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Chapter 7

Elphaba was now held captive in Southstairs. She didn't know how long she had been there, she had lost track of time a while ago and it didn't help that she was chained to a wall, standing upright.

It wasn't how she had planned it. She had hoped to be executed. She had nothing left to live for and being a prisoner only prolonged her suffering. She should have commited suicide. Yes, suicide would have been a solution but no, she had to travel to the Emerald City and turn herself in, hoping to be executed.

Before she could think about her wish to die some more, Glinda appeared.

Fiyero had postponed the wedding. He had told Glinda that first the matter with the Witch should be settled and then they should give the Ozians something to celebrate. They should have something to look forward too.

First the trial, if it was ever going to happen, and then the wedding of Glinda the Good.

Glinda had agreed with him.

"Oh Elphie."

"What? You came to stare at the enemy? Do you want to see what real madness looks like?"

"I wanted to see for myself if somewhere deep inside the Witch my best friend still existes," Glinda answered.

But she didn't know for sure why she had come down to Southstairs. Seeing Elphaba like this, her dress torn, caked blood on the visible parts of her body where she had been whipped repeatly, her hair in disarray hurt. Glinda had to fight back tears that were already gathering in her eyes.

"Why Elphie? Tell me why did you kill all those people? Why did you turn your back on your friends and become wicked?"

"Because I could!"

But it wasn't true. Not really. Elphaba had killed them in cold blood but the disappearance of her daughter had been enough to send her over the edge. Tanith's disappearance had been the reason to go on a killing spree.

"You will be killed," Glinda stated.

"I hope soon."

Smiling sadly Glinda shook her head. She couldn't save her friend. There wasn't even anything left of her friend. In place of Elphaba was now a cruel woman, the Wicked Witch of the West.

"I will be back, Elphie," Glinda said before she left.

Elphaba wanted them to stop caring. She wanted her friends to hate her because if they didn't her execution would hurt them. It's seemed that part of Glinda still cared for her. But there had been a time, before they had been friends, that Glinda hated, even loathed her and if she would ever find out about Elphaba and Fiyero being an item back at Shiz, she would hate her more.

Even when she was dead Glinda would remember her former best friend.

"I am going to marry Fiyero one day," Glinda stated.

Elphaba looked at her. She knew that what she had with Fiyero now wasn't meant for eternity. Sure, they were happy together, Elphaba never had felt like that before, but he would and could never marry the green freak. They would be together for a while longer and then he would leave her. Everything good that happend in her life always came to an end and her relationsthip with Fiyero was by far the best that ever happend to her.

Elphaba smiled as she remembered his words from last night, before she had gone back to her dorm: You can let your guard down with me – I will always be there to catch you.

Whatever he meant by his words, Elphaba could only guess. But right now she had other things on her mind too. The Wonderful Wizard of OZ had invited her, Elphaba Thropp, the green freak of Shiz, into the Emerald City.

It had went downhill from there.

Since then she had hurt a lot of people. Some had been hurt by her actions or because of who she was, like her father, Nessa, Fiyero, Glinda and Tanith – just to name a few.

Maybe she should never have been born or drowned after birth.

Sometimes the pain was so intense that she wanted nothing more then to scream from the rooftop. Screaming her pain out in the open.

"Everything alright?" a man's voice shook her out of her reverie.

Fiyero had arrived as Southstairs at last. It seemed that her old friends were taking turns in staring at the Wicked One. Who would be the next to come and visit? Boq? Shen-Shen? Pfanee?

"I have never been better," Elphaba answered, sarcsam dripping from her voice as she turned around to look at him.

Fiyero could see that Elphaba had had another flashback. He remembered that she had a lot of them when they had grown closer together back at Shiz. During moments like this he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and make her forget all the pain she had suffered in her life. Back then they had talked a lot, mostly about the visible scars but never about the one he couldnt see.

"It is ok to be afraid. That makes you human," Fiyero told her.

"I am not human, I have no soul."

In a moment of weakness she had needed him. She had needed someone to protect her of all her bad feelings and the emotions rushing down on her. Part of her had wished, longed, for him to be there. But now Elphaba vowed to herself never to rely on someone.

And then the guards appeared again, wanting take her for another round of torture.