Frexpar Thropp left his car by the Yellow Brick Road and rejoined the ceremony of the departing saviours.
He had been thinking of this for a while now, ever since that wretched girl killed his child, the Wicked Witch of the East. Nessa had too much power se knew what to do with, he realized and her faith in Unionism had not aided her in any way. The girl was never meant for politics, she was too dependant and had never grown out of it. He had expected Elphaba to take on the role of Eminence as was her birth right but at the end of her first year at Shiz, she had decided to abandon any responsibility and went gallivanting off to some idealistic cause and never left a trace.
He then began to hear rumours, first only here and there but soon everyone was talking about a Wicked Witch living out in the west, in the Vinkus of all places. He heard Elphaba had gone mad for various reasons, some said it was because of a boy at college or that she had deteriorated from living in isolation or even that she had working for some crone by the name of Mombi and had cast a spell on herself that caused her to lose sense. Little Fabala – the Wicked Witch had become a terrorist, she bombed shelters merciful enough to care for homeless Animals, and she had murdered many wealthy donors to the Wizards campaigns. At least 10 years later it was announced by Madame Morrible herself that the Witch had been sighted working in Kiamo Ko, having killed Fiyero Tigelaar and the rest of the royal family.
But Frex started hearing a new set of rumours kept away from the press, mostly spoken by druggies and other hopeless thugs of a young green woman, a girl named Fae working with some underground Gillikin mob against the Wizard in the Emerald City. He wasn't sure what to make of it.
After the Witch had been discovered, Frex and his daughter had suffered tremendously. Frex was cast out by his church and made to live in insignificance, make himself unrecognizable which the Witch had done for him. His hair had gone from brown to grey to white, he became thin and crooked with the weight of his Punishment and Nessa had been labelled the 'Wicked Witch of the East' in relation to her terrorist sister and was constantly exploited.
But Frex's strength was still with him, saved for a task he had been considering for 38 years.
Elphaba, the Wicked Witch had ruined her family, his and Nessa's life and now this wretched, foreign child had arrived and killed his only salvation. He stepped into his car and started the engine.
He was going to kill them.
He was going to kill them both.
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