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Chapter 3
Who Am I?
Glinda cringed. 'This isn't how it's supposed to be… People like me are supposed to have happily ever after's and the bad guy gets vanquished, old and lost friends reunited…' She thought, but life isn't a fairytale. She knew sooner or later she'd have to stop fantasizing about it. Things went bad… people went bad, too. Elphaba's grip tightened at the lack of a response.
"Okay, I won't say anything- but no one gets hurt!" Glinda said and Elphaba pushed her to the ground, away from her. The Witch glared at her menacingly.
"No promises, Princess." Elphaba shot up into the sky, her broom underneath her and she hovered above the ground for a moment, staring at Glinda. For a moment the blonde thought she saw regret in her old friend's eyes but as quickly as it appeared she left, heading towards the Emerald City.
Glinda stumbled blindly through the alley ways until she heard the familiar excited chatter of the guests at the party. Fiyero greeted her with a worried expression and a drink.
"Where have you been?" He sighed, almost impatiently.
"Oh, just here and there." She said in a false tone, plastering a smile on her face. Fiyero frowned because he could see right through her façade, but said nothing about the matter. He offered her his hand as they set down their drinks they became the center of the party, dancing around each other in a dizzying waltz.
Elphaba crept through the hallways of the Wizard's Palace; luckily her boots didn't make much noise but much to her surprise. She was about to go into the Wizard's Chamber's, the room with the giant fake head when two guards strolled by. She abruptly stopped, brandishing her broom in front of her, her breath caught in her throat, not daring to move at all. She snorted in contempt when they continued to walk, talking not even noticing her standing right there.
The room was unguarded. It was no doubt that the Head intimidated even the highest officials of the Gale Force. Elphaba grinded her teeth as she moved around the Wizard's mechanism of lies.
'Where is that damn lever?'
In all her searching she didn't even notice him there. The Wizard leaned against the Head and pulled a microphone from behind it and said in a grim but light tone,
"I knew you'd be back- and I'm never wrong am I?"
Elphaba narrowed her eyes. "Your ego's running out the door. You'd better go catch it."
"Now, now Elphaba… We're not here to quarrel like children, right? Let's talk things over like adults." The Wizard said in a seductive tone. Elphaba laughed hollowly, no mirth in it at all it was more of a mocking cackle. She looked to him darkly.
"You are no adult, but say what you have to." They circled each other like too lions waiting to pounce on their prey. Elphaba tensed, waiting for what he had to say next or anything he may throw her way.
"It's not too late you know."
Elphaba stopped moving and leaned up against her broom. She raised a brow questioningly.
"You can still join me, you'll have the power you want, you can rule beside me. Elphaba, just think of the possibilities!" Elphaba looked into his eyes, he flinched visibly. He was trying to convince her to turn to the 'good' side in fear of his life. She could see the terror in the back of his pupils, though. She snarled.
"I have all the power I need over your foolish people- I'd never need to join you. They've forgotten my name entirely; they use a title that speaks power. I use the fear you gave them to hold my place in Oz, I've killed the soldiers who were sent after me. I can rip you to shreds with my magic with a flick of my wrist." She slowly advanced on him. They were mere inches apart, the Wizard cowered back.
"Now, I'd appreciate if you'd let me finish my business here… where's that lever?" She hissed half to herself, still looking around the head. The Wizard tentatively reached out and pulled it, knowing what she wanted the gate pulled up and the monkeys flew out, some soaring high above their heads and some still on the ground.
Elphaba looked at him almost acceptingly, almost.
"Wise move. You'll live- this time." Elphaba began to move calmly past the Wizard, just as she had her back to him he ran to the head and turned it on, bellowing to the guards.
"Guards, guards!" He boomed, Elphaba whipped around, fire burning intensely in her gaze as she glared at the head. "Of course!" She hissed.
At that moment guards flooded the room, ten of them surrounded her guns all trained on her chest. Elphaba bowed her head and raised her arms in defeat. The guards closed in on her guns still up. The soldier directly behind her pulled a pair of handcuffs out. Just as they were about to subdue her she let out a burst of magic, sending the guards flying at each other or to the ground, paralyzed.
Elphaba threw her head back in a spine chilling cackle. She whipped around to the Wizard who was now standing by the head, clutching its bars. His eyes widened in fear. "You really think people as simple as them could stop me?" She hissed.
"I-I" The Wizard was interrupted.
A gun was cocked, the click of a rifle being readied. Elphaba turned slowly. Light burst through the door, glaring into the room, the figure was blocked by the light; he walked forward boots echoing on the floor with confident steps. His gun was still up.
"Elphaba." "Fiyero." They said at the same time, hate burned in both their gazes as they looked to their sworn enemies.
"Glinda's not very good at keeping secrets you know, especially after I gave her a bit of a drink." They circled each other. Fiyero held his gun up and Elphaba summoned an orb of magic weaving it effortlessly around her hands.
She shrugged unmoved by this. "Whatever, I wasn't relying on that anyway. You probably would've found a way to ruin this anyway." Elphaba sneered.
Fiyero frowned "What happened to you, Fae?"
"Don't call me that."
Fiyero opened his mouth to respond but he quickly stopped. His eyes widened and he dropped the gun, running towards Elphaba. The Witch looked at him confused a sneer still on her face.
He could still see the soldier standing behind her; he supported himself with a gun like a crutch. He raised it, aiming it at her back because Elphaba still didn't know he was there.
A gun shot rang out through the room, ripping through the sound barrier everything went in slow motion. The bullet seized her body and she fell to her knees, a look of complete shock on her face. A dark crimson stain formed on her chest and she jerked violently, coughing up blood. She looked to Fiyero with pure hatred in her eyes before she fell to the ground unmoving.
Guards came up and clapped Fiyero and the other soldier on the back, congratulating them. But only one thing went through his mind.
Elphaba.
Fae.
No.
He let out a heart wrenching yell of anguish, causing the others to look at him as if he were insane. He ignored them and fell to his hands.
What had he done?
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