Made From Broken Parts

by ExoticPeachBlossom

Are memories truly lost? Or are they just forgotten? Can someone truly regain who they once were, even if the memories forgotten, are more painful then actually remembering? Elphaba awakens after a violent attack, with no memory as to who she is. Now its up to Fiyero and Galinda, to restore Elphaba's memories, before someone else, finds out. Slight Gelphie, Fiyeraba Some M chapters

19. Cascade Into The Night

Chapter 19

Cascading Into

Night

An: Hello everyone! Let me start off by saying…please forgive me for how long this chapter took! There's really not a very viable excuse. I knew how I wanted the chapter to go, what was to be in it, and yet, I just couldn't get it written down. Every time I started writing, the inspiration faded, leaving me to erase what I had written and starting over. Plus, had kind of fallen on some dark times, so that, on top of getting stuck, made it hard to get the chapter written. Alright, now that that's done, an announcement! Just a few more chapters to go, before this story ends and a new one begins! Yeah! Okay, major shoutouts to L8zytwner! Thank you so much for your review, you really made my day reading it! Your too sweet, don't ever change! Ravencurls,(still embarrassed by the mix-up in messages) thank you very much for your review. I know what you mean, there's several great fics out there that depict Fiyero as being a complete and utter ass. I hope I'm doing it justice. Fae the Queen, thank you very much for your review, and Galinda nor Elphaba saved Fiyero's life. You'll see in this chapter. A HUGE shoutout to ComingAndGoingByBubble! Happy happy birthday! Yes I know it was a few days ago, but still, happy birthday! Lol. Thank you very much for your review, and I'm so happy you enjoyed your birthday present. It was truly an honor. Okay, so just a warning, this chapter is quite graphic, so just a warning. Please no flames! And yes, Elphaba's torments are going to get much much worse before this story ends. Thanks again for all the reviews! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and can't wait to read back your opnions. Really, good or bad send them my way.

The air stilled, silence followed on the wake of screams. Rage swirled, igniting the air, making it crackle with power. Fiyero stood a few feet away, his entire straw body trembling with unfurled rage. His cloth hands clenched and unclenched pressed against his sides, making small wisps of straw to break loose, and be swept up by the whistling breeze.

Elphaba stood, half facing him, her head slightly tilted, and her dark ebony eyes glared back at the former Prince, her one time lover. A spark of insanity flickered within the sea of ebony and rage, before fading beneath the raging rivers, cascading within her majestic orbs.

The wind blew past her, sending her raven tresses to dance behind her. The rim of her conical hat had been pulled down, and slanted, half covering her face, and darkening her appearance. A small, acidic smile, pulled at the corners of her slender lips, showing small flashes of ivory teeth, the ebony cape billowed behind her, twisting in the midnight sea of her hair.

To Galinda, she looked frightening, the very image one would make of a wicked witch. An icy shiver rained down her back, forcing the Good witch to wrap her dainty arms around herself. Her dark cerulean eyes never left Elphaba's. Her breath caught within her throat, at the darkness flickering within her eyes. The raw, cold fire burning bright within the cascading sea of ebony all but cracked the white Witch's heart. For at that moment, she knew that any small traces of Elphaba had faded beneath the chaotic waves of destruction, of insanity.

The sadness, the pity once flooding her heart, dissipated within the razor sharp edge of the evening breeze. Soon, anger flooded her heart, rage pounded deep within her mind. Rage over what the emerald witch had done to her lover, over the lives of the innocent; their blood having been spilt over this once majestic land, the war which had ripped Oz apart by the seams.

Closing her eyes, Galinda allowed the rage to fill her, to silence the small echo of regret, of reason still resonating within the small confines of her mind.

A low growl slips past her lips, her eyes snap open, revealing dark cerulean glaring menacingly back at the emerald witch, a fire of rage, of desire to see the emerald witch's blood be spilled upon the land, to see her body wither and die beneath her feet clouded her mind. Her hand clenches into a tight fist by her side as her rage grows with each furious beat of her heart.

"Elphaba!" roars Galinda. A flash of light and a sword of silver and white appear.

The swords hilt was cut into a delicate design, both sides clipped into a sharp point, one pointing up, and the other pointing down in an almost awkward w shape. Silver designs wrap around the hilt, and sparkle like crystals in the din of the sunlight. A white pearl cut into the shape of a crescent moon lays embedded in the center of the hilt. The blade was of a dark silver color, with grayish silver markings and elegant designs carved deep into the metal.

Slowly, both Galinda's hands curl around the handle of the sword, her dark cerulean eyes glare wildly back at the emerald witch, standing but a few feet away, smiling defiantly back at her.

"Oh, the little girl decided to grow some balls after all" sneers Elphaba.

A crooked smile slides across Elphaba's lips. Slowly, her dark ebony eyes close, as she lowers her head towards the ground. Her slender fingers loosen around the ebony handle of her umbrella, the other, remains limp by her side.

A low growl slips past Galinda's lips. Angrily, she points the tip of the sword at Elphaba's heart, her eyes narrow, as she all but glares back at the woman, the creature, who she once called friend.

"What the hell did you do to him!" roars Galinda.

"A simple curse…I assure you" bows Elphaba.

