As soon as Elphaba had reached the top of the slope that was the river, she began sprinting north. She had only ever seen the building that was her aim once before, and wasn't sure if she could find her way from this district. But she had to try. And she wouldn't give up. And if that meant running nonstop until she found the building, so be it. It would be done. She was completely focused on that one goal, for if Fiyero died, Elphaba couldn't see herself moving on.

X

Several minutes after Elphaba had left, footsteps were once again heard on the dry riverbed. The riverbed was hardened and cracked mud, but it still managed to produce the sound of footsteps on concrete. The footsteps grew louder and louder, until whoever it was was obviously walking directly underneath the bridge.

The figure whom the footsteps belonged to walked directly over to Fiyero, almost as though it had known he (and Elphaba) were and had been there. It stopped in front of Fiyero, and began rummaging inside a bag of some sorts that hung at its side.

Soon, it pulled out a blanket. Why it had a blanket? Obviously to make Fiyero warmer. It mist have been its purpose, for he had known Fiyero was underneath the bridge, after all. Laying it on Fiyero, the figure watched his shivers gradually diminish until there was none, and then turned, and walked away, seeming to disappear into the shadows.

X

Her running took her through her gruesome scene of murder after a few moments. She however didn't stop, merely shuddering and continuing to sprint. One goal. Just that one goal.

She ran out of the warehouse district, and into several residential ones. But she still didn't stop. These were too cheap to have the one building she was looking for. So she kept running. District by district, Elphaba noticed the houses gradually growing bigger and more extravagant. She'd be close, soon.

In only a few more moments, Elphaba knew she was in the right one. District, that is. It was extremely small, but each mansion was the size of a small district within itself. It contained the Palace. But, more importantly, it contained the building in which Elphaba needed to go.

She began walking through, and at each and every house, she stopped and studied it for a few moments, before continuing on. And soon, she found the one. Her target's rest-of-the-year mansion. There was a summer one, and one in which the target used for the rest of the year. Seeing as it was Autumn, the target would be in. Sleeping.

Perfect.

Elphaba's twig thin body quickly slipped through the gates, and she began running again. It was still black outside, and as she was in black, it was next to impossible to spot her. Soon, she had made it inside the house. Everybody was sleeping, she knew. The target didn't believe that they would be kidnapped or assassinated, so they let their hired help sleep when they did. Even though Elphaba meant her target no harm, she couldn't help but think about what a bad idea that was.

Running up the stairs, she began silently exploring. It shouldn't be too hard to find the room she needed. …And it wasn't. Finding it almost instantly, she silently opened the door, noting somewhat amusedly that it wasn't locked, and slipped in. As an afterthought, she locked it behind herself.

She was now in a bedroom. An extravagant one, at that. A large king-sized bed was in the center of the room, against the wall, and there were several other pieces of furniture. And several adjoining rooms, plus a balcony. Elphaba took half of a moment to gag at the prettiness and cuteness of it all, before getting back to business. Moving, almost catlike, towards the bed, Elphaba watched the person sleeping in it as she moved to the head of it.

Elphaba bit her lip to keep from speaking. To keep from sighing. For what she saw made her remember so many times long ago. Times that should have been forgotten.

She leaned over the bed, her hands moving so they were above certain parts of the body. Elphaba hesitated for a fraction of a second, taking a moment to pull the scarf back over her face so only her eyes were visible and it was impossible to tell that she was green, before quickly darting down to cover the selected areas. Glove-covered hand covered the target's mouth, and glove-covered hand covered the target's eyes.

"Don't you dare move." Her voice was low, emotionless, and unrecognizable.