Sorry for the delay, wasn't in the proper mood. I kept writing shit about Elphaba dancing naked with Glinda…I shall do it again…but not yet. Jojojo
I found the Wicked category on the book section =D So I'm also changing this from category =)
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Elphaba stared numbly at the young tree Ms Potato had planted on top of Frex's grave. It danced on the howling winds- accompanying the one adorning Nanny's grave. The Winkies didn't believe in the soul. For them, everything had a spirit- immortal but earthbound. When the body died they rose in search of a new body, leaving behind their thoughts and memories. The tree would be the home of her father's spirit now- as the young pine next to it had already become Nanny's. They both were now sacred creatures and that made her feel a little better.
Shell was whispering a prayer to the Unnamed God. She knew the paragraph. She had recited it countless of times- back at the mauntery. But now the words seemed blurry and unintelligible. Empty and meaningless…
Something touched her and she flinched violently. Her head snapped first towards the pale hand on her forearm and then at the body it was attached to. Then at the face…at the blue gentle eyes.
Glinda's nose was all puffed and the tears of her weeping had ruined the carefully placed makeup…and she was still beautiful. Elphaba faintly wondered what made some creatures beautiful and others repulsive. Was it a matter of physical appearance or was perhaps something else- something invisible to the eyes? And if it was physical, what was it? Fyiero had found her beautiful, when the rest of Oz found her repulsive- or as Glinda had put it once: exotic. She could understand exotic…but Yero had called her beautiful.
"Elphie, honey…lets go inside, you look a bit pale."
Could it be the way one acted? If Avaric lost his charisma, showing what and who he really was, would he become even more repulsive than she was? And If Glinda would turn into a Toad, would she still be considered beautiful for anyone that placed eyes upon her. Could it be the eyes? Those eyes so deep and so gentle and so warm…
"Shell!"
Like an angel, those she had seeing in the Grimmery and on the walls at Nessa's palace. Was it the soul perhaps that made others so beautiful? Had Fyiero given her a soul and taken it away on his death? Maybe it was love?
"Elphaba!" The angel was shoved away and a man appeared on her vision, a man she knew- but couldn't really place. He seemed concern. He lifted her limp body and carried her away.
Elphaba glanced around. The angel was there, looking at her, and it made her smile. Maybe she would give her a soul before taking her home.
Nothing had much sense anymore. Sometimes it was light and sometimes it was dark. Sometimes she felt as if her skin was on fire- others the cold chilled her bones. There was pain and there was fear and her moans and whimpers seemed to die in nothingness. Just when the angel appeared, the torment subsided. Creamy white hands would touch her, and there where they lay the burning would stop. She didn't want the angel to leave and the angel never did. She was always there, by her side, taking her hand, talking to her. She was all there was in the world. The only thing that mattered.
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The monkeys screeched and jumped and leaped from expensive pieces of furniture to delicate and irreplaceable pieces of art, breaking and scratching and turning them all into useless heaps of wood and fabric and shattered glass. Sometimes they would howl and snarl and viciously attack one another. They flew around in circles like starving vultures.
Glinda was having problems controlling them. When she spoke, they would stop and listen, but as soon as she turned her attention back to Elphaba, the fits and violence would restart. She was tired and desperate to have some sleep, but the crows were there too. They refused to leave and remained perched on the head of the bed. She was afraid that at any moment they would poke out the eyes of Elphaba- or hers- if she were to fell asleep.
Leaving wasn't an option either. Every time she moved, Elphaba moaned and whimpered. Her eyes would snap open and fix on her as raw with naked emotions as before cold and hard. Glinda couldn't find the strength to leave and remained on her sit, bound to the green hand between her fingers.
Ms Potato would come and go to check on Elphie, placing big hands on the green neck and chest- sometimes opening her eyelids to peer what lay inside. Liir would come too- every day at dawn and dusk. Sometimes he stirred the fire, sometimes he moved closer to the bed to stare. He would leave after a minute or so without saying a word. It all became a painful and seemly endless routine. Except for Shell who had appeared once- as if to make sure his sister was still alive—and then banished.