"Curse?"

Fiyero stands rigid, his blood boiling. Slowly, he raises his cloth hands up to his face, his dark, sapphire eyes stare stormy at his misshapen hands.

A cry hidden within a whisper, sailed, along the razor edge of the western breeze, fading beneath the rolling clouds of ebony dancing across the darkened skies.

Smirking, Elphaba, slowly turns her head to the side, and closing her eyes, gracefully flicks her wrist downwards towards the blood soaked ground. A loud thunder clap cracks across the darkened sky, as the ground beneath her feet cracks, before spider webbing out towards Fiyero, forcing them all to back away from the encroaching fissure, splitting the Earth in two.

Cries of fear, of panic fills the sky, as the ground rumbles, before splitting apart, making both sides stumble, and a few to topple before the ground opened up, and swallowed them whole. Rock and ash burst forth from the large cracks, covering both armies of Light and Darkness in its molten dust. All but Elphaba and Fiyero remain standing, each glaring maniacally into each other's eyes, and ignoring the cries of their people.

Suddenly, a loud rumble vibrates beneath both witch and Captain's feet, before the ground shakes, a large fault line splinters across the ground, splitting the earth next to Elphaba's feet. Rock sprays upward, showering her in onyx and mica raindrops of dust and dirt. Her eyes remain transfixed on Fiyero as her raven tresses billow around her.

A small pang darts across Fiyero's heart, as his eyes flickered towards her now cut cheek. Crimson blood bubbles to the surface, before dancing down her emerald cheek, cresting at her chin, and dripping down and splattering to the ground.

The chaos surrounding him, the people fleeing, bodies twisted and half buried in rock and stone laying sprawled on the ground, before being swallowed up by the Earth flittered across his vision. He could hear the screams, he could feel their pain, yet none of that mattered. For him, all that mattered was exacting his revenge against the emerald witch, for cursing his life in this abhorrent shell of an existence.

Lightning flashed, streaking across the sky like the wings of a broken angel, silently screaming into the night of agony, of pain, thunder, followed swiftly on its heels, plunging the world into darkness.

Molten Earth gushed from the ground, sizzling the flesh of any too close to the proximity of the fiery fountain of embers. A chorus of screams, of cries of agony filled the air. Slowly, Elphaba's eyes fluttered closed, her body, swayed to an unheard melody. Her arms, once resting placid by her sides, slowly rise up; her fingers furled, as an icy smile, slides across her ebony lips.

"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.

The flames, the embers danced and flickered against the midnight sky, vanished briefly beneath the violent waves of lightning splitting the sky. Fiyero, now having been turned to straw, danced around the flames, gasping as the embers floated close to his body, and fear sparkling deep within his eyes as the flames reached towards him, licking his cloth body.

During the chaos, Galinda's eyes flashed between the crowds, desperate to find her lover. Fear gripped her heart as flames burst up from the ground, nearly singing her dress, and setting fire to her hair.

Fear gripped her, for she knew all too well that if a spark, a single ember were to land on her beloved, he would ignite, his straw body consumed by flames, until all that was left, was ash.

"Galinda!" screams Fiyero.

Turning, Galinda's dark, cerulean eyes fell upon the sight of Fiyero, kneeling on the ground, his straw leg was smashed beneath a large boulder, a ring of molten lava, slowly snaking its way towards him.

Desperately, Galinda runs towards Fiyero, and falling to her knees, skids across the cracked surface of the Earth, skinning her legs in the process. Wincing, Galinda reaches out, her elegant fingers stretch towards Fiyero's.

Grasping onto his hand, the blonde tries with all her might to pull Fiyero free from the boulder.
"Galinda it's no use!" cries Fiyero.

"No!" huffs Galinda, as she tries to pull Fiyero free. Yet, she was not strong enough, the boulder pinned Fiyero's leg to the ground, mashing the straw into dust, and slicing the material of his pants.

"Galinda you're not strong enough…just get out of here…get our people to safety!" orders Fiyero.

"No! I won't leave you!" cries Galinda.

"My…isn't this a touching display of love"

Galinda whips around, her dark cerulean eyes all but glare back at the imposing figure of Elphaba, standing but a few feet away from her. Her hand still clutching the umbrella, while the other, rests on top of the handle.

"Elphaba!" roars Galinda.

With a flick of the wrist, the silver sword flies back into Galinda's hands. With a roar of rage, Galinda charges towards Elphaba, the point of her sword aimed directly at the Witch of Darkness's heart.

An evils smirk, slides across Elphaba's lips. Calm, washes over her body, as the blonde witch nears. Closing her eyes, Elphaba tilts her head towards the ground as a heavy breeze, sweeps past her; flickers of embers float along the edge of the breeze, wisp past her, before swirling up towards the ash covered moon.

"Die!" roars Galinda.

As she nears, Galinda swings the blade back, before slicing it through the air. But just as the blade came within inches of slicing through the emerald witch's skin, she vanishes.

Startled, Galinda stumbles. Regaining her composure, Galinda twirls on her heels, and sliding across the broken surface of the Earth, casts her eyes skyward, watching, waiting for the Witch of the Western skies to reappear.

