Chapter 11
Kiss Me Goodbye
Part 1
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Galinda's eyes remain transfixed at the ebony flame, dancing at the edge to the tip of Elphaba's umbrella, the flames, reaching with tangled limbs towards Fiyero's flesh, crackling in desperation to touch, to taste the Prince, all the while, wishing, hoping, and hungry to consume him whole within the violent fires of hell.
Slowly, Galinda's eyes flicker back to the witch the woman, standing behind the man who, just the sight of him, makes her heart beat fast within her chest. One emerald hand clutches tight around his neck, the other curls around the ebony handle to her umbrella. Her onyx eyes glare back at Galinda, making the white witch gasp silently at the darkness swirling within midnight plunged in an abyss of rage.
Feeling the Good witch's eyes upon her, Elphaba lowers her head towards the floor, closing her eyes, and curling her lips into a wicked smile, a small, cackle skips across the frozen air, before she jabs the end of the umbrella against Fiyero's neck, searing the skin beneath.
Raising her head back up, Elphaba all but glares evilly back at the good witch, chuckling at the pained expression flitting across Galinda's face. Her curls bounce against tense shoulders as her entire body shakes in both anger and horror.
"Elphie…why are you doing this!" screams Galinda.
The tears once threatening to spill evaporate within her eyes, replaced by a billowing rage rising from the pit of her stomach, steeling her nerves and quelling the pain radiating deep from within her cracked heart.
Enough was enough. She could only take so much before the anger from within would break free from its gilded chains, and rise, if only to protect the ones she loved. And watching helplessly, as the man she has started of all in love with, be tortured, and broke what was left of the Good Witch's restraints.
"Elphie…Elphie…what a perky nonsensical name to give to a person…though it makes sense…seeing as it was given by a silly, weak little girl" smirks Elphaba.
A low growl slips past Galinda's tense lips. Her eyes narrow as her hands once resting placid by her side's fist and tremble as her rage grows. A light of gossamer blue starts to radiate around the good witch, making the air around her sparkle and crackle in time with her rage. The sight, was quite frightening, for never had anyone seen the Good witch, this angry, and quite frankly, no one ever wanted to again, not even Fiyero.
Smiling, Elphaba slowly lowers the tip of her umbrella from Fiyero's neck. Slowly, she turns her face towards Fiyero's. Leaning closer, she snuggles her nose against his neck, breathing in his exotic scent, making her head swims, as a rush of faded memories crash against her mind, making her already weak body tremble.
A hard shiver ran down her spine, as a phantom outline of a man, stands before her mind's eye. In a gentle voice, the man holds out his hand towards the emerald witch, beckoning her. His voice was a ghost of a whisper, easily shaken by the wintry wind, billowing around him, snatching his words up, and making them fade into the night.
Sensing her Mistress's soul start to falter, Mystle takes a tentative step closer to Elphaba. Gently, she places a gentle hand on her quivering shoulder.
At her touch, Elphaba immediately tenses. Whirling, she glares icily back into wavering emerald, concern sparkling deep within a sea of green and ebony.
"Langwidere" whispers Elphaba; her voice was hoarse, and weak, revealing to the woman just how weak her Mistress really was. If she didn't do something soon, the both of them would once again be captured, and tormented within the hellish confines of Southstairs.
"We must away my Mistress" whispers Mystle.
Though the name had come out no louder than a whisper, the Good witch, was still able to pluck it out of the breeze, and immediately, her body stiffens, as the name swirls around her body, making her heart beat rapidly within her heart and the blood to pound within her ears.
"What…what did you call her?"
Both Mystle and Elphaba's eyes snap towards the good witch, standing but a few feet away. Her small, petite body trembles, making her knees almost knock together beneath her heavy skirts. Both her hands, rise up to her chest in loose fists, her golden curls loosen, and dangle limply against her shoulders. And the light that once was burning bright within her majestic orbs mist over as tears once again pool along the edges, threatening to spill in a cascading waterfall of pain and anger.
"What did you call her!" screams Galinda, her heart cracking more, as the threat of an imminent breakdown, cresting along the horizon of her sanity.
There was only so much, the petite blonde could take. Having lost her best friend to the cataclysmic darkness had already cracked her soul and pierced her heart. Having to bear witness to the atrocities she endured by the hands of vengeance, threatened to shatter what was left of her soul, making her heart crack even more; much like the elegant gilded mirror once hanging within their dorm room, before Elphaba's rage had gotten the better of her, and an emerald fist had gone through it, expelling her anger. And now, now teetering on the horizon, the threat, the horror that her only friend here in the palace, was dead…
A wicked smirk, slid across Elphaba's lips. Slowly, she turned towards Mystle, her dark ebony eyes staring almost lovingly into sparkling emerald. With a hungering glint in her eyes, Elphaba leans forward, and captures Mystle's lips with her own.
Both Fiyero and Galinda stare, mouths agape at the sight before them. Elphaba, the woman who had risen as the Wicked Witch, and Mystle, the soft, yet hard hearted servant to both Galinda and Fiyero, were kissing.
