Chapter 7

I Fall Into You

AN: Hello, so, was going to wait a little bit longer before publishing the next chapter, but just couldn't resist. I hope you all like this chapter, and thank you all for the wonderful responses to the last posting. And to Fae the Queen, a big virtual cookie to you and a major congrats! You're the only one who linked the umbrella to its origin. Though yes, that's where it came from, the idea of the umbrella came from another source, a movie, which is part reference, and also a great influence in this story. Great job! Thanks again, and please review, the more reviews the sooner the next chapter will be posted.

Galinda remained frozen in place, watching, unable to move, to breathe, and too blink. It was almost as if her mind and spirit, separated from her body, astral projected high above, watching as a silent spectator to the horrors below. A hard shiver ran like a river, down her spine, making her quake.

Unsure why, Galinda remained pressed to the wall, no longer struggling to breathe, to wretch herself free, for her mind raced in chaos, as one thought kept crashing through her mind; this wasn't real, this wasn't happening. Any minute now, she was going to wake up, and find herself in the dorm room, her green roommate sitting across from her, on her bed, a book clutched tight within her slender emerald fingers.

"Elphie" whispers Galinda in a silent whisper, her dark cerulean eyes lowering to the ground, as a small crystal tear, rolled down her cheek.

Glinda…help me

"Elphie?"

Galinda's head snapped up, her dark cerulean eyes stared misty eyed back at the image of her friend, standing rigid before the great Wizard and his Press Secretary. One emerald hand clutched the ebony handle of her umbrella, the other, remained tight fisted against her heaving chest. Her lips curled into a sneer as her jaw remained clenched, trembling in anger. A ghost of a breeze swept past her, making the raven silk of her hair, to billow around her.

"Elphie?" whispers Galinda again.

"Galinda!" roars Fiyero.

A flash of white light, before a sonic boom of magick rushed towards the white witch.

Fiyero painfully struggled to rise to his feet. Biting back the pain rippling through his body, Fiyero dashed towards the white witch, and throwing his body against hers, prepared to shield her from the sudden blast of magick.

It took Galinda but a second to realize, exactly what was happening. Magick, dark magick, was rushing towards her like a tidal wave of violence. The rage, the darkness rippling within scared the white witch, for she knew this power, would decimate them all.

Clenching her eyes closed, Galinda gave one great cry of pain before four bubbles Magickally appeared around her and Fiyero, Morrible and the Wizard, seconds before the wave of magick, hit them.

Screams filled the throne room as one by one; the guards fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Once again, bones cracked, reshaping, clothes ripped, followed by screams of agonizing pain. The guards all transform one by one, into the hideous, mutilated Monkey's with wings, servants to the dark witch.

A dark mist consumed the entire throne room, swallowing the light, and casting everyone into darkness. A hard shiver ran down Galinda's spine, hearing the horrifying symphony of the screams of the guards, echo around her, metal clashing to the floor, and fabric ripping.

Slowly, the mist clears, allowing Galinda and the others a firsthand view, to the horrors surrounding them.

A hard sob, slips past the white witches lips, as the Gale Force soldiers writhe on the ground, each transforming one by one, into the hideous Monkey servants to the dark witch.

"FiFi" quavers Galinda as tears pour from her eyes.

"I've got you Glin…it's alright" soothes Fiyero.

Inwardly, Fiyero's heart was ripping in two, watching his friends of the Gale Force, transform before his eyes into mindless beasts, and knowing the woman he loved, was responsible for their suffering.

Unconsciously, Fiyero drew Galinda closer against his body, his arms tightening around her slender waist. Feeling her shiver against him, Fiyero very gently, lowered his lips, and kissed the top of her head lovingly.

The kiss, though soft, still drew the white witch's attention away from the horrors surrounding her. Slowly, her dark cerulean eyes flicker up to stare confused, back into soft sapphire.

A million questions bubbled within her mind. The most prominent, was this strange flicker of emotions, percolating deep from within her heart, whenever Fiyero was near. A shiver of emotions flittered across her skin, making her tremble, and an indescribable heat, to ignite within the pit of her stomach.

Slowly, Galinda's slender hand rises to cup Fiyero's cheek. Slowly, the white witch rose to the tips of her toes, her lips, slowly inching closer to the Prince's. Fiyero, sensing what the blonde was doing, didn't protest, nor did he pull away.