Elphaba silently appears behind Galinda, a wicked smirk tugging on her lips. Closing her eyes, Elphaba's hand rises up towards her chest. In a graceful motion, she sweeps her hand down towards the ground.

An unseen force rushes towards the white witch, and slamming into her, throws the petite woman down to the ground. The sharp rocks slice her skin, and tearing the skirt of her dress.

Smiling, Elphaba gracefully half turns away from the blonde. Closing her eyes, Elphaba once again raises her emerald hand up to her chest, before gracefully sweeping her hand back down towards her side, slicing the air.

Fiyero watches in horror, as Galinda's petite body seizes against the ground, great cries of pain rip past her lips, as her delicate hands slam into the ground, cutting and tearing the skin.

"Feel the pain, enjoy it, let it fill you, consume you!" screams Elphaba.

Fiyero watches, as Elphaba's hand clenches into a tight fist as it rises up to towards the sky. A dark beam of light surrounds Galinda's body, making the blonde writhe on the ground.

"Elphaba stop!" screams Fiyero.

"Suffer the pain…the agony! Feel what it's like to have your soul ripped to shreds…your heart torn to pieces!" screeches Elphaba.

A great wave of her arms, and an explosion of pain, ignites within Galinda's body, making the petite witch thrash violently on the ground. A scream, before Galinda's body arcs in a gruesome, twisted position, her head pressed hard against the ground, her fingers splayed, slam hard onto the half destroyed Earth.

"See what it's like…to have all your hopes…your dreams shatter beneath your fingertips…to have all you've longed for…hungered for ripped away…to have your body torn apart by vengeance fire…your soul mutilated by those whom you trusted!"

Elphaba sat beneath the emerald canopy of the Evergreen trees surrounding Shiz University, a leather tome rests against her knees. Her slender arms wrap loosely around her waist, as her dark, chocolate eyes stare at the pages, drinking in the words penned on the ancient papyrus. Her long raven hair is plaited into her usual braid, rests gently against her shoulder, and her thin, gold framed glasses tip pre-carelessly on the edge of her nose.

A group of students walk past, each sneering at the emerald woman.

"Freak!"

"Abomination!"

"Why don't you do all of Oz a favor and just die already!"

"No one wants you here…not your sister…your father…or your family"

One student crouches down, and scooping up a handful of rocks, throws them at Elphaba.

Her eyes remain transfixed on the pages, as the rocks hit her body, bruising and cutting her emerald flesh. Her only sign of feeling the onslaught of rocks were the tiny winces and hisses of pain that managed to slip free from her lips.

Something wheezes past her face. Flinching, Elphaba's hand automatically rises up to cup her cheek. Feeling something wet and sticky press against the palm of her hand, she slowly lowers it to see blood, staining her emerald skin.

"Look at that…the green freak actually bleeds red!" laughs a male student.

"Let's see what else she does" laughs another.

Elphaba watches in horror, as the group of male and female students descend upon her. A scream, before pain explodes throughout her entire body, the sound of cloth ripping, rocks and fists slamming against her skin, breaking the bones beneath. E

"Please…leave me alone!"

"Let's see if you're green all over?"

"No!" screams Elphaba.

Desperate to get away, Elphaba starts to thrash and writhe beneath the bodies of her assailants. Yet, no matter how much she tried, she just couldn't break free. The three boys had her pinned against the ground, their heavy bodies pressing her down, making the rocks beneath her to tear into her back.

A hand reaches up, and grasps hard onto the color of her dark blue jacket. Elphaba's body goes rigid, feeling the cloth of her jacket and her turtle neck being torn away from her body.

"No!" screams Elphaba.

"Hey…leave her alone!"

Startled, the three boys turn in the direction of the voice, anger and irritation sparkling within their eyes. For no one dared to interrupt their fun, and lived.

The anger vanishes, once the boys eyes fall upon the sight of Fiyero Tiggular, the Winkie Prince of the Vinkus, stand before them, muscled arms crossed against his chest, and his dark sapphire eyes all but glaring back at them.

It was rumored, that Fiyero had taken down an entire herd of Wilder beasts with his bare hands, when having to survive on his own in the Thousand Years Grasslands. And it was due to that, that no one dared to mess with him.

"Hey Fiyero…care to join in on our little fun?" asks one of the boys.

"No…now leave her alone" growls Fiyero.

"Ah…have you developed a soft spot for this freak?" asks one of the other boys.

"She's not a freak, and if I ever catch any of you messing with her again…you'll have to deal with me" threatens Fiyero, as he cracks his knuckles.

"Ah we were done anyways" laughs another.

Slowly, one by one the boys rise back on their feet, and stumbling to the group of girls, wraps their arms around the girl's necks, before leading them away.

Shaking his head, Fiyero very carefully steps over to Elphaba, now on all fours, her forehead resting against the ground as blood drips from a cut on her lips.

"Hey…are you alright?" asks Fiyero. Tenderly, he reaches out toward the green girl, intent on placing his hands on her back to comfort her.

Batting his hand away, Elphaba mechanically rises back up to her full height.

Fiyero's gaze softens, as he beholds the green girl, standing before him. Her once braided hair is now a tangled mess of raven silk. Dirt and blood stains her face, arms and legs. A large gash wound splits across her forehead, and a sea of bruises covers almost every square inch of emerald skin.

