1Disclaimer: Yay! "No Good Deed"! Good scene, good song, good acting. Good everything! I wish I owned it, but I don't. Oh well.
Chapter 14: Good? Never!
"Fiyero!" Elphaba howled, throwing open her book. Finding the spell she wanted she began chanting, "eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen." Her mind raced, whirling frenziedly. "Let his flesh not be torn, let his blood leave no stain. Though they beat him let him feel no pain! Let his bones never break and however they try to destroy him, let him never die. Let him never die!"
She stared at the book so hard it made her eyes water, trying to finish the spell. "Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen." It was almost done! Her mind raced back to Boq. He was a monster now, because of her and one of her stupid spells. Would this turn out the same way? "Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka- eleka- ah-rg!" No! She overturned the book in fury. "What is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading! I don't even know what trick I ought to try."
A vision flashed across her eyes. Fiyero hanging on a wooden stake in a field, blood dripping from his boots, sightless eyes glaring at her. "Fiyero! Where are you? Already dead or bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my generous supply!"
Elphaba tore at her hair, dashing around like mad and mentally cursing herself. What was good? Why did people ever try and do this thing called "good"? Did it exist? Were people stupid? They must be! Because, "no good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed!" It was something truly to take to heart and always remember. "My road of good intentions left where such roads always lead to. No good deed goes unpunished!"
She stopped and remembered all the people who had been close to her who's lives had been brought to some devastating end. "Nessa, Doctor Dillamond, Fiyero." She stopped. He was the worst of them all. He had loved her, given up everything for her and now he would die because she couldn't save him! Curse the Unnamed Gods! "Fiyero!"
Had she killed Fiyero? Was he dead? Would she ever see him again? No- Gods, stop! "One question haunts and hurts. Too much, too much to mention. Was I really seeking good, or just seeking attention? Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye? If that's all good deeds are, maybe that's the reason why!"
She crouched near to the ground and let a furnace vent blow her hair and cape back, bathing her with heat as the air blasted her. "No good deed goes unpunished! All helpful urges should be circumvented! No good deed goes unpunished! Sure I meant well, well look at what well meant did!" She stood and threw up her hands in surrender. "All right, enough! So be it! So be it then."
Spreading out her hands she stared at them, letting the Ozian's words lash through her mind quick as lightning. Look at her, she's wicked! No one mourns the wicked! Fine! They all thought she was wicked, even she thought she was wicked! Why not? "Let all Oz be agreed. I'm wicked through and through since I cannot succeed- Fiyero, saving you! I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again! Ever again!" She grinned the crooked, wicked grin she had adopted long ago in spite of herself. "No good deed will I do again!"