My Last Goodbye
Part 1
The world spun, before splitting in two, making the two spheres separate, and then merges into one specter. For Fiyero, this was just too much, and too much to take, too much for his spirit to handle. His heart throbbed, as it struggled to pump within his aching chest. Slowly, Fiyero fell to his knees, his dark sapphire eyes stared absently at the two witches of Oz, glaring, squaring off, neither moving, and staring each other down in some silent showdown of wills.
His vision blurred, before flickering between light and darkness, before something cold, slams into the side of his head. It took Fiyero a moment to realize, that his body had caved beneath the unseen weight of the world, pressing down on the Prince's shoulders. The invisible binds once keeping him steady, finally snapped, allowing his limp form to crumple to the ground.
His eyes remained transfixed at the two witches, waiting, watching, too afraid to breathe. Absently, his mind drifted back through the sea of memories, unconsciously trying to put the events which led to this, back in their proper place. For one moment, he was cradling his Fae, her warm body pressed gently against his, trembling violently within his arms. The smell of her raven hair filling his senses, making his mind spin in sheer ecstasy.
Oh how he had missed the smell of Night Blooming Orchids, the heavenly, alluring scent which always captivated the Prince, in its seductive symphony of lust. For no girl he knew, possessed such an ethereal scent, like the green woman, currently trembling within his arms.
Though his mind screamed for him to let go, to back away from the eminent danger surrounding him, his heart, simply wouldn't allow him. It was almost like an invisible force, a phantom of the wind, had risen within the mysts of time, dancing Magickally against the edge of songs and reality, before twirling up to the Prince's side, wrapping its seductive arms around his body, and holding him in place; a prisoner to the winds of Chance.
Closing his eyes, his mind wandered back to the days of yore, to the glorious days back at Shiz, sitting beneath the Weeping Willows, with Galinda sitting at his right, her slender legs spread, the ruffles of her dress splayed against the stark emerald green of the fields surrounding them, her long, blonde hair fluttering within the light breeze, sparkling within the golden rays of the sun.
And the emerald beauty, sitting to his left, book in hand, golden frames slowly slipping down her slender nose, her dark chocolate eyes scanning the yellow stained pages, long tendrils of raven silk billowing around her, a few loose strands twirling around her face, making the gold within her eyes sparkle. Unconsciously, the emerald beauty presses herself against the Prince's side, seeking warmth, or comfort. Fiyero never minded he actually relished those times, when Elphaba would let down her barricade, and simply slip within the stream of comfort.
Whilst Fiyero immersed himself within the ribbon of the past, Galinda had, at that moment, felt a shift in the magickal stream that those gifted with such talents, could feel. It was at that shift that Galinda's eyes snapped up in time to behold the sight of Elphaba's right hand, hovering a few inches above the Prince's back an ebony dagger clutched tight within slender emerald fingers.
There was nothing to think about, nothing to debate over, she simply just moved, forcing her will against the binds pressing her against the wall. The urge, the desperation to reach the Prince, gave the white witch the strength needed to break through the bonds. And rushing towards them, Galinda merely reached out, grabbed onto the Prince's shoulder, and shoved him away minutes before the ebony dagger would have plunged into his flesh, killing him.
Moving with lightning speed, Galinda spun back, grabbing the ebony dagger before Elphaba could plunge the dagger into the blonde's heart.
She didn't know how, for her magick was nowhere near as powerful as her friends, let alone Morrible's. Yet somehow, she had Magickally summoned the Silver Dagger of Light, to appear within her clenched hands. And though it pained her deeply, she knew deep down, that if she did not strike first, someone; namely her or Fiyero, would end up on the other end of the ebony dagger.
Elphie…forgive me
A breathe of a whisper, Galinda took the silver dagger, and plunged it deep to the hilt, into Elphaba's abdomen.
The realization of what she had done, did not hit the blonde, until the feel of something warm, and sticky gush over her hands, covering them in hot liquid.