Her dark blue jacket hangs limp off her shoulder, as the tattered remains dance in the wind. The ends of her skirt billow around her, half revealing large cuts and bruises decorating her slender legs.

"Why do you let them do this to you?" asks Fiyero tenderly. Slowly, Fiyero's fingers reach out towards Elphaba's face. The pads of his fingers, lithely dance against her bruised cheek.

Angrily, Elphaba swats Fiyero's hand away from her face, before reaching down and, grabbing up the frayed material of her sleeve, pulls it back up to cover her bruised shoulder.

"Why did you do that?" snarls Elphaba, her eyes ablaze with rage.

"What save you? That's what any decent human being would do" replies Fiyero sarcastically.

"I didn't need your help!" bites back Elphaba.

"Oh yes…cause it looked like you had those boys by the seat of their pants" bites back Fiyero.

"I didn't ask for your help!" screams Elphaba, her anger getting the better of her.

"So I should have just let those guys beat you…rape you!" roars Fiyero, losing his patience with the green girl. Couldn't she just say thank you, or at least appreciate the fact that he had just risked his popularity for her?

"I can take care of myself!" screams Elphaba, as she tips on the tops of her toes to scream in Fiyero's face.

"Ozdamnit Fae why won't you let anyone help you!" roars Fiyero.

"What…what did you call me?" asks Elphaba.

"Fae" replies Fiyero sheepishly, the anger vanishing beneath his embarrassment.

"Fae?...How in Oz did you come up with that nickname?" asks Elphaba, frowning in confusion.

"Well" starts Fiyero. Nervously, he shuffles his feet as he casts his eyes to the ground, "Galinda calls you Elphie…and Nessa calls you Fabala…I don't know…I guess I wanted to come up with a nickname that was my own…entire special…for you"

Slowly, Fiyero's eyes flicker up to stare scared, back into dark chocolate.

His throat tightens at the sight of Elphaba, staring back at him, a look of innocence on her delicate features. Her dark raven hair billowed around her, tangling within the breeze.

"Fae" replies Elphaba at last, trying the name on her own lips.

"What do you think?" asks Fiyero hopeful.

"It's a lot better than Elphie…that nickname is way to-"

"Childish?" offers Fiyero.

"I was going to say perky…but childish works" smiles Elphaba.

"You should smile more often" replies Fiyero softly. Gently, his fingers rise to cup Elphaba's cheek. His thumb slowly glides across the apple of her cheek. "You look beautiful when you smile"

"You don't have to lie to me" replies Elphaba, sadness flooding her eyes.

"It's not lying…its…looking at things another way" smiles Fiyero.

"Clever" smirks Elphaba.

"Hey…even us brainless Prince's can come up with something cool now and again" retorts Fiyero.

"I suppose" sighs Elphaba.

"Why do you let them hurt you?" asks Fiyero, the smile fades.

Elphaba's eyes close for a brief second, before fluttering open. Reaching up, she gently pulls Fiyero's hand away from her cheek. Pulling away, she takes a few steps away from where she and Fiyero had once stood.

"When all you've known is pain…and hatred…it's kind of hard to think otherwise…or act" replies Elphaba softly.

"But?" starts Fiyero.

"It's something that has followed me my entire life Fiyero…I was never meant for the Rose and Pearl of life…this is my life…a green freak like me…can't wish for anything else"

"Why?" asks Fiyero softly.

"Cause wishing only wounds the heart" replies Elphaba, half turning to face Fiyero, tears sparkling within her eyes.

An animalistic snarl rips free from Elphaba's lips as she raises her fisted hand up towards her face. Her eyes narrow as she glares back at the Good Witch writhing on the blood soaked ground.

Clenching her fist, a spark of dark electricity crackled around the emerald sorceress's hand. A dark wind picked up, sending her dark raven tendrils to billow out around her. A maniacal glint sparkled within the sea of ebony churning violently within her eyes. Her lips curled, revealing sparkling ivory fangs.

His heart stopped literally in his chest, his brain buzzed, an echoing scream reverberated within the empty chambers of his straw head. His breath caught within his cloth mouth, and the world almost seemed to fade beneath him, before cracking, and shattering into a million pieces before him.

His straw legs collapsed beneath him, splashing crimson blood to splatter onto his cloth arms, and chest. His dark, sapphire eyes stared blankly back at the figure clad in black, ebony ribbons of silk danced wildly in the wind around her, raven hair billowed about, half concealed beneath a black conical hat.

I'm hated Yero…forever cursed to bring misery and pain to those foolish enough to get close to me

"Feel the pain of the Darkness!" roars Elphaba, the dark energy crackling around her fisted hand as it grew stronger, brighter with each heavy pounding of her heart.

An aberration…an abomination of life…should never be given the freedom…the love that only the Light could provide. I'm destined to walk in the Shadows…alone

Fabala you idiot what have you done!

Alone in the deep caverns cut out and shaped by the Gnomes, Langwidere stood, her slender arms wrapped protectively around Elphaba's slim waist. Her long fingers twirled a strand of raven hair, as the other lightly ran up the length of her spine, and her lips press against green, each moaning softly to the endless night.

