Hello peoples!
Sorry for the wait. I was on the road and now I'm at camp where the internet service is questionable. But here's Chapter 6!
Elphaba's Girl - LOL!
Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Elphaba
You know, I honestly thought Glinda had changed. I assumed she would be understanding, and respect my need to say goodbye to my sister. Oops, my mistake. But the nerve! To give the only shred of Nessa I had left to that wretched little farm girl! But, of course, I'm the Wicked Witch. It's not like I have feelings, right? And Erik! Just staring at me like I'm in a museum instead of defending me! I know I sort of broke his heart, but still!
This was my internal rant as I waited for the festivities to die down. Of course, I thought about Fiyero as well. I hoped he wasn't doing anything too brainless, trying to protect me. I had no doubt he would allow himself to be captured if it meant saving me. Idiot.
Finally, the brat was sent to the Wizard (Oz, would she be disappointed), and I emerged from my hiding place to find Glinda putting a flower on Nessa's grave! The nerve! "A touching display of grief."
"I don't think we have anything further to say to one another." Again, with that haughty, I'm-better-than-you tone.
"I wanted something to remember her by. But all that was left of her were those shoes. And now that wretched little farm girl has walked off with them! So I'd appreciate some time alone to say goodbye to my sister."
She backed off, thank Oz. Nessa had been buried by the few supporters she had left. Kneeling down at her simple grave, I thought of all things I should have done to prevent this, or at least be a better sister. Suddenly, I remembered a song that Erik and I had learned in music class at Shiz, so long ago. "Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live. Why can't the past just die?" In school, I couldn't imagine that kind of grief. Now, it was staring me in the face.
But guess who interrupted me? Little Miss Pop-u-lar herself! "Elphie, it's dreadful, it is, to have a house fall on you. But accidents do happen!"
Anger suddenly overshadowed my grief. I wheeled around to face her. "You call this an ACCIDENT?!"
"Well … no."
"Then what do you call it?"
"A … regime change! Caused by a strange and unexpected twister of fate!" Yes, ladies and gentlemen, before me was the dimmest witted person in all of Oz!
"That's how you tell people how WONDERFUL everything is!"
"Well, I'm a public figure now, so people expect me to …"
"Lie?!"
"Be encouraging! Besides, what have YOU been doing besides riding around on that filthy old thing?" Oh no, she did not just insult the reason I wasn't decomposing in a mass prisoners' grave!
"Well, we can't all come and go by bubble." She looked hurt. Good. "Whose invention was that, anyways? The Wizard's? Even if it wasn't, I'm sure he'd still take credit for it."
"Well, we're also taking things that don't belong to us. Aren't we? Erik and I were suffering last night, because of you! But I guess just having one man love her isn't enough for Elphaba Thropp. Oh no! Elphaba Thropp has to go and steal her best friend's fiancé and betray her boyfriend! Elphaba Thropp …"
"SHUT UP! Erik is worse than you are, and we're over. We've been over for quite a while now. And as for Fiyero, I know it's difficult for that blissful, blonde brain of yours to comprehend that someone like him could actually CHOOSE someone like me. But it's happened. It's real. And you can wave that ridiculous wand all you want; you can't change it! He never belonged to you. He doesn't love you, and he never did. He loves ME!"
She slapped me. She actually slapped me. Honestly, I didn't know that Glinda had the spine. So, it turned into a slapping match, and soon we found ourselves in a full out fight, complete with my broom and that ridiculous wand of hers. Then, we abandoned our weapons, and just went for each other. But here's another example of how utterly stupid Glinda is. She took off my hat, and started beating me over the head with it, as if that could somehow knock me unconscious.
"Halt, in the name of the Wizard!" Aaand, the Gale Force was here. They broke us up, but strangely, released Glinda without releasing me. Why? Oh right, I was wanted.
A familiar voice hissed in my ear. "I'll convince them just to put you in Southstairs. They want your head, but you know, I couldn't live without my emerald angel."
"You're a creep, Erik! And, I didn't know either of you could sink this low! To use my sister's death as a trap to capture me?!"
Before either Glinda or Erik could respond, we heard a wild yell, and then caught sight of none other than Fiyero swinging towards us on a vine, gun in hand. Ah, so noble, yet so brainless! He aimed the gun at Glinda's head. "Let the green girl go, or explain to all of Oz how the Gale Force watched as Glinda the Good was slain." No, Fiyero, don't! But Oz, he looked deadly serious.
"We cannot risk Lady Glinda's life," Erik declared. "Let the Witch go." So, Erik was the new Captain of the Guard. How … wonderful for him.
"Elphaba, go, now!" Yero handed me my broom.
"No, not without you." Didn't he know what they would do to him? What Erik would do to him?
"Hush! Now, go!"
My brain suddenly went on automatic pilot as Glinda gave me my hat, and I took off for the Vinkus. As I flew towards the setting sun, my only thoughts were: Must get to castle. Must find Grimmerie. Must get to castle. Must find Grimmerie. Finally, I reached Kiamo Ko. My thoughts changed to: Must save him. Must save him. I opened the book and read the first spell I could find.
Volia! Hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading!
Cheers,
Elle Dottore
