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Chapter 10

Elphaba

"Please let me go. I miss Auntie Em and Uncle Henry! Please! I just want to go home!"

"You wanna go home? Then shut your trap and give me those shoes!" That alone sent her into a new round of sobbing. Oz, did this girl's tear ducts ever run dry?

"B-but Glinda the Good Witch told me not to." At that, I grew even more furious.

"Glinda! Of course! Of course she told you that! Well, let me tell you something about Glinda. She's a bubbly bitch who's in love with herself! You know why she gave you those shoes in the first place? To piss me off, that's why! And the reason she wanted to piss me off isn't even relevant anymore." Ozdammit, I had said too much; now I was thinking about Fiyero, and now I wanted to cry right alongside the girl!

"W-what? What's the reason?" She was buying time, I could tell. Nosy little brat.

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! Now, I'm going to lock you in here until you decide to give me what is rightfully mine. Understood? Good! I can't wait forever to get those shoes!" Then, just like all the wicked witches in the storybooks Nessa and I read as children, I slammed the door and locked it behind me.

Freed from Dorothy, I went to go find Chistery. I had no further to look than the main hallway. "Chistery, I need something hot and chocolatey, and possibly …" I stopped short when I noticed who else was in the main hallway. "What are you doing here? Go away!"

"Let the little girl go, and that poor little dog, Dodo!" Glinda said. "Elphie, you can't go on like this. You are out of control! Let it go; they're only shoes. You're behaving as if they're holy relics!"

But I would not be stopped, and definitely not by her. "I can do anything I want. I am the Wicked Witch of the West!" Suddenly, I felt a pull on my gown. I looked down to see Mox, a monkey I had sent to make sure that Dorothy's little friends were properly taken care of. "At last! What took you so long? What's this?" He handed me a piece of paper, and on that piece of paper were words I dared not believe.

My dearest Fae,

First of all, I'm alive, though that should now be obvious by the fact that I'm writing this letter. And yes, it's really me. Come on, you know my crappy handwriting! Your spell worked, in a weird sort of way. Oz, I'm still getting used to even thinking this, but I'm a scarecrow. Before you start hating yourself and thinking that you suck (I know you, Elphaba Thropp!), I'm FINE. You saved my life. And now, I get to save yours. I'm coming with Boq and the Lion to save Dorothy. I need you to chase us, corner us in the North Tower, and set me on fire. Now, at this point, you're thinking that I'm nuts, and you're probably right, but don't tear up this letter yet! One of the others will have the sense to put out the flames. Oh and make sure a bucket of water is nearby so they can do that. There is a trapdoor in the North Tower. Position yourself above that trapdoor and in the way of the water. Once the water is thrown, the Wicked Witch will melt. Yahoo. I know, I know, my sarcasm will never reach the level of yours!

I know this is risky, but I also know you can do this! Tell no one of this plan. I'll see you soon.

All my love,

Fiyero

P.S. I'm 85% sure we won't have to deal with Erik, but still, be on your guard.

XO

Oh. My. Oz. It couldn't be real, but as he said, that was indeed his abysmal handwriting that I had been annoyed with while we were at Shiz. It took all of my self control not to squeal like Glinda. Glinda. Right, she was still there, with a concerned look on her face. "It's Fiyero, isn't it? Is he …?"

I thought quickly. "We've seen his face for the last time." That wasn't technically a lie, was it?

"Oh no!" Oz, I didn't think I could handle it if she had started crying like Dorothy.

As luck would have it, I found a bucket in a nearby corner. "Chistery, fill this with water and take it to the North Tower, please." He looked dubious, but I think he realized that there was no time to explain. I had unfinished business to take care of.

"Um, what in Oz are you doing?"

"The time has come. I surrender. Mox, the Grimmerie, please." Mox handed me the book, and I held it out to the one person in Oz I trusted it with. "Go on, take it."

"Elphie, I can't read that. You know I can't."

"You can learn, though. Now it's up to you." She took it, looking far from the perky schoolgirl who told me I needed more pink in my life.

"Oh, Elphie …" She looked like she could cry again but this time, I would not have minded. I was almost there myself.

"You're the only friend I've ever had." True, even though I had two men who wanted my heart, Glinda was my only true friend.

"And I've had so many friends!" I smiled a little at that. "But only one that mattered." That, on the other hand, was the most genuine thing I had ever heard from Glinda. I took my hand in hers.

"You've always made my life just a little bit brighter. And I'm sorry for abandoning you at Shiz, I'm sorry I have to abandon you again, I'm sorry about Fiyero …"

"Elphie, it's okay. I should've come with you. And I should have realized … but I guess it doesn't matter anymore." Suddenly, we heard noises from above.

"I don't have much time now. Take care of Oz, and take care of Erik, and please take care of yourself."

"You've changed me so much. But I don't think I can do this."

"You have the strength, Glinda. You changed me too, for good."

She smiled sadly. "For good." Then she fell into my arms. I realized that I could probably pick her up if I wanted to. I didn't want it to end, but then …

"Oh, you saved me! Oh, Toto! Thank you!" Fiyero and the others had arrived. This was it.

"They can't know you're here," I quickly said. "No one can know you're here! Hide yourself!" She looked terrified, but she rushed to a nearby closet. Glinda, I am so sorry.

As soon as Glinda disappeared, Dorothy, Fiyero, and company arrived in the main hallway. I took a deep breath, and focused on becoming the Wicked Witch of the West again. "Going so soon?" I sneered. "You can't go yet! The fun's just about to start!"

"We're in deep dodo," Fiyero told the others. "Let's run! C'mon, this way!" As they bolted for the North Tower, I noticed that Erik was not among them. That was comforting, but also a bit worrisome. He could be anywhere, wreaking havoc. But I had to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Well, don't just stand there!" I yelled at the guards. "Get them! They're headed towards the North Tower!" I ran after them, thinking: Oz, what is happening?! By the time I arrived at the North Tower, all four of them were caught by the Tigulaars' soldiers.

"Oh no, we're as good as dead," the Lion groaned. "She's gonna kill us!"

"Right you are," I said maliciously. Oz, I hated acting this way. "The last to go will see the first three go before her. You first, Scarecrow!" Our eyes met, and he gave me a look of comfort. Yes, those still were his sapphire eyes, gazing lovingly at me. "How about a l-little fire?" No, I couldn't do this. But Ozdammit, I had to do this! I lowered the broom, and a moment later, his arm was on fire.

"No! Scarecrow!" Dorothy exclaimed. Thankfully, she found the bucket of water and aimed for Fiyero. A second later, water hit me square in the face. The fire was out. Thank goodness.

"I'm melting!" I screeched, opening the trapdoor with my foot. "Oh, what a world! I never thought a little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness! No, I'm going! No!" I ended my act with a whine, and felt my feet touch the ground. I closed the trapdoor under my cloak and breathed a sigh of relief. It was over.

Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth. "Silence, my emerald angel. We don't want that little farm girl to know you're still alive, now do we?" Oh no.

Mwahah! A cliffie! The final chappie is next.

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Elle Dottore