"Elphaba" moans Langwidere.

A myst, an icy chill wrapped like a cloak of the night, around Langwidere's body, clouding her mind. And, ravaged by lust, Langwidere's timid fingers curled around the high neckline of the green woman's dress.

A snarl, followed by the sound of fabric tearing filled Elphaba's ears. Instantly, she tensed, feeling Langwidere's hands roughly cup her breast, pinching her nipple in between her forefinger and thumb.

A whimper of pain slips past Elphaba's lips. Langwidere, ignoring the way her Mistress's body tensed against her, trailed her other hand down her taught stomach, to curl around her under garments.

Another snarl and the offending garments are torn away, leaving the emerald witch naked to the wind.
Pulling back, Elphaba's eyes sparkle with tears; fear floods her ebony orbs, melting away the darkness, and revealing small flickers of dark chocolate mixed with gold dust.

For Langwidere, the look would have melted her heart, and had stopped her dead in her tracks. Yet, a cold hand reached down into her body, covering her heart, and stilling her emotions. All she cared about, all she hungered for was to feel the emerald witch scream her name in ecstasy.

"Langwidere" whispers Elphaba.

Growling, Langwidere roughly pushes Elphaba to the ground. Climbing on top of her, Langwidere simply snaps her fingers as her mouth lithely trails down her chin, to her stomach, before closing around an erect nipple, her teeth pinching the nipple hard.

Magically, gilded chains appear around Elphaba's wrists. Chains of ice appear, restraining the emerald witch to the floor. A scream of panic slips past Elphaba's lips, as she tries desperately to break free.

Feeling her thrash beneath her, Langwidere raises her head up till her emerald eyes glare stormy, back at the emerald witch. Slowly, Langwidere presses a slender finger against her lips, silencing Elphaba's scream.

"Now's not the time for you to scream my love…that…will be coming soon. So just sit back, relax, and enjoy what I do to your body" whispers Langwidere, her voice husky with want.

"Langwidere stop this madness…I order you-"

But her words are silenced by three fingers plunging violently into her center. A cry of pain rips free from Elphaba's lips, as she throws her head back, making her ebony curls fly in the air, before spilling around her like an ebony halo.

Langwidere's eyes widen in horror. The Darkness within her Mistress had grown, overtaking her mind, plunging her soul further into Chaos, and into Insanity's whirlpool.

A pang of pain echoed across her heart. Instantly, her hand flew to her heart, and clutching the material beneath her fingers, doubled over in pain. Her eyes widen with each heart wrenching pulse of her wretched heart.

"What have I done" whispers Langwidere.

Images flash to the past, on a riptide of Darkness and violence. A young girl of five sits on the ground cowering. Her entire body is covered in violent bruises and cuts. Her long raven hair tumbles over her shoulders, half hiding her face. Tears stain down her cheeks; red and pulsing, turning black and blue from each punch, each slap.

A man towers above her. He was tall, with a muscular built, a shaved head and piercing, icy blue eyes. He wore a dark, cherry red robe with golden designs sewn into an intricate pattern. In his thick fingers, he holds a rod, half stained and dripping in blood.

A roar, before the blood soaked rod comes crashing down on the green girls back.

"What have you done!" roars the man again.

The rod crashes down on the girls back in a sadistic symphony of blood. Cries of pain split the air, freezing any in close proximity, and making any crumble to their knees.

A dark cloud had fallen over the Governor's mansion, for what was supposed to be a day of joy, quickly turned into sorrow, and death. Melena Thropp, the wife of Frexspar Thropp had gone into early labour. The midwife was called, and though she was highly skilled in birthing, could not save the life of the mother. Melena lost her life, giving birth to a daughter with legs tangled in a gruesome manner.

Frex, having given the baby to the midwife, had stormed out of the bedroom and down the stairs where his green aberration of a daughter sat cowering on the steps. Her little legs pulled up to her chest, her long arms wrapped protectively around them.

Just seeing her, ignited a fury that neither Heaven nor Hell had ever seen. His rage ignited within his broken heart, burning the fragile pieces of his heart within the fiery furnace of hells fire.

Roaring, Frex reached out and grabbed hard onto Elphaba's small arm. Yanking her up hard, Frex all but dragged his green freak of a daughter down through the kitchen, and, throwing open the door, threw her down the steps.

He watched, sadistically, as her small body hit each and every step. Bones cracking, breaking with each hit followed by cries of pain became music to his ears. The sight of her abhorrent green skin being torn and punctured against the razor sharp edges of the steps, brought joy to flood his heart.

Crumpling to the ground, Elphaba lay there, frozen in a pool of her blood. Her breathing was hard, as excruciating pain, ravaged her body, blinding her, making her stomach twist and the bile to rise up in her throat.

Not satisfied, Frex had stormed down the steps of the basement, and, snatching a long metal rod from off the wall, proceeded to beat the little green freak.

His rage though was not sated simply by the beating of the rod. Searching around, his eyes fell upon a knife; the blade was jagged, glistened in the sunlight.

Smirking, Frex walked over towards where the knife lay on top of a work bench. Curling his fingers around the handle, Frex half turned to glare back at the beaten, bleeding form of his daughter, writhing in pain and agony on the cement floor.