Slowly, Mystle's hand rises up to caress Elphaba's cheek. It was, at that moment, that Galinda noticed it. The lavender colored nails, the matching ring with a pearl of black at the center of the lavender crystal. The hand was not hers!
Shakily, Galinda takes a step back; her eyes still remained glued to the hand caressing soft emerald flesh. Her heart jackhammered against her chest as a plethora of emotions barraged against her mind, making the good witch tremble even harder. Jealousy, pounded against her heart, making it crack all that much more.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda, her voice cracking.
Slowly, Elphaba pulled away from the kiss, her eyes still locked with Mystle's. Tenderly, Elphaba's slender green fingers rise and touch the slender curve of Mystle's cheek; the pads of her fingers lithely dancing against her heated skin, making goose flesh to rise behind the invisible trail her fingers had created by her tender embrace.
"Why my sweet Good Witch of the South…are we jealous of such affections being directed at someone other than yourself?" asks Elphaba, her eyes never leaving Mystle's in a mocking tone.
"Jealous…of Mystle! Ha, don't make me laugh!" replies Galinda, hardening her voice, and hoping she had managed to hide the pain laced deep within her words.
Was she jealous? Of course not! After all, she had everything she could have ever hoped for, and more. She had power, she had a title that no one could match, and she had the love of a Prince, a handsome Prince, who would stand by her side…forever. Yet, a small ripple crested across her heart, making her strong stance waver, just briefly.
"She still doesn't get it…does she my sweet" purrs Elphaba. Lovingly, Elphaba's fingers trail along the slender slope of her chin, making Mystle's face rise up, and her lips to hover mere inches from her own.
Tenderly, Elphaba leans down, and captures Mystle's lips in a chaste kiss, before turning once more to stare coldly back at the Good Witch.
"The world of sunshine and lollipops don't exist Princess…darkness…pain…rage…death…those are what this horrendible world beholds to any who are born within its deceitful symphony of empty promises and broken hopes" growls Elphaba.
"What's happened to you Elphie…why are you like this!" cries Galinda.
"Why…why!" roars Elphaba.
Galinda jumps, as Elphaba slams the end of her umbrella hard, against the emerald floor, making it split and cracks beneath the ebony tip. An icy cackle, slips past ebony lips, making the good witch shiver, and her hear to twist within her chest.
Even Fiyero, who had manages to break free from Elphaba's hold, watches paralyzed as the darkness sparkling around her, pulse in time with her fury.
"You try living a life…where all you experience is pain and loneliness…where a once loving father, would rather strike you, beat you to the ground like a mongrel dog…rather than hold you, or soothe away your tears. Where you starve, never knowing whether or not you're going to live to see another day! Where a man's hands touch you in a way a child of five should never be touched…be it a stranger…or be it your own father" spats Elphaba, the darkness within her rising.
"No" gasps Galinda in horror.
This revelation, was one that neither Galinda, nor Fiyero were expecting. For during their time at Shiz, Elphaba had never divulged either of them, on her childhood. Whenever the subject was brought up, Elphaba would either change the topic of conversation, or get up or leave, stating she had to go. This, this was almost too, too much to bear. Never, in all her life growing up in the Gillikin, had Galinda ever heard of such atrocities.
Inwardly, Galinda's mind couldn't help, but drift back to her own parents; her loving mother who taught her how to be a proper Lady, how to flirt, how to dress, how to do make-up and to catch the man of your dreams. And her loving Popsicle, a man who would do just about anything, to see his little girl happy.
All her life, her parents had always been there for her, helping her, consoling her when she was hurt, soothing away her tears, and chasing away her nightmares. Her mother was there, when Galinda experienced her first taste of heartache. True, the boy who had "broken her heart" was a boy of ten, and didn't really know nor understand the proper etiquette of being boyfriend girlfriend, the "break-up" still hurt the little blonde none the less.
For her, growing up in nothing but a loving, and caring environment, was all the blonde knew. Never, had she imagined, a parent, let alone a father, would do such atrocities to their own child; a daughter no less!
"Elphie" whispers Galinda.
Absently, Galinda reaches a tender hand out towards the enraged witch, forgetting that both now stood on two different sides, one, on the side of Light and Goodness, the other, in Darkness and Vengeance.
Snarling, Elphaba batted Galinda's hand away, before the tip of her boot kicked the tip of her umbrella, making it twirl in the air in a graceful motion. Snatching it, Elphaba points the tip back at Galinda; an ebony flame once again dancing at along the edge.
"I don't want your pity!" snarls Elphaba.
Ignoring the silent screams echoing within her mind, Galinda, very slowly, starts to walk tenderly towards a now visibly shaking emerald witch. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, as her right hand remains pressed gently against her chest in a loose fist, the other, rests placid by her side, allowing the strip of light blue satin sewn into the pearl bracelet around her wrist to almost dance in the breeze.
"Elphie…please…come back to us" replies Galinda, her voice low, and gentle.