Their lips, mere inches from touching, hovered in the still air, waiting. For what, neither knew, for they were but a breath away from tasting the others lips.

A hunger, a longing to taste the white witch's lips against his own, rippled within Fiyero's mind, almost becoming insatiable. A low growl slipped past Fiyero's lips, as he slowly lowered his lips the rest of the way. Galinda's breath hitched as she waited, watching as Fiyero's lips was nearly touching hers.

A sudden scream, forced both to tear the pairs attention away from each other, and back to the horrors surrounding them, for one of the guards, half transformed rushes painfully towards the green witch, spear still clutched within his clubbed hands. His eyes flicker, between humanity, and absolution. Gritting his teeth, the guard fights against the agonizing pain of his transformation, as he forces his body, to move towards the witch.
With one last grunt of pain, the guard brings down the spear, piercing the green witch's skin, and stabbing her a few inches below where her heart beats within her chest.
"No!" screams Galinda.

Elphaba's eyes widen in both horror, and surprise, for never, had anyone been strong enough to fight against her spell. Faltering, the witch's dark eyes glaze over, before a spark flashes within her majestic orbs. Growling, Elphaba swings the umbrella still clutched tight within her hands at the guard, knocking him hard in the head, and sending him toppling to the ground.

The guard gives one small smile of satisfaction at having exacted his revenge against those who could not, before emitting a blood-curdling scream, and transforming completely into a mindless Monkey servant.

Elphaba's stance staggers, her grip on her umbrella loosens, as her eyes stare off absently back at the white witch. Her dark raven hair falls around her face, darkening her appearance, and half masking the pain flickering across her now sharp features.

For a tense moment, both witches stare into each other's eyes, a silent battle of wits, playing out on an invisible battlefield. Fiyero stood there, holding Galinda tight within his arms, his eyes, staring, pleadingly, back at Elphaba.

Her fingers loosen, allowing the umbrella to fall and clatter to the ground. Elphaba staggers again, before almost crumpling to the ground. Falling to her knees, Elphaba's dark eyes remain transfixed, on the blonde angel.

Morrible, the Wizard, even Fiyero dared not breathe, for none knew exactly what would happen now. A part of the Wizard, the foolish part of him, hoped, believed that the danger was over. That the stab wound the guard had managed to give to the wicked witch was enough to not only stop her, but end her existence.
Yet a small voice, echoed deep within his mind, a voice, forewarning him that although the stab wound was fatal, it still may not be enough to bring down this woman. This witch, who was powerful enough to not only absorb the power of the Grimmerie, but to harness its spells without having to chant the incantations needed.

She was powerful, perhaps even more powerful than the Kumbricia Witch, and Arycetia combined. For no witch there is or was, could harness the Grimmerie's power like this witch could. Not even Morrible, who was a powerful witch in her own right, could perform the spells hidden deep within the pages of the ancient book. Sure she could perform some, but that was after years of studying the pages, of trials and errors, and many many horrendifying mistakes and hiccups.

Slowly, Elphaba raises a bloody hand up to her hair. Her lithe, green fingers tangle in a sea of ebony, before an agonizing shriek of agony, rips out of the green witch's throat, the darkness swirling within her eyes, flicker, revealing soft, chocolate.

"Elphie!" screams Galinda.

Noticing the chocolate flickering within her friends eyes, Galinda begins to struggle and writhe against Fiyero's hold. Her slender fingers curl around Fiyero's arms, allowing her long fingernails to slice into his flesh.

Hissing in pain, Fiyero forcefully turns Galinda around so that she is facing him, dark sapphire glaring angrily into desperate cerulean. Strands of golden hair wisp past the blonde's eyes, making her eyes sparkle with unshed tears.

"FiFi, let me go!"

"What in Oz is the matter with you!" roars Fiyero, as he struggles to keep hold of the petite blonde.

"I have to go to her…she needs me!" cries Galinda.

"It's a rouse Galinda…she's still armed!"

"She dropped her umbrella…she's in pain…I have to help her!" cries Galinda. Angrily, Galinda starts to beat her fists against Fiyero's chest, hoping it will be enough to make the Prince release her.

"She's dangerous Galinda…she could be pretending so she can kill you!" growls Fiyero. Though her fists weren't hurting him, it was still incredibly irritating.