Slowly, Galinda's eyes fluttered down to the floor, and widened at the sight of blood, rushing over not only her hand, but Elphaba's as well; still clutched tight to her own small, delicate hand.
A hard sob, escaped Galinda's lips, before her eyes slowly rose back to stare teary-eyed back into swirling ebony. A pang, skipped across her heart, knowing that she had done the deed she had never hoped, to never do. She had killed her friend, stabbed her through with a dagger.
"E…Elphie" whispers Galinda.
An icy sneer, before a heated pain, sliced through the blonde witch's side, making her vision swim, and her body to go rigid. Something warm stained her dress, before spilling to the ground. Slowly, Galinda's eyes darted to the side. What she saw made her breathe hitch within her throat. The ebony dagger still clutched loosely within her friends emerald fingers, now lays imbedded hilt deep, into her side, blood gushing over the handle, and covering her friends hand in crimson gore.
Slowly, Galinda's eyes flicker back to stare horrified back at the creature, the person, who had stolen her beloved friend, tainted her soul and plunged her into the fiery pits of hell.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda. Small flickers of chocolate dart in and out of the darkness, before disappearing within the ebony abyss.
Letting out a small hiss, the emerald witch, let's go of the silver handle, reaches up and grabs a hold of the blonde's dress. Forcefully, she pulls the white witch closer to her face.
"You killed us…we kill you" snarls Elphaba.
Before Galinda can utter another word, Elphaba, using the last of her strength, pushes the blonde away from her. And in doing so, makes the silver daggers till plunged hilt deep into her abdomen, to slice upward, before being violently ripped out of her body, causing a river of crimson blood to pour out of her body.
"Elphaba!" Screams Fiyero.
Galinda hits the floor, and rolls a few feet away, a blood stained hand pressed against her side, stifling the blood flow. Her golden curls and her dress become stained in her and the green witches' blood.
Panting in pain, Galinda very weakly, raises her head up off the floor, her dark cerulean eyes watching painfully as Fiyero runs up to Elphaba's side, his hand presses against the gaping hole in her abdomen, the other, cradles her body against his own.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero tenderly.
"Get away from me!" howls Elphaba as she violently struggles to free herself from Fiyero's hold.
"Let me help you!" cries Fiyero desperately, pain laced deep within his voice.
Howling, Elphaba reaches back and punches Fiyero hard in the face. For a few tense seconds, Galinda, the Wizard, Morrible, and Langwidere stand frozen, watching, waiting, and all unsure to the final outcome. Would the wicked witch allow the dashing Prince to aid her in her injuries, or would she kill him, before allowing someone like him, to touch her.
During this time, Langwidere slowly backs away towards the great doors; the Monkey's following her steps.
"Please Fae…let me help you" whispers Fiyero.
"We do not need your help" growls Elphaba, before spatting in his face.
Knowing he cannot reason with her, Fiyero painfully turns to stare pleadingly back at Morrible. Tears, sparkle within his eyes, as he silently signals to the once HeadShiztress for guidance. And though she was the last person he would have ever asked for help from, he knew, that she was the only one powerful enough, to perform the spell needed.
Nodding, Morrible waved her arms in a graceful motion, as she mutters a silent incantation under her breathe. A strange, green sphere slowly appears before the Press Secretary. With a gentle motion of her stubby hands, the old witch sends the sphere towards the emerald witch writhing within the Prince's arms.
For a second, the emerald sphere hovers above the green witches head, before slowly shattering, sprinkling emerald and gold dust to rain over Elphaba's head.
Shrieking in pain, Elphaba's body jerks violently within Fiyero's arms, before going limp, a small breath slips past emerald lips, before going silent.
Rage fills Galinda's veins at seeing the limp figure of her friend, held tight within the Prince's arms, but, before she can even utter a word of protest, the sound of metal echoing, reverberating off the walls of the great throne room, making the blonde cover her ears with her hands.