Insanity flooded his eyes, clouding away his judgment, and blurred the fine edges between reality and the nightmare realm of Darkness.

Kneeling before her crumpled form, Frex's hand reached, and tangling his fingers within the river of raven silk yanked hard, forcing the young Elphaba's head up off the ground.

Smirking, Frex slides the jagged edge of the knife against her neck. Slowly, he lowers his lips down to her bruised cheek, his eyes stared darkly back into frightened chocolate as his tongue, very lithely ran along the apple of her cheek.

"You took away an innocent life…therefore, I take your innocence as well" growls Frex.

A scream followed by the sound of fabric ripping echoes within the hollowed room, before everything fades back into darkness.

A roar rips free from Elphaba's lips, before she throws her hand down to the side. As she does, the dark electricity crackling within her hand slices through the air, before colliding with the white witch.

Galinda's back arches high off the ground as her body seizes in pain. Clenching her eyes, a great scream of agony splits the air, freezing Fiyero in place.

The army of Light watches helplessly, as the Witch of the Light, writhes and thrashes in pure agony, before the Witch of Darkness's feet.

This madness had to stop. Weakly, Fiyero forced his trembling body up on his feet. Rising to his full height, he cocks the gun still held loose within his clothed fingers. Pressing the end of the gun against his shoulder, he aims the barrel at the green witch's heart. His trigger finger flinches, as it presses lithely against the trigger.

"Fae" whispers Fiyero.

Fiyero watches frozen and his heart pounding within his chest as he beholds the emerald goddess standing before him, her head tilted up to the moon. Her eyes sparkle, staring up absently up at the full moon rising high in the night sky. Small wisps of dark, ivory clouds roll across the sky, half caressing the moon. A light breeze sweeps past her, sending her raven hair to billow out behind her.

The two had just left the café, and were currently standing at the center of Shiz Gardens, near Suicide Canal; the bubbling river echoed off into the distance. Cherry and Peach blossom's flittered within the night sky, carried along the fine edge of the midnight breeze, scenting the air.

Fiyero, having pushed the subject of why, a strong woman like her, would allow the students and even her own family to abuse her, stood shocked, at hearing Elphaba reluctantly tell the Prince, a few silent truths to her detestable upbringing.

It sickened Fiyero, his stomach clenched and twisted; a rage billowed deep within his heart. Never, in all his wildest imaginations, could he fathom anyone, let alone a father, to do such horrifying things to their own child.

Elphaba, merely shrugged them off, telling Fiyero it was her punishment, her road to retribution, for taking the life of her mother, and stealing the ability for her sister to have a normal life.

"Its life Fiyero…I was born to make those around me suffer" replies Elphaba softly.

"Has no one showed even a hint…of love towards you?" asks Fiyero softly, as he takes a tentative step towards the emerald goddess.

"A murderess like me…does not deserve love…only pain…and loneliness" Slowly, Elphaba casts her eyes down to the ground. Her long, slender fingers lace together in a silent prayer, rest gently against her aching heart.

"That's why it's better if you…and Galinda forget about me"

"Fae…why would you-"

"Because I'm not good for you…any of you!" Her eyes immediately snap back up to stare tearfully at Fiyero. "You stick around he long enough Fiyero and you're going to get yourself hurt…maybe even killed…and I can't allow that"

A small smile slides across Fiyero's face. Slowly, he steps up next to Elphaba's quivering body.

Fiyero closes one eye, his finger trembling, rests against the trigger, the hammer of the gun trembles in anticipation to strike the wick, and ignite the bullet, sending it hurtling through the air, and into the Wicked Witch.

His hands trembled more, the longer he stared at the woman, the creature that had once stolen his heart. And though he tried to deny it, the love once pulsing deep within his heart, still lingered, growing dim, yet still flickering within the chambers of his heart. And it was that simply truth, which made his heart ache that much more.

He hated Elphaba for what she had done to him, casting him into the body of a Scarecrow, a lifeless, numb shell of an existence, never to feel the warmth nor caress of the one he loved, never to taste the sweetness of his loves lips against his own, to make love, to bring her to heaven and back again, to hold his angel against his body, soothing away the fears, and kissing away her tears. He would live forever, numb to the world around him.

Though he hated to admit it, a part of him knew that he deserved to be casted down into such a fate. After all, he had betrayed the woman whom he swore he loved. Held her fragile heart within the palm of his hands, and shattered it, without a thought, a glance, no regret, and no sorrow.

Yet, he was human though too, and all humans needed to have their hunger sated, no matter by who right? Galinda was there, and more than willing to satisfy his hunger. And though he didn't love the blonde, he still wanted her, hungered for her.

A small stab of pain, sliced across his heart, as his mind faded back to the bubbly blonde, lying lifeless on the ground, her eyes were hollow, empty, staring up into the nothingness surrounding her.

Did he really not love the blonde? Or was his lust just a mask, hiding his true feelings for her? She was beautiful, with a heavenly body, and a great personality.

She had a good heart, and truly wanted to do good. Yet her selfish desires always surfaced, and were the backdrop behind many of her "good" deeds. She liked to help, but only if it benefited her in the long run.

