Disclaimer: Wicked still isn't mine, and it never will be, so I'm going to discontinue the disclaimers. :D
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As Nessarose stepped from her estate for the first time in nearly a decade, she peered about nervously. She couldn't help but be skittish. After all, she was a tyrant. Her subjects wanted her dead. But she wanted to take a walk. And she always got what she wanted, after all. So she walked. The enchantment on her shoes really was remarkable. She was only a little unsteady, though her legs hadn't worked since she was born. She did a little spin and looked up to see a young Munchkin girl with her thumb in her mouth watching her like she was frozen. Both stood silently for a moment before the child ran off with a frightened squeal.
By the Unnamed God, thought Nessa to herself, I really have become something wicked, haven't I?
She wished for a moment that Elphaba hadn't run off and had, instead, taken her rightful place as Emminent Thropp. Maybe then Munchkinland would be less of a shit hole. Yes, Miss Nessarose knew that her subjects blamed the drought on her and her evilness. Everyone was scared of her. And she was ashamed of herself.
She stepped onto the closest thing this part of Munchkinland had to a town square. All the Munchkins congregated on the cobblestone quickly retreated from her, as though scared she would burn them. She sat on a bench and ignored the gasps and points. Believe me, she thought, I want to die as much as you would like me to.
A Munchkin screamed and Nessa wondered if she were really that hideous. But she glanced up and saw that the Munchkin wasn't looking at her, but far above her. She craned her neck and looked up. A house was falling from the sky. And it was headed right for her bench. Right before it hit her, she thought bitterly to herself, And here I am, mourning the wicked.