Nervous, Langwidere, and the rest of the Monkey's slowly start to back up towards the windows. Galinda silently watches, as Langwidere removes something from her right breast.
"Stop her!" roars Galinda.
Before Morrible or anyone can get to her, Langwidere removes an ebony orb. Holding it above her head, Langwidere gives the blonde an evil sneer, before smashing the orb on the ground. Instantly, an ebony myst swirls around her, and the Monkeys.
Slowly, the myst clears, revealing to all that Langwidere, and the Monkey slaves, have vanished into thin air.
"How" starts Galinda.
The great doors are thrown open, a loud bang resounds within the room as the doors slam against the walls. A small contingent of Gale Force soldiers enters the throne room, each pointing a spear down at the limp figure of the Wicked Witch.
"Take her to Southstairs!" orders the Wizard.
"What…you can't! She's hurt!" screams Galinda.
Wincing in pain, Galinda bites her lip as she forces herself to rise back on her feet. Wobbling, Galinda pushes through the dizziness taking over her mind, as she pushes her way towards the Gale soldiers now roughly tearing Elphaba's body away from Fiyero.
"Stop it…in the name of goodness stop!" shrieks the blonde.
"Galinda…don't interfere" snarls Morrible, as she Magickally appears by the blonde's side.
"She's hurt…you can't send her to Southstairs she'll die!" wails Galinda.
"And you are injured as well" counters Morrible, as her eyes glance down to the blonde's bloody side.
"My injuries are nothing, compared to what Elphie has suffered!"
"Tend to your injuries and let me and the Wizard tend to the affairs of the City" growls Morrible.
"I will do no such thing until you heal my friend!" snarls Galinda.
Sighing, Morrible reaches out and grasps hard, onto the blonde's side. Yelping in pain, Galinda struggles to free herself from Morrible's grasp.
Growling, Morrible quickly mutters an incantation beneath her breath, before letting go of the blonde.
"What in Oz did you do!" wails Galinda, tears pooling within her eyes.
"I healed you…satisfied?" asks Morrible, her voice cold and deadly.
"I didn't want you to heal me…I wanted you to heal my Elphie!"
"Miss Upland…if you would shut up! You would see that Miss Thropp does not require my services!" snaps Morrible, irritated now by the blonde's high pitched wailing.
Giving the old witch an evil glare, Galinda's soft, cerulean eyes drift over to her friend's. A small gasp slips past her lips, for the fatal wound inflicted upon her friend by the silver dagger had indeed stopped bleeding, and was healing slowly, on its own.
"But…how?" whispers Galinda.
"My dear stupid student…surly even you could comprehend this!" snarls Morrible. Not getting a response, Morrible simply sighs, before turning back to face the irritating blonde.
"Miss Thropp is already a very powerful sorceress…aided in the fact that she, had absorbed the spells once held within the pages of the Grimmerie-"
"Give Elphie the power to heal herself" Galinda all but whispers the last part.
"Very good Miss Upland…perhaps there is a brain in that empty head of yours"
Deciding not to acknowledge the witches jibe, Galinda merely continues to stare at the deathly pale face, of her best friend as her body is lead away to Southstairs, where unspeakable horrors await.
"Galinda?" whispers a faint voice.
Slowly, Galinda turns to face Fiyero, standing broken, covered in blood but a few feet away. The broken look sparkling within his eyes cracks the blonde's heart even more.
Slowly, Galinda steps into Fiyero's arms. Closing her eyes, she waits, as the feel of Fiyero's arms closing in around her, pressing her gently against his chest, fills her.
The floodgates of her emotions breaks open, and for the first time, since this nightmare started, Galinda allows all her pent up emotions to spill forth. Her legs tremble, before giving beneath her. Slowly, both Fiyero and the blonde fall to the floor, each crying out their pain into the now silent air.
