This is officially the longest fanfic I have ever written, my Wicked/ Twilight crossover (the Emerald Apple) was 18 chapters long and this one is 19…sadly this is probably going to be the second to last chapter…so the entire story will end up being 20 chapters plus a possible epilogue…don't worry I have a very climatic ending planned (though it may be a little sad)…
"Elphaba this is too dangerous," Fiyero told her. "You're still not recovered from being so sick."
"If I let my own weakness compromise this then Glinda will never recover," the green girl snapped. There was a moment of silence. "Aren't you going to argue more?"
"No," the Winkie prince sighed. "I love you and I'm sick with worry right now, but I know there's no way you'll stay. Plus I don't want a ghost for a wife."
"What?"
"If Glinda dies I doubt you'll live for much longer," Fiyero told her solemnly. "And even if you do survive you'll be dead inside. I know you." Elphaba cast her husband a look full of thankfulness and love; he did know her. "But at least I can come with you this time."
"No you can't."
"Remember what happened last time? I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"Fine." The night air pressed in on them. "Why does Boq have such a bright candle in his window?" the witch demanded suddenly, glaring at the offending flame high above her head. "The main village of Kiamo Ko isn't very far away. Someone could see it."
"I think that's the point," Fiyero exclaimed, suddenly anxious. "That's not Boq's window it's Selky's."
***
Selky jumped guiltily away from her windowpane, dropping the mirror she'd been using to amplify the candle light. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Elphaba shouted, her face ghastly with fury. The dark haired girl cowered against a wall, utterly terrified. Angrily Elphaba extinguished the candle flame with her bare fingers, ignoring the sharp pain. "How stupid can you get? Even if you did attract the attention of the townspeople do you really think they would get here to rescue you before I killed you for giving me away?"
"I don't care if you kill me!" Selky snapped bravely. "I just want you to die."
"And why do you want my blood on your hands?"
"Because you're evil," the prisoner snarled. "You've done horrible things."
"The moral absolutism of the young astounds me," Elphaba growled bitterly. "I used to think that the world was divided into good and evil when I was your age, but I was so very wrong. Everything isn't black and white Selky, the world is a blurry mix of grays. You can't simply label people good or evil, you have to learn to excavate their layers, you have to get to know them."
"Give me an example of one person in which that theory holds true!" Selky shrieked.
"How about Dorothy?" the green girl snapped. "That nice innocent little girl just happened to murder my sister!"
"Your sister was a filthy streetwalker who attempted to seduce her servants!" the captive screamed. "She was almost as evil as you!"
"Don't make me angry Selky," Elphaba warned, her eyes smoldering. "I don't want to hurt you but if you push me any further I might injure you by accident."
"Accidentally?" Selky snorted. "You're just dying for an excuse to murder me. That's what you are; a murderer!" A ring of seething green flame encircled Selky's legs. She squeaked in fear and Elphaba extinguished the fire with a great deal of self control. Closing her eyes in concentration and attempting to remain calm the green girl turned on heel and strode towards the door; Glinda needed her.
"You're a coward," Selky called after her. Elphaba whirled and promptly backhanded the snippy prisoner. It was hard to say who are more shocked. The green girl was stunned that such an act of petty violence was within her and Selky was surprised that the witch was actually capable of human emotion.
"I have just as many feelings as you," Elphaba explained quietly as she walked out. "And it hurts just as much when you step all over them."
***
"Raeb you are a genius," Madame Morrible praised. "To purposefully nick Glinda's side so that Elphaba and the others would be forced to come for the Grimmerie…that was the most brilliant plan I've ever seen put in action."
"Thanks," the old woman's assistant shrugged. "But there's one major problem; Elphaba's a whole lot more powerful than you, even without the Grimmerie."
"Oh I've got that all figured out," Madame Morrible assured him. "I'm following your advice of toying with her heart. Plus we know where they're hiding now; some residents of Kiamo Ko happened to see a bright light flashing in the window of a supposedly abandoned castle."