A pain starts to ripple within her dark heart, making her tremble. Roaring, Elphaba jabs the umbrella's tip at Galinda in a threatening manner.
"Stay back!" roars Elphaba.
Weakly, Fiyero rises to his feet, his gentle sapphire eyes watch sadly, as the woman he loves, start to tremble and seize, as the good witch of the light, slowly approaches her. With tentative steps, Fiyero too, starts to walk towards Elphaba, his hands held out in a gesture of peace.
"Fae" replies Fiyero in a gentle voice.
Snarling, Elphaba's eyes snap towards Fiyero, slowly approaching her on her left. Feeling like a cornered animal, Elphaba, starts to back away, the tip of her umbrella darting back and forth between the good witch, and the Prince, the pain rippling within her heart, increasing, slowly churning into an agonizing pain. She knew that at any given moment, her legs would give beneath the pain, making her topple to the floor. She had to get out of here, before she faltered once more.
"Langwidere" whispers Elphaba, her voice strained, due to the agonizing pain, seizing her body.
Nodding, Langwidere raises an elegant hand up towards the crystal skylight. With a glint of her eye, a lavender and purple flame appears in her outstretched fingers. In a silent command, the flame shoots up towards the skylight, shattering the crystals, and making the glass rain down upon the heads of the witches, the Wizard, and the Prince.
"Your Ozness" hisses Morrible, her hands clutch onto the Wizard's arms in desperation.
"I know Madame" whispers the Wizard. Looking up, the Wizard's withered eyes cast one last glance at Elphaba, before turning back to face the guards, posted by the doors.
Nodding, the guards all simultaneously take out their crossbows and arrows. Aiming at the witch's heart, they let their arrows fly, piercing the air.
"Elphaba!" screams Galinda, seeing the arrows.
Turning, Elphaba gasps in pain, as an arrow plunges deep into her stomach, a spray of crimson blood rains down, once again staining the emerald marble beneath her feet. Elphaba staggers, as her breathe come in hard, almost pain filled gasps.
"Mistress!" screams Langwidere.
Holding out her hand to silence her servant, Galinda, Fiyero and Langwidere watch as a trembling green hand reaches up and clutches the shaft of the arrow. Grunting in pain, Elphaba manages to pull the arrow out of her body, making her blood spill like a cascading waterfall, onto the floor.
Silence fills the throne room as everyone watches with baited breath, as the arrow wound slowly starts to close up, the blood spilled turning into light splatters onto the ground.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda, relieved.
"Kill her! Kill the witch! Bring her down now!" roars the Wizard.
Langwidere pulls Elphaba against her chest, as another volley of arrows pierces the air. Holding her tight against her, Langwidere forms a small lavender sphere to surround them both. Lifting off the ground, they slowly start to float towards the shattered skylight.
"Bring her down…kill her!" roars the Wizard.
Another volley of arrows is released, all aimed towards Elphaba, and her evil accomplice.
The throne room becomes covered in a black mass of arrows, soaring threw the sky; a glint of silver sparkles off the silver tip of the arrows, as they fly across the streams of sunlight streaming in through the broken skylight.
"Galinda!" cries Fiyero.
The volley of arrows having missed their mark, soar towards the white witch, standing frozen in place. As the arrows near, Galinda, knowing she can't out run them closes her eyes, as she prepares herself for the pain, which was sure to come.
The air stills, as the arrows near. But, strong arms wrap tight around her waist, before pulling the dainty witch off her feet. The whistle of the wind fills the witch's ears as the breeze whips around her. Snapping her eyes open, Galinda watches as the arrows rain down onto the ground, sticking deep into the emerald floor, splintering it.
It took Galinda a moment to realize what had happened. For just before the arrows were about to pierce her flesh, Fiyero, having skidded towards her, simply picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and ran as the arrows rained down on them, his feet, just a mere step ahead of the arrows as they fell behind him.
"Fiyero" sighs Galinda.
But her relief is short lived, as an arrow lands into his back. Screaming in pain, Fiyero's legs give beneath him, making him drop Galinda to the ground. Hitting the floor, Galinda's body rolls, as another volley of arrows rain down on her.
Wincing, Galinda weakly raises her head off the ground, as the arrows continue to fall around her. A large bruise mars her cheek, and a long gash, splits across her forehead. Small bubbles of blood drip down her face, staining her once perfect porcelain skin.
"FiFi" whisper Galinda in pain.
Her eyes haze, clearing, before finally falling upon Fiyero, lying sprawled on the ground, two arrows sticking deep into his back, and blood gushing out of the wounds, staining his Gale Force uniform, and spilling onto the floor. He wasn't moving, and the blood was pouring from his wounds.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.
Galinda's screams caught both Langwidere and Elphaba's attention. Both of their eyes widen in horror at the sight of the handsome Prince, lying unconscious, in a sea of blood, two arrows protruding from his back.
"Yero" whispers Elphaba softly. But her words die the minute they leave her lips, as another volley of arrows rain down from the sky, this time aimed at the pretty blonde, lying paralyzed on the ground.
"Galinda!" screams Elphaba.