She stood beside the Wizard, not only because she wanted to see change in Oz, but to rise to power as well, to succeed in becoming that, which her mother had always raised her to be. A Lady with the highest title in all of Oz, with power that no one could match, and a beauty unseen by humanity; a Goddess, that's what Galinda wanted, needed, hungered for the most.

And with the handsome Winkie Prince by her side, she would be unlimited. Not only as the next ruler of Oz; should the Wizard step down, but the Princess and future Queen of the Vinkus as well.

Fae

Yero…look out!

Fiyero's eyes snap up just as another wave of Dark magick soars towards him. Immediately, Fiyero throws himself to the ground, nearly missing the sonic wave by inches.

Looking behind him, the Winkie Prince watches as his entire army is knocked to the ground, all writhing in sheer agony a their bodies tremble and seize. The skin uncovered by the armor bubbles, before bursting, sending pieces of flesh, blood and muscle to splatter to the ground.

A few of his men; the ones who he had grown close to over his time as Captain, turn to stare pleadingly back at the Prince, each echoing the same silent plea. They were young, way too young to have to live through the rage of war, nor experience the horrors of battle.

Tears flooded their eyes as their bodies seized uncontrollably on the ground, the skin beneath bubbling violently. Their eyes meet, before their bodies lurch up towards the sky, exploding in a geyser of blood and guts.

No!" screams Fiyero.

Rage fills his veins. In a snap, Fiyero rolls back onto his side, his dark sapphire eyes glare maniacally back at the emerald witch, cackling away, an emerald hand raised high above her head, the other, clutches loosely to the handle of her umbrella.

Clenching his jaw, Fiyero jumps to his feet, places the butt of the gun against his shoulder, takes aim and fires.

"I'm not worth saving Yero"

Galinda stared horrified at the scene before her. The pain once gripping her body dissipated, the screams around her faded as the bodies of the soldiers stopped thrashing. Everyone remained still, neither daring to breath, or move.

The Wicked Witch stood, trembling, her dark ebony eyes all but glared back at the Scarecrow, gun still cocked in his arms, the barrel aimed at her black heart. Her slender hand cupped her abdomen, crimson blood cracked beneath her fingers, before spilling to the ground.

Stumbling, Elphaba doubles over, before crumbling to her knees, her dark ebony eye never leaving Fiyero's.

"Well done Prince" smiles Elphaba darkly.

"Undo your curse…and bring back my friends" snarls Fiyero, taking aim once more at Elphaba.

"You really are brainless aren't you" laughs Elphaba.

Angry, Fiyero slams the butt of the gun against Elphaba's forehead, cracking the bones of her skull, and splitting the skin.

"Reverse your curse now!" roars Fiyero.

"The spells from the Grimmerie are irreversible" smirks Elphaba, pain exploding within her head.

Angry, Fiyero swings the gun, cracking it against the side of her head. An evil smile lights his face, as he watches as Elphaba falls to the ground, a ripple of blood, dances down the side of her head.

"Don't believe me" huffs Elphaba. Weakly, she rises back on her hunches, all but glaring manically back at the Prince.

"No" growls Fiyero.

"Then ask your precious Press Secretary" cackles Elphaba.

Snarling, Fiyero once again cracks the butt of the gun against the side of Elphaba's head, before slamming it down on her arm and shoulder, breaking and cracking the bones beneath.

A roar of pain rips free from the emerald enchantress's lips, startling both Fiyero and Galinda.

Though, what scared and confused them the most was the sight of the Great Gnome King, doubling over in pain, his hand clutching his shoulder.

"What the?" whispers Fiyero.

Distracted, Elphaba kicks out her leg, tripping Fiyero, and sending him splattering to the ground. Shrieking in fury, Elphaba's fingers lithely move in a graceful motion in the air.

Fiyero, clenching his jaw, watches as his straw body trembles, before exploding. His chest sails off into the distance, his legs off to the left and right, and his arms behind him.

Cackling Elphaba weakly rises to her feet, her emerald hand still clutching her shoulder, staining it in crimson gore. Darkness glints within her eyes, as she glares back at Fiyero's straw head, spinning on the ground like a disk.

"Enjoy your solitude dear Prince, for you have an eternity to repent for the wrongs committed against One who had been turned away from the Light!"

Fiyero watches as Elphaba disappears in a magnificent plume of ebony and lavender smoke. Langwidere and the rest of her army following close behind.

Only the Gnome King hangs back. His dark eyes remain affixed to the spot where Elphaba had once stood. His thick fingers curl around his wounded shoulder.

Slowly, he turns back to glare at the Prince, before he too, disappears beneath the ground.

It was, at that moment that Fiyero gasped both in shock and in horror. The Gnome King, his injuries, the shoulder! He was holding the same wounded shoulder as Elphaba's! But, how can that be, when he was quite a distance away.

His mind reeled, trying to come up with a plausible reason to what he had just seen. His thoughts, though fractured and chaotic, shatter the instant bloody fingers clutch onto the sides of his head.

"Galinda" sighs Fiyero.

Galinda, having regained control over her body, had stumbled over to the Prince's side. Gently, she had picked Fiyero's head off the ground and was now holding it at eye level with her own.