"I have…sinned…" Elphaba moaned once as Glinda rubbed her forehead with oil covered fingers- trying to cool down the burning skin. "I…have killed…I've denied forgiveness…I've being denied forgiveness. I'm evil… broken…wicked…"
"Hush, now." Glinda said tenderly- trying to keep her own desperation and weariness out of her voice. "You are not evil, and we both know it."
"I've ruined it. I…tried to punish him…and I destroyed my last hopes…of forgiveness…of freedom…I'm hopeless…soulless…"
"You are not hopeless. I wouldn't be here if you would."
Elphaba opened her mouth to protest but sighed softly instead as Glinda's hands lowered to her scarred cheeks.
"And wasn't it you that told me once that denying the possibility of something for lack of proves is just as stupid and dangerous as stating its absolute veracity?" She reached to the night table and picked a wooden pot. "You can't prove that you have a soul, Mss Elphaba, but you can't prove that you don't either."
The eyes staring at her grew foggy and unfocused. Glinda sighed and fell silent. Elphaba wasn't listening anymore. Pale fingers sliced easily on the pot's content. A soft scent rose from the oil and it was a welcome change to the stench of burning wood and animal's urine. She warmed it between her hands a moment and then started rubbing Elphie's neck and chest. She flinched a bit when Elphaba closed her eyes and lifted herself a bit to press further into her touch. She licked her lips and fought to push away an unwelcome feeling.
Chistery- one of the monkeys flying in circles above- perched at the head of the bed to watch them- his teeth bared in a strange grimace and his furry hands between his legs. The golden light of the lamp reflected on the dark pupils, making it seem as if his eyes were glowing with a fire of their own.
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A strange sound invaded the silence. It was a whispering …similar to the noise a snake made…but no snake could be so loud nor could it speak through the scratching of its scales. The air itself seemed to burn but her hand felt cold and empty. It flailed and twitched and she whimpered in desperation. The angel was gone…
She opened her eyes to find the foggy world afire. Her errant hand was caught. It hurt, it burnt. She turned and found a claw, green and scaly. It was attached to a strong leg, to a long slim trunk that moved downward into a long whipping tail and in front, into a long neck crowned with a head. Her eyes widen.
She had seeing dragons before. They weren't uncommon In Quadling country. They were big silly creatures with dull eyes. Fish eaters, they flew around lakes and rivers, digging their claws into the water to snatch anything swimming below the surface. But this one…its eyes seemed able to see it all- and despised it. The reptilian face had a sly and sharp expression, reeking with redefined cruelty.
The Dragon smiled, flashings its razor-sharp teeth.
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"Shut up, you damn beast!"
"Wake! Witch! Fae!"
"Get the hell away! Come on, get out!"
Something crashed and there was screeching and howling and more cursing. Glinda moaned her annoyance.
"Cant someone sleep around here?" She rolled over- too tired to care about what was going on- but something grabbed her roughly by the forearms and her eyes snapped open as it jerked her up.
"Wake Witch Fae!" Chistery snarled right into her face.
"You fucking thing!"
Shell leaped towards Chistery. The monkey screeched and tried to jump away but he managed to catch the animal's leg and hurled him out of the room, slamming the door shut to keep him out. But it was too late; Glinda was awake and glancing numbly around. He cleared his throat and tried to regain some of his composure.
"Don't mind that stupid thing. Just go back to sleep."
"Wha…" She looked around. This wasn't her room. This wasn't her bed…Her eyes widened. "What on Oz?!"
"No, no, no, no." Shell said with his palms up in a pacifying gesture. "You fell asleep on that chair and I brought you here so you could get some sleep. I was leaving but those fucking animals wouldn't leave you alone."
Glinda blinked, fighting off the dizziness. It had sense, all of it. Maybe she could sleep. She was so tired, so very very tired…
"Fae!" Chistery howled outside. He thrashed the door, maybe even slamming himself against it for the sound of the blows. "Fae!"
"Why does it call you that?"
"Not me…Elphaba…"Glinda yawned. But then her eyes snapped open. "Elphaba, wha…?"
"She was asleep." Shell rolled his eyes. "Look, the old crown is with her and you need to rest. Nothing is gonna happen cause you aren't there."
