She walked.
People bumped into her, and jostled her, and she didn't flinch. There was a rather large shard of glass still stuck deep in her hand, blood dripping slowly off her fingertips, and she barely noticed. She had her sights set on one thing only: the Ozdust Ballroom.
As she climbed the stairs, the security guards stepped in front of her. The larger, blond man spoke.
"Nobody gets in unless you're on the guest list or have a press pass."
She stared at him for a few seconds, then cocked her head to the side.
He flew like he had just been launched from a cannon. His partner, seeing this, gaped at her, and scrambled out of her way. Elphaba stormed inside and searched every face she saw for either Glinda or Fiyero. She needed to know the truth. She needed to know if Glinda had betrayed her. And she was going to stop at nothing until one of them told her.
As she scanned the room, she noticed several blonde women, but no Glinda. The guests all recoiled from her, either because of her skin color, or the fact that she was bleeding everywhere, which made it slightly easier to get a look around. But the two traitors were nowhere to be found…
"FIYERO!"
The very fabric of the air seemed to rip apart as she screamed. Men and women dropped to their knees and covered their ears. The punch in the bowl rippled with the force of it.
The blood dripping from Elphaba's hand was the only sound in the silence that followed. People began to lower their hands and look up at her, afraid to move.
A single tear trickled down Elphie's cheek, and she made no move to wipe it away. A young man on the staff finally brought her a towel to wrap her hand in. "I think he left about a half hour ago, with some little blonde girl," he said. "Most likely, they headed over to his suite at the Oziott Hotel."
Elphaba mumbled a thank-you as she headed for the exit.
They had better be ready.
The Wicked Witch of the West was coming.
And she was pissed.