A/N: Not my fault, school's fault. On the plus side, I got to write an essay about Wicked and I'm green with the official Broadway makeup, which, ironically, you add water to to get it to go on.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Fala:
We walked for two weeks. The lack of feeling I got from Mother and Father was disturbing: either they were dead, which was- unthinkable- or their pain had become so constant it no longer pulsated. It never stopped, not for one moment, day or night.
Liir was whining, as usual, about his fatigue and I was, as usual, ignoring him, when we finally came upon the east gate of the city.
"We made it!" I exclaimed, taking a running step towards the gate only to find myself yanked back by Liir.
"Yeah, Fala, and how d'you think the guards are going to like the Wicked Witch of the West sauntering right into the city?"
"But I'm not-"
"A green skin is all they'll see."
"But don't they know Mother's-"
"And how many times has she escaped?"
I grudgingly sighed. "So who's going to rescue them? You?"
Liir visibly puffed up. I groaned.
"Just put the damn cloak on, then, Fala," he growled, throwing it unceremoniously over my head. When I had managed to extricate myself from it and put it on normally, I followed him hurriedly up the path to where the gates stood, glinting, magnificently ominous, shining in the sun.
Elphaba:
There was nothing more that they could do to me. Nothing.
They had let Fiyero off of the wall. The had at least let me clean myself, and so, bruised and tangled and half-beaten, I collapsed into his arms.
"I'm ready," I murmured in his ear, "to let you see me at my most vulnerable, now. I won't hide from you anymore, not in the night, not in the daylight, never."
He recognized it as a mangled gift. "Thank you," he whispered back.
"Not so fast." The Bastard was still there, standing in the cell's doorway, accompanied by his ever present coterie of guards.
"Go away, Devyn. There's nothing left for you to do to me. You can't hurt me anymore," I stated calmly.
"Oh really?" he asked, smiling evilly, making me physically ill. But I refused to let even a flicker of fear show on my face.
And then he moved. And They were there.
No. No. No. No. No. No.
I curled in tighter to Fiyero, clutching him like I would fall down without his presence, I heard his voice but I couldn't understand what he was saying, and then I was being torn away and there was yelling, Fiyero reaching out, and someone was keening a high, inhuman wail- me, me, my voice, I was screaming and I couldn't stop, didn't mean to, and They were there, hands on me, nononononononononononono, and then.
A vast explosion of white-hot light, ricocheting around the room, and They were away, Devyn was away, the guards were away, slammed up against walls and doors and out into the hallway, stunned. The white light swirled around Fiyero and me in a great blinding vortex. It parted just before the cell door, a clear signal breaking through the fog of my beleaguered mind. I grabbed Fiyero's hand and pulled him with me, and we were out the door and into the great maze of Southstairs.