avoid her. Even I fell for her! Think, haven't things been going wrong ever since you met her?"
Glinda stopped and thought. Fiyero seemed like he was on the verge of breaking up with her, and all of her friends thought badly of her now. Maybe hanging with Elphie wasn't a good idea after all. Maybe her leaving was a good thing. "Well, I don't know. Maybe you're right."
"Exactly! Just watch, everything you ever wanted will come true now that Miss Elphaba is gone." Madam Morrible settled back into her seat, the horrible smirk returning to her face. At least the girl was stupid enough to be swayed easily.
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Elphaba circled above the forest, trying to find a place to land. There, it looked like a calm little clearing. She flew down and landed as carefully as she could and stood in the exact middle. She looked up and watched the sky. There weren't any stars out because of the thick clouds she had just flown through. Curse that Glinda! Elphaba sighed and fingered her broom lovingly, still staring at the sky. Why hadn't she come? She had been afraid! A whiny little coward like always! Couldn't she see? They could have stopped the wizard so easily together! Now she would probably be manipulated into fighting against her by the wizard and Madam Morrible.
The broom shook in her hand and Elphaba felt pressure on her legs and hips. Looking down she saw with horror that she was sinking! "Ah! Broom, fly!" The broom shuddered and jerked, but it was sinking as well, bristles first. No! She couldn't die like this! "Help! Somebody help me! Somebody, please! Ah!" She threw back her head and screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone who didn't want to kill her would hear.
When she was up to her chest she heard thrashing in the woods to her right. Yanking her broom as far out of the sludge as she could, she turned and stared as the bushes moved. "Hello? Help! Over here! Please help- ack!" She slipped another few inches into the mud so it was up to her collarbone.
Fiyero crashed through the bushes and stared. "Elphaba? What are you doing in there?" He took a few steps forward.
"No!" Elphaba threw her hand out and knocked him back with magic. "Get a stick- no, help me free my broom!"
Fiyero climbed into a tree that happened to be hanging over the spot where Elphaba was sinking. Reaching down he grabbed for the broom as she stretched it towards him. He and she yelped in unison as she sank another few inches, and he grabbed the broom with a great heave.
He pulled on it as hard as he could until the bristles were finally out. Elphaba sighed with relief and said, "fly!" shooting straight up into the air. She landed nimbly on the branch next to Fiyero, completely covered in mud. With a few flicks of her hand it all flew off and dropped back into the mud below. "Thank you," she sighed, then noticed her bag. Ah! No, the Grimmerie was in there! She ripped it open and checked the contents. With another sigh of relief she realized the bag was water, and apparently mud proof.
She noticed Fiyero. "What are you doing here?"
"Going for a walk now that I can't take naps in the library anymore." Fiyero made a face. "Lucky for you, eh?"
"Yeah, lucky for me. Fiyero, I'm not coming back to Shiz. Now before you start brainlessly asking why let me explain. Remember that lion cub we rescue from being experimented on a while back? Well the wizard is doing something to all the animals, and I've got to help them."
"Why do you always have to help them?" Fiyero sighed exasperatedly. "You are a commotion."
The brush began crashing around again. Curses! Did everyone take walks around dangerous sink-holes just when she didn't want them to? "Over here, I think I saw something." That was a guard!
"I have to go! Give my love to Nessa, tell her I'm sorry she had to be stuck with a sister like me." Fiyero suddenly hugged her as if to keep her from leaving. "-yero!" She drew back, the first part of the word muffled by his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but please don't tell anyone you saw me. Not even Glinda. She wouldn't understand."
With that she hopped onto her broom and took off, flying away to who-knew-where. Fiyero watched her go, a tiny green speck against the black sky. "I promise Elphaba. I'll look for you though. I won't give up, ever."