But Glinda didn't listen. Her chest felt tight and her palms were sweating. Something was wrong. Chistery's wailings weren't helping to ease her mind. Without a word, she pushed the covers off her and searched for her shoes. She slipped them on and walked towards the door. Shell scowled and opened it for her.
"When you fall off that chair I won't be carrying you all the way here again."
Glinda ignored him. Chistery screeched and led her away at a run.
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The silence and darkness was terrifying. Chistery slowed down to be at her side. He was afraid and it didn't help to ease Glinda's own fears as they both walked down the corridor towards her room.
Ms Potato looked up from the bed and smiled gently. Glinda smiled back, a bit hesitantly at first, and the giggled.
"You silly thing." She hissed to Chistery, scowling down at him. "You almost scared me to death with all that melodrama."
Elphaba was awake and staring at the ceiling with dreadful intensity- her hands clutching the mattresses tightly. Ms Potato's were cradling her face, massaging the green temples, rubbing her thumbs over the green brow.
"What are you doing?" Glinda asked, feeling a strange pang on her chest. Was it jealousy? She blushed and pushed the stupid feeling away. "You…you are scaring her."
Ms Potato murmured something- her blue pupils were a strange shade of orange at the light of the lamp. She lifted one hand from Elphaba and made a gentle gesture, inviting Glinda to sit on a chair. Glinda swallowed and neared the bed to sit down. The monkeys were quite and still, their eyes on the bed. Chistery leaped forward and perched at the foot of the bed and froze- resembling an angry looking gargoyle.
"What's wrong?" She tried to loosen the grip of the green fingers on the covers but they wouldn't budge. "Does it hurt somewhere?...Elphie?"
The wild frightened eyes turned to her and the hand suddenly clamped into hers. Glinda cried out in pain and surprise as it squeezed her poor bones.
"Morrible…Carp…" Elphaba moaned in a rasping choked voice.
"What?"
"…A Dragon…"
Ms Potato chuckled and patted Elphaba's check on what Glinda supposed was meant to be a reassuring gesture, but it seemed to terrify her even more. The Good Witch glanced concerned at one and the other. Ms Potato smiled and made a circling motion with a chubby finger right next to her temple and then withdrew a small object from one of her pockets: an emerald green bottle. Elphaba's eyes widen and she heaved a strangled wail.
"Holy…!" Glinda doubled over and screamed as the pain on her hand increased horribly. She clawed at Elphaba's wrist, trying to break free. "Elphaba! Shit! You will break it!"
But Elphaba eyes were wide and fixed on the green bottle. Ms Potato lifted her head from the pillow and placed it onto her lips.
"Wait! What is that?!" Glinda shrieked, still trying to pull free. "Why is she so afraid?!"
"Fever." Ms Potato said. "Will make it better."
"No!" Elphaba moaned.
The air was suddenly filled with enraged screams and howls. The monkeys jumped from the corners of the room with their fangs bared, gray wings flapping madly and their eyes wild and furious. Ms Potato screamed in fright as Chistery shoved her off the bed and into the center of the flock.
"Stop!" Glinda screamed horrified, finally snatching her hand back. "Stop it!"
But her voice was overrode by the screeching and roaring of the animals mixed with Ms Potato's own terrified screams. The Good Witch straightened and snatched the wand of her belt.
The monkeys scattered away like a flock of startled doves as a lightening cut through the air and ripped it with deafening noise and blinding light. Glinda panted and stared with sick revulsion at the heap left on the floor.
Ms Potato- grumbling and puffing- rose to her feet and dusted off what was left of her smock, ignoring the gashing wounds and cuts crossing her body. Her face- as calm as ever- lifted and she fixed her tiny eyes on the bed.
Elphaba was sitting up and baring her teeth at the woman in a grimace of hatred. Chistery- next to her- had a similar expression on his face. Glinda noticed, for the very first, time that Elphaba had fangs…long and very inhuman fangs.
The Good With swallowed and moved towards Ms Potato as the monkeys started gathering around them, hissing and growling viciously. The winkie woman glanced at them and turned to Glinda, placing the green bottle firmly on her hand.
"She cookoo now." She said waving, her hand dismissively at Elphaba. "She drinks this. All this."
She patted Glinda's hand motherly and turned to leave the room, ignoring the hissing beasts following her every move. The door was slammed shut on her way out.