Hey ya'll! Sorry for the long wait, but my life as been WAYYY busy! On a brighter note, I made my school's softball team!! Whoo Hoo! Okay, enough about me! I felt really bad not updating so I made this chapter full with details! And just to let you guys know, this story isn't gunna be really silly as everyone thinks it's going to be. Sure there will be some funny things that happen in the story, but if you check the genre's I have listed, humor isn't one of them. Okay, that made me feel bad... So forget what I just said if that offended you! =D

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Chapter 2/ Rent

Amongst all of the chaos Glinda had somehow made her way to the stage. Since the "departure" of Wizomania, the theatre was abandoned and frankly, as Glinda noted, looked like shit. The outside of the theatre was covered in graffiti with a few broken windows here and there.

The inside didn't look any better. After Wizomania was cancelled, the Emerald City folk wanted to know why. Glinda knew of the promise she made her friend and decided to not answer the citizens questioning. But of course, that didn't work out too well. The day after Wizomania closed, and still no answers from their new ruler, the citizens of the Emerald City had a riot at the theatre.

There were so many people, men and women, that only half could fit into the whole theatre and destroy the chairs, burn the curtain and graffiti the walls. While that was happening in the inside, almost the same thing was happening on the outside. People were defacing statues, throwing rocks in threw the windows and of course the graffiti on the walls.

Once a great theatre that thousands would come to every year, now looked like nothing but an abandoned, old building that would be found in the slums of the city.

The blonde sighed as she recalled the memory. That was the day when she told them all the truth about their "Wonderful Wizard." She still kept to her promise though. Not once did she mention Elphaba or as the Ozians knew her as, the Wicked Witch of the West. However if the Ozians now knew that their ex-ruler was corrupt, then if they start doubting ANYTHING the Wizard ever said, then that was not her fault. Or at least that's what she told herself.

Glinda shook her head to try and clear her mind; she had a job to do. She cleared her throat to get everyone's attention, but that didn't work too well. She coughed a little louder but it seemed the noise just got louder. Well, if she had to, she had to.

The blonde took a deep breath, puffed out her chest and shrieked, "EXCUSE ME!"

It was so quiet that you could have heard a feather drop. Glinda straightened herself out and resumed her "Ruler of Oz" stance, as she called it.

"Now that we're all quiet, I would like to start the meeting. I know for a fact that you all know why you are here, seeing as I sent you all a letter, is that correct?" Everyone in the theatre nodded. "Alright good. So as you know I would like to put on a musical with you all as the cast. I know you all have scripts, so I don't have to worry about that. Now I know we're a few cast members short but we'll just have to hold auditions to find the right people for the parts. So when we all were in Shiz together I recall when we all went to the campus café and we all took turns singing a song. So because of that I know you all can sing, therefore you do not need to audition. Now I'm going to give you all parts based on your personalities."

There was a moan that travelled through the whole crowd. Glinda sighed, "Yes I know, I know. You all want to pick your own parts but I think this musical will be better if you had a part that you'd be able to connect with. So are you all ready to find out what part you have?"

There was some mumbling but the blonde just pretended like she didn't hear it. "Ok, so the character Joanne Jefferson will be played by Shenshen, and Maureen Johnson will be played by Pfannee." The two girls squealed and hugged each other.

Glinda rolled her eyes, "Alright… Benny will be played by Avaric. Tom Collins will be played by Tibbett and Angel will be played by Crope. Last but not least, Mark Cohen will be played by Boq."

Boq's mood immediately brightened when Glinda called him by his real name. It was an honor but also a shock to him. He was about to thank her when she spoke again.

"Alright, is there anyone here that is really unhappy with their part?"

There was silence as everyone looked at each other wondering if someone was going to speak out or not. In truth none of them had the courage or the guts to question Glinda's choices. Well, everyone except one.

"Yea, I'm unhappy with my part Galinda," Avaric said.

Glinda's head whipped around so fast to glare at him, she could swear that she had gotten whiplash. In a soft angry voice she hissed, "What did you just call me?" It was like the moment Avaric had called her by her old name, she had gotten every memory from Shiz back. It was just too much to handle.