"Was it that Selky girl who went missing from Shiz?"
"Probably," the former headmistress replied. "They say she ran off to find that Antelope we captured with the rest of the Shiz Animals."
"The ones we hanged?"
"Yes."
***
Elphaba, Brrr, Fiyero and Boq entered the Emerald Palace via the balcony of Glinda's former room. Caya had been left at home in case someone had seen Selky's signal and evacuation was necessary; she was better at giving orders than the often silent Brrr. "Do you think Morrible knows we're coming?" the Winkie whispered.
"Probably," the green girl responded, adrenaline singing in her veins. Dark shadows lurked in the corners of the room, putting everyone on edge. The stifling silence surrounding them was thick enough to cut with a knife…and then it wasn't. A thud tore the air and five Gale Force guards stormed into the room. Elphaba's magic flattened them before they even had the chance to draw their weapons. The unfortunate men were followed by Madame Morrible. Anger flared in Elphaba's raw eyes. A band of emerald energy pressed the cruel woman up against a wall. "How would you like to be killed?" the witch spat.
"Now let's not be so hasty," Morrible suggested. She looked totally at ease, which made the green girl wary.
"Why shouldn't we crush your life out right now?" Fiyero demanded.
"Because I have something you need," the former headmistress informed them. "I alone know where the Grimmerie is."
"Why don't we give you your life in exchange for it?" the Tin Man growled, unusually aggressive.
"I want significantly more than my life for such a valuable book," Morrible insisted.
"We won't give you anything!" the Winkie growled. "You'll squeal eventually."
"We don't have time for eventually," Elphaba sighed. "What do you want?"
"You," the cruel woman snarled. "If you surrender yourself I'll allow your friends to take the healing spell you need to Glinda." The fight trickled out of the green girl's dark eyes and she bowed her head.
"Alright."
"No!" Fiyero shouted. "Fae no!"
"Fiyero you have to leave," the witch told, pulling her husband in for a passionate kiss. "I love you Yero."
"I won't let you do this!" the Winkie cried.
"Boq you'll make sure he leaves won't you?" the witch pleaded.
"Elphaba…" the Tin Man protested.
"I'll make sure they both get out of here safely," Brrr vowed suddenly, his eyes locking with those of the green girl.
"Thank you Brrr," Elphaba told him fervently, before turning to face her most hated enemy. Madame Morrible held out a pair of odd black handcuffs. Grudgingly the green girl allowed them to be snapped onto her wrists and immediately an odd feeling of weakness trembled through her body.
"These have been enchanted by the most powerful sorcerers in Oz," the former headmistress explained. "Yourself excluded. It prevents the wearer from using any magic." Madame Morrible tossed a rolled piece of parchment at Elphaba's devastated companions. "That should heal your friend."
"Go," the witch commanded. "Glinda need you; Jaybo has enough power to use the spell."
***
"I suppose I should tell you that your friends aren't safe back at Kiamo Ko," Madame Morrible told her prisoner as she tossed Elphaba into a cell. "They'll soon be taken captive by a battalion of Gale Force soldiers." A sigh of surrender escaped the green girl's lips; she had failed. The infinite night pressed in.
***
"Where's Elphie?" Glinda wondered weakly the moment her blurry eyes flickered open. Even in unconsciousness she'd been aware of a vague aching somewhere in her heart. It was a familiar feeling, but one she'd hoped to never experience again. Tears flooded the blonde's eyes as she looked into the sorrowful faces of Boq, Brrr, and Caya. But worst of all was the face of Fiyero; broken and empty.
In case anyone cares I cried while writing the last bit of this chapter (which may have been because I had 'Memory' from Cats (the musical) playing in the background which is a very emotional song…)
By the way I'm sorry that the story is ending but my ideas have kinda run dry and I don't want to try to stretch it out further than it should go…however a sequel may occur (although I have a feeling that this should end now I'm thoroughly tempted to continue on with the OCs I've come to love…and of course the Wicked characters whom I've always loved)
Please let me know what you think!