Misunderstood

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Chapter 13: Two Best Friends

Glinda the Good never fully regained her strength. Day after day, she would wake up still feeling very weak and tired. The room itself never changed. As far as she could tell, she was also kept in the same place, probably for security reasons and to keep her confused. She had a feeling that they were drugging her to keep her as weak as possible, but she couldn't be sure. Oh, if only I had actually started that workout regimen like I had said that I would. Now was not the time to be worrying about that though. Everyday passed by, and she still couldn't get up and move around the small room. She didn't know how many days, hours, or minutes were passing by. Oh, Elphie, I wish you were here…

"Elphaba, what is it exactly that you expect to do? You don't know where they're holding her, or even if they are holding her!"

Fiyero was jogging to keep up with the lanky green woman's long stride. She was walking so fast that it was taking quite an effort to keep up with her. She didn't answer and kept walking on. By now, they were back to the small shack that they were sharing, so it didn't matter so much that he had said her real name out loud. She continued walking quickly inside, and accidentally scared Malky out of the way.

"Elphaba!"

Finally she stopped.

"Fiyero, I know that they have Glinda. She doesn't just randomly disappear for long periods of time. I may do that, but Glinda is a public figure. She enjoys the attention, and moreover, she needs it."

"Ok well you have a point there, but do you even know where she is? If the Gale Force did take her, they would take careful precautions to make sure that she would be in a place that no one would know where she was."

Elphaba got back on her feet and got her broom as well as a cloak.

"Fiyero, when I was in the resistance movement against the Wizard, I was taught more than a few things about the Gale Force and the things that they do. That was why I tried so hard to get them away from Kiamo Ko and from the rest of your family. I know their tactics and their hiding places. I have a very good feeling that they are actually using one of our old meeting places to hold her right now as a matter of fact."

"Oh you do, do you?"

She pulled on her cloak and pulled him out the door with her.

"Yes I do. You remember the old mill?"

He nodded.

"Underneath there was a meeting room. There was only one trap door to enter it, and it was from the top of the room. It was heavily concealed. The room was painted white. There were no other doors to enter it, it was sound proof, and of course, there were not windows. We met there only a few times, and sometimes we would take captives there to interrogate them. I'm sure that after the fiasco with you and me, that they discovered it and started to use it. I'm sure that they're holding Glinda there, and we have to get there before they can do anything really bad to her."

She mounted her broom and he climbed on behind her. She kicked off, and they set off in the direction that she had never ever wanted to travel again.

"Wake up Glinda. It's time."

The gruff voice shook her out of her light sleep. She hadn't even known that anyone had entered into the room. She lifted her head off her shoulder, and tried to shake off some of the grogginess that she felt.

"Time? What time is it? Time for what?"

Her voice sounded like it was reverberating, and very far away. Her stomach was churning and it was hurting her very bad. She also had a horrible migraine.

"You've had a fairly easy time here so far. Eating and drinking your fill. Now we want to ask you some things."

This was like a bad nightmare that wouldn't go away. She blacked out. When she came to, the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman were in the room, as well as two scary looking Gale Force guards.

"Hello Glinda. Feeling well?"

Glinda suddenly felt very, very sick. She leaned over and threw up. Both creatures laughed at her.

"Aw, were the drugs too much for you today? Well expect it only to get worse. That is, unless you cooperate. Fully."

She coughed a bit and grimaced. The normally bubbly blonde wiped her mouth off and tried to sit up straighter to show defiance, but was too weak.

"Is the Wicked Witch of the West dead or alive?"

This came from the Scarecrow. Glinda glared at both of them, and answered quickly, despite the pain in her head.

"You fools you know she's dead."

The Scarecrow smiled and one of the Gale Force guards walked forward. He stood in front of her and slapped her across the face. A hand print appeared on her light skin and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"Naughty girl. Answer our questions respectfully and you will be treated as such. Now let's try this again, shall we? Is the Wicked Witch of the West dead or alive?"

She mustered all her strength and spit in his eye.

"Imbeciles, her name was Elphaba Thropp and she was killed by the girl Dorothy."

The Gale Force guard picked her up, slammed her against the wall, punched her in the stomach, and punched her in the face. This time tears poured out of her eyes.

"You will not talk to the Emperors of Oz that way ever again on pain of death. Now answer them: IS SHE DEAD OR ALIVE?!"

Before she could answer a pounding on the ceiling was heard throughout the room.

"What in the name of-"

The Tin Woodman was cut off by Fiyero landing on top of him. He was instantly knocked out. A gale suddenly filled the room, and the guards were forced against the walls, terrified. They soon passed out from fear. Glinda had also passed out and slumped to the floor. Now only the Scarecrow was left.

"You! I thought that you were dead!"

"Yeah, well, you don't exactly have a brain, do you?"

Fiyero slammed him against the wall and held him there while Elphaba came into the room.

"I knew it! I knew that the girl couldn't have gotten rid of you!"

Elphaba was too furious to say anything for the moment. Her face turned the darkest shade of green that Fiyero had seen yet. When she spoke, it was barely above a whisper.

"How dare you. First you come into my life and try to ruin my family's. Then, you presume that you can proclaim yourself the Emperor of Oz. But Lurline have mercy on you for laying a finger on my best friend. She is the most pure person that you will ever meet, and you have tried to ruin her. Instead, let me bring ruin to you."

Another wind filled the room. The Scarecrow's eyes were wide with fear, and so were Fiyero's.

"Avhen aven aty athey eleka nahmen sorika noray!"

The Scarecrow flew up in the air, in a mimic of a twister, and then landed on the ground, only a pile of straw. Fiyero looked at the Witch, horrified.

"No time for anything now Fiyero. Get Glinda and let's go."

She grabbed the broom and helped hoist Glinda up. Fiyero got her onto the broom, and they lit out of there like the place was on fire.

Intermission

A.N.: I hope that this chapter was good for you guys! I worked really hard on it. This is the intermission. I won't be putting up any updates until after the play, which will be put on in June. Thank you and enjoy!