"Are you blind! She's in pain!"

"Please…help…me!"

Slowly, both Fiyero and Galinda's eyes flicker towards the trembling form of their friend, writhing in pain on the ground. Her dark, chocolate eyes stare pleadingly back at them. One slender green hand remains tangled in ebony tresses, the other, pushes against the floor, stabilizing the witch, and preventing her from falling to the ground.

"She needs me!" cries Galinda, struggling once again to free herself from Fiyero's grip.

"Don't be foolish…she's only pretending!"

"Fiyero have you misplaced your mind! She's hurt!" screams Galinda.

"No Galinda…I won't let you go to her!" growls Fiyero, struggling to keep a firm hold of the blonde.

"You brainless oaf! .Go!"

"No…I won't let her hurt you!"

"Yero…please…help me…please!" cries Elphaba, her voice laced with pain. Fiyero watches, as Elphaba reaches a trembling hand, covered in blood up towards the Prince.

A ripple of pain, darts across the Prince's heart, at seeing the familiar warm chocolate swirling within his loves eyes, the flame of familiarity, sparking within those majestic orbs.

It pained the Prince tremendously, for all he wanted, all he yearned for, was to run up to his love, wrap his arms around her, and hold her close to his body, kissing away the pain.

Yet he couldn't, wouldn't, fall for it again, for to many times, the brainless Prince had fallen for this rouse, well not again, this time, he would remain strong, and no matter how much his heart broke at hearing her pleas, he would remain steadfast. If only to protect himself, and the fragile blonde, trembling within his arms.

"Fiyero let me go to her! She needs me!" cries Galinda, a new found fervor burning within her to break free and envelope her friend in a warm, and protective embrace.

"Please…help me…before it comes back!"

Galinda's heart ripped hearing those words. For laced deep within the green witches' voice, held fear, heart wrenching fear, the kind of fear that twisted your soul, making your heart clench within your chest, and the very air around you, freeze. The fear of Death, of absolution, of complete and utter hopelessness, yes, that was what dwelled deep within the green woman's eyes, and it was that very thing, which made Galinda's heart lurch for the green witch.

A gut-wrenching scream, filled the throne room, forcing everyone's eyes to turn towards Elphaba. Her body stiffens, before collapsing to the ground, seizures wracking her small, slender frame.

"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.

Fiyero watches paralyzed, as Elphaba seizes violently, a few feet away. Slowly, his grip around the white witch loosens. Moving on his own, Fiyero very slowly crawls over to Elphaba's side.

Gently, he takes Elphaba into his arms, cradling her head against his chest, his strong arms wrap protectively around her slender form.

A hard sob, slips past Fiyero's lips, at the feel of Elphaba's body going rigid within his grasp as the seizures continue to attack her making her eyes flicker and fade into a listless state.

A few loose strands of raven hair fall over her eyes. Gently, Fiyero brushes the strands away, and gently tucks them behind an emerald ear. Lovingly, Fiyero's fingers trace the exotic curvature of Elphaba's cheek, and down to her lips, before cupping her cheek once more within his trembling hands.

"Fae…come back to me…please" whispers Fiyero.

Yero

Fiyero's eyes snap open, as he stares agape, back into vacant chocolate. Was that her, did she really, just mutter his name? Did he finally reach her?

"Fae?" whispers Fiyero.

Gently, Fiyero caressed Elphaba's cheek, before slowly bringing her pale lips up towards his own. He was just inches away, from claiming those precious lips with his own, when someone suddenly grabs a hold of his shoulder, and pushes him away.

A low growl, before something clatters to the ground.

Slamming into the wall, Fiyero forcefully pushed away the dizzying darkness away from his mind. Slowly, his vision came back into focus. What he saw, made the Prince go rigid in horror.

Galinda kneeled before the green witch. A white oleander hand gripped tight onto pale emerald green, the other clutched onto a silver dagger currently plunged deep, within the green witches' abdomen. And in the green witch's hand, an ebony dagger poised directly at the white witch's heart, the other, clutched loosely onto the blonde's hand, gripped loosely around the handle of the silver dagger.

A pool of crimson bubbled around the two witches, but neither noticed, both glared menacingly into each other's eyes, both panting for air.

"Fae!" screams Fiyero.