Avaric almost immediately backed away. From what he remembered at Shiz, she was always perky. This was the side of her not a lot of people got to see, nor would they want to see. "I'm sorry. I meant to say Glinda. Or would you prefer to be call your Goodness?"

Glinda just scoffed, "No, no it's alright, Avaric. Everyone here can just call me Glinda. We're all friends here, remember? We all went to school together?"

Everyone shook their heads, how could they forget? She acknowledged them, and then continued, "So Avaric, why don't you like your part?"

For a moment he had a fearful facial expression, but it soon disappeared. "Well, you said these parts were based off of our personalities, right?" Glinda nodded for him to continue. "Well then why the hell did I get Benny and not Roger?! Benny's egocentric, perverted scum, I should be Roger!"

Glinda just looked at him and smirked, "And that is exactly why you're Benny. You have every personal characteristic trait that Benny has." There was a collection of laughter and a few phrases such as, "ouch," "ohhh," and "burn" through the whole crowd. The laughter got louder when the cast noticed Avaric's face turning beet red. Glinda just stood up on the stage with her hands on her hips and a victorious grin on her face.

The laughter was soon interrupted by a loud crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. Pfannee and Shenshen screamed then hugged each other as if their lives depended on it. Boq and Glinda both rolled their eyes at this. The cast heard tapping on the roof and looked out the window to see that it was now heavily raining. Not only did they notice that there was a storm outside but they also noticed that night time had fallen upon them. Glinda couldn't help but notice the eerie feeling that hung in the room.

Glinda shook the feeling away, knowing it was probably nothing and that she was getting scared for no reason. Since it had gotten darker, every one had gotten up to go find any source of light they could. Boq found a light switch that turned on the chandeliers, but they didn't give off that much light since many of them were broken. However, they would just have to due for the moment. Now that the theatre had light, everyone sat back down in their seats.

The blonde turned her attention back to the cast that waited for her to begin speaking again. "Alright is there anyone else that has a concern with their part?"

There was a moment of silence, and then Crope raised his hand in a very dainty fashion. "Yes Crope," the blonde said. He put his hand down then began, "Angel is a drag queen, right?" Glinda nodded her head in answer. "So that means I'm going to be wearing woman's clothes?" Glinda again nodded her head. Crope smiled, "Thank you, Miss Glinda." Glinda new he was genuinely excited to cross-dress because as she remembered from Shiz, he would always find some excuse for him to dress in drag.

There was another crash of thunder and the lights flickered. The eerie feeling Glinda had gotten earlier was coming on very strong now. They all could tell it was raining harder now because the tapping on the roof sounded like gunfire now. Glinda tried to shake the feeling off but it just wouldn't go away. She new she was being foolish, but she just couldn't help but feel like some bad was going to happen. Glinda looked around to see that everyone's faces had more or less of a frightened expression.

Boq looked out the window, "I'd hate to be anyone caught in that storm right about now." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. This was one hell of a storm.

"Anyway, back to business. I know I sound like a scratched CD that keeps repeating, but I'm just trying to make sure. Is there anyone who isn't happy with their part... that has a good reason?" Glinda looked around the theatre. Not one single hand was up. "Are there any questions?" Glinda was trying to get everyone out of this eerie situation that they seemed to be in.

Boq timidly raised his hand, "Miss Glinda-". The blonde interrupted him, "Boq, you don't have to use the miss, you can just call me Glinda." She gave him one of her sweet smiles and winked. Boq immediately turned bright red. Glinda noticed that he looked really cute when he blushed. Glinda began in a sweet voice, "So what was your question, Boq?" He had stopped blushing and looked up at her. He was cute when he wasn't blushing too, she realized. What was happening? Was she getting a crush on him? No, she couldn't be, this was just mere attraction. That's all it was, attraction, nothing else, or so see told herself.

As she was going through her emotional battle, she hadn't realized that Boq had asked his question. "Um, Miss-, I mean, Glinda?"

"Yes Boq," she said with a smile.

"I was just wondering why you're not going to be in the musical? There is a female role open."

"Oh yes, I know. But I'm the ruler of Oz now and I can't be in a musical with a character that's a stripper or a lesbian," she laughed. "What would the Ozians think?" Everyone joined in laughing, including Boq. He looked cute when he smiled and when he laughed also. Oh, Lurline! What is wrong with me? She thought to herself, nothing is wrong with you except the fact that you won't admit that you have a tiny crush on him! Great! Now her own conscience was against her! Or was it...