Months past, as Elphaba remained imprisoned within the walls of Southstairs. Every day, Morrible would lift the sleep spell, allowing the guards that remained, to exact their revenge against the emerald witch, for what she had done to their comrades. Each day, Fiyero and Galinda would wince; hearing the blood-curdling screams of their friend, as the guards maliciously beat her.
Only after hours of the abuse, would the guards finally leave, allowing both Fiyero and Galinda to enter the cell, and tend to her injuries; always with the guise of trying to extract information from the witch.
And each time Galinda entered, a piece of her soul, was slowly chipped away. The gruesome lacerations, cut marks, the deep gouges of skin missing in various places, the violent bruises, the blood soaking her flesh, the mutilations done to her back by the vicious bite of the whip, it was almost too much, for the blonde to take.
It was on this day that Fiyero and Galinda witnessed for them, the true horrors to which their friend endured while imprisoned within these hellish walls.
Fiyero and Galinda had come early to Southstairs, hoping to tend and heal as much of her injuries as possible, before the contingent of guards arrived for her daily beatings and torture.
Having been lost in the myriad of violence, both Fiyero and Galinda had failed to the encroaching footsteps of the guards. It was only as they made their way down the last flight of steps, that the blonde heard them.
Panicked, she grabbed Fiyero's hand and forcefully pulled him deep into the shadows of the cell, just before the guards, led by the new Captain, arrived.
Clutched within the Captains hands was a leather bag. Opening it, he took out a small amount of crimson powder. Kneeling before the crumpled form of the witch, the Captain blew the dust over the raven haired witches head. Slowly, she stirred, and awakened.
A snarl escaped her lips, before the Captain viciously back handed the witch in the face, making her head slam into the granite walls.
Two of the guards walked up to her. Reaching down, both grabbed hard onto her wrists. Yanking her to her feet, the two slammed Elphaba hard against the stone wall. Grabbing the chains wrapped around their waists, the two quickly wrapped them around her wrists.
Once done, both stepped to the side, and as they did, the chains wrapped around the witches wrists forced her arms to be pulled to the sides, rendering her useless.
The Captain, smiling wickedly at this, steps up behind the witch. His gloved hand reaches out, and gently brushes a few raven strands of hair off Elphaba's neck.
"I wonder" sneers the Captain, as he brings his lips close to the witch's ear.
"If you're going to live after this?" snarls Elphaba.
Laughing, the Captain grabs a hold of the corners of her dress. The sound of cloth ripping fills Elphaba's ears, as her outfit is torn from her body, leaving her naked before the men.
"If you taste, as good as you smell" laughs the Captain.
Before Elphaba can say another word, the Captain slams his body against hers. Struggling, Elphaba legs are kicked open, allowing the Captain access to her center.
A howl of pain echoes throughout the silent dungeon, as the Captain forces himself into the emerald witch. Elphaba's hand clenches and unclenches in midair, as the Captain violently thrusts within her.
A snarl and Elphaba once again struggles against the Captain, trying with all her might to remove him from her body.
A guard, having watched this, steps up next to her. In his hands, he holds a smoldering poker glowing red in darkness. Smiling darkly, the guard presses the poker against her skin.
A soul-shattering scream, fills the air, as the sound of sizzling flesh fills the room. The guards laugh, as the Captain continues to pound deeper into Elphaba's body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Captain grunts his release. Laughing, he rests his sweat beaten forehead against her emerald back.
"How does it feel" pants the Captain. "To have your humanity ripped away from you…remember this…for this is what you have done to those innocent men" snarls the Captain.
Okay, was so going to wait longer before posting another chapter, just too make you guys suffer, but hey, couldn't do it and was anxious myself, to get another chapter posted. So please don't kill me, but this chapter had to be written. Don't worry, the next one will be even better, and Langwidere's purpose will be revealed in the next chapter. Again thanks for staying with this story, and please review, the more reviews, the sooner another chapter will be posted. And, reviews are love. Lol, thanks again!