She shook her head to clear her mind then began, "Alright, one more time, is there any more questions?" No one raised their hands. "Okay, so if there are no more questions then-" She was interrupted by a loud noise from the back of the theatre. She wasn't the only one that heard it; the whole cast turned around to see what the commotion was.

There at the back of the theatre was a dark silhouette of what was only tall and large enough to be a human male slumped against the door frame.

This was it, Glinda thought, this was the bad, eerie thing that she new was going to happen. She prayed to every god and goddess that she could think of, to have this man not bring them harm. Well, most of them.

In a shaky voice Glinda called out to the stranger, "Sir, can we help you?"

There was no reply. The man moved slowly away from the door frame and took an unstable step forward. Again he just stood there, frozen as if he were a statue, with his head down so they couldn't see his face.

Glinda was becoming very scared. What were these man's motives? Was he going to bring them harm? Again she called out to him, "Sir, I'm going to ask you again, can we help you?"

This time for an answer the man involuntarily dropped down on both of his knees and then face first into the ground.

Glinda gasped and everyone was immediately out of their seats and racing towards the collapsed man. Boq and Avaric got to him first and both got to one knee. Everyone else, including Glinda, were right behind them.

Avaric looked up at Crope and Tibbett. "You guys get the girls out of here."

Tibbett looked at him with a confused expression, "Why?"

Avaric groaned, "Because… If this guy is dead, I don't want the girls to have to see that! Do you got that?"

Tibbett nodded and he and Crope quickly got to work on herding the girls away from the man on the ground.

Panicking, Boq said, "We have to check his pulse to see if he's alive."

Avaric and Boq got to work on rolling him as gently as they could without harming him any further. From the looks of it, the guy was pretty beat up. The strange thing about him was, he looked like he was wearing an old Gale Force uniform. And by the looks of all of the medals on his jacket, he must have been of high ranks, if not still.

His whole body was soaked to the bone from being out in the storm. Blood stains covered his clothes and skin. Rips and gashes lined his clothes along with cuts and bruises on his flesh. His dirty-blonde hair with a tint of red in it that thankfully wasn't blood was matted to his face, still concealing his identity.

Boq pressed two fingers to the man's neck, feeling for a pulse. It wasn't easy, but he found one and it wasn't a good one. The pulse was slow and fading, just like this poor soul that lay in front of them. They needed to get this guy to a hospital and fast. His time was starting to run out, and fast.

Boq looked up at Avaric and proclaimed, "He's got a pulse but it's very weak. We have to get this guy to a hospital, and fast."

Avaric nodded, the scoffed, "Yea, but who is this guy? What are we gunna do? Go into the hospital and say, 'Here's some guy that just randomly showed up at the theatre. We have no idea who he is, or anything about him, but here you go!'"

Boq glared at him. "Well maybe we'll know who he is. In fact, Glinda will most likely know who he is since he is or was in the Gale Force."

Avaric understood and called Glinda over. She approached them cautiously. "You called me?" Her voice was shaking with fear.

Boq stood up and faced her. He spoke to her with a tender voice, "Do you know who this is? He's wearing a Gale Force uniform so we thought you might…"

"Can I get a look at his face? I might recognize his face," she said.

"Okay, but he's really beat up so his face might be a little disfigured," Avaric cautioned. Avaric moved the hair away from the man's face as softly as he could. He then rubbed some of the blood off of the man's face. He got up and walked away from the unknown Gale Forcer to give Glinda room to see.

Glinda looked down at this John Doe, and studied his face. After a really long, quiet moment Glinda cried out and began to sob uncontrollably. Boq wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders as she began to shake.

No, it couldn't be! It was impossible! As must as she wished it weren't true, he was dead and gone. I must be going crazy, this cannot be real!! That's all that went through her mind as she looked at the man laying on the ground before her. But she wasn't crazy, everyone saw the same face as she did, and everyone knew who it was.

There, laying on the ground motionless, was none other then the ex-Gale Force Captain, Prince Fiyero Tiggular.