"FiFi…are you alright?" asks Galinda, tears flooding her eyes.

"I'm fine Glinny…are you alright?" asks Fiyero softly. He really hated that nickname, but, she could have picked something a lot worse.

"Nothing I can't heal" smiles Galinda.

"Our men?" asks Fiyero softly.

Galinda's eyes soften. Slowly, she tears her gaze away from Fiyero's and scans across the bloody battlefield. Twisted limbs and mutilated corpses glow beneath the haunting silver rays of the moonlight.

"Those who were lucky enough to escape her last spell will be fine…a few days in the Infirmary at the Palace of Emerald and they'll be as good as new" replies Galinda at last, her voice cracking slightly.

"How many did we?" starts Fiyero, but immediately is silenced by Galinda's pale finger, pressing lightly against his cloth lips.

"Let's not think about it FiFi" replies Galinda softly.

Though he was not connected to his lower extremities, Fiyero could still feel his heart crack at the emptiness, the haunted look, glimmering within the Good Witch's eyes. Inwardly, he cursed Elphaba more for robbing him of his ability to feel, for there was nothing more that Fiyero wanted, then to envelope the petite blonde within his arms, and hold her close, kissing away her tears.

"Come on…let's go find the rest of you" smiles Galinda, turning back to face Fiyero, the emptiness, the pain vanishes.

Back at the Mountain of Mysts, the Gnome King appears within a plume of rock and smoke. His eyes filled with rage, glare down the long, dark passageway leading to the separate compartments where his men have taken refuge. Growling, the Gnome King stalks his way down the hall, towards the emerald witch's chambers.

With a wave of his hand, the door crumbles, revealing Elphaba sitting hunched over on the bed, Langwidere by her side, cleaning her wounds.

"OUT!" roars the Gnome King.

"Not tonight my Lord…she's injured!" cries Langwidere.

"I SAID GET OUT!"

In a flash, the Gnome Kings hand reaches out and, grasping hard onto Langwidere's arm, flings her out of the room.

Slamming into the wall, Langwidere slowly slides down the surface of the rocks, her eyes remain transfixed as the rock and granite door once again closes.

Roughly, the Gnome King grabs a hold of both of Elphaba's arms. Picking her up, he shakes her violently, before slamming her hard against the wall.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!" roars the Gnome King.

Wincing, Elphaba glowers back at the King, a spark of glee, flashes within her eyes.

"I can't divulge all my secrets to you" chortles Elphaba darkly.

Enraged, The Gnome King pushes her roughly against the wall. As soon as her wrists makes contact with the wall, a rock-like cuff, appears, binding her in place.

Letting go of her, the Gnome King reaches up, and tears off her armor, and her dress, leaving her naked and bound to the wall. Grabbing her legs, he forces them open. Pushing her legs apart, the King savagely thrusts himself inside of her.

Screaming in pain, Elphaba's body goes rigid beneath the King. Her eyes widen in pain as the King pounds violently within her, tearing her center.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME…SPEAK!" roars the King, as he continues to pound into her.

"A..a simple spell" replies Elphaba, her voice was low. Panting in pain, Elphaba's fingers clench into fists against the wall as the emerald witch tries to block out the agonizing pain, ripping throughout her entire body.

"A SPELL…WHAT SPELL…WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!"

"A binding spell…one that links your soul to mine" pants Elphaba in pain. Blood drips from her center with each violent thrust made by the King.

"WHAT DOES IT DO…ANSWER ME!" roars the King.

Silent, the King punches Elphaba hard across the face, before pounding even harder into her core. His hands, reach down, and grab hard onto her breasts, twisting the nipple.

"Whatever I feel…whatever I endure…so shall you…you shall never die…as long as I live" pants Elphaba, tears now crest along the edge of her eyes from the blinding pain.

"CAST IT OFF…REMOVE YOUR CURSE NOW!"

"I can't...the spell is everlasting" replies Elphaba, wincing in pain.

Langwidere trembles on the ground, hearing her Mistress's scream of agony echo throughout the room, shattering her heart. This time though, the screams were different, for her screams were soul-shattering, a mirror echo to the violence and horrors being committed behind closed doors.

Hours passed, before the doors once again gave way, allowing the King to storm out of the room. The anger though not quelled, still ripples within the stone King's heart as he storms away, leaving behind the pale, limp figure of her Mistress laying crumpled, broken in a sea of blood and hot opaque liquid.

Stilling her heart, Langwidere entered the room, once again mindlessly going through the endless chore of cleaning her Mistress's beaten body.

It was hours later, which found Langwidere sitting on the bed, her slender hands rested within the small delicate bowl of her lap. Her emerald eyes stared imploringly at her Mistress, standing at the window, her back to Langwidere. She was once again dressed and cleaned, the horrors from earlier washed away beneath the waters of crimson.

"Mistress…how much longer must you suffer the Kings abuse…surly we can conquer the City of Emerald without his help"

"He is vital to our plans Langwidere" replies Elphaba, her voice flat, and emotionless.

"So vital you'll allow him to use your body, rape you until your near death, then leave you to bleed on the ground" hisses Langwidere.

"That is none of your concern Langwidere…stick to the plan! And look after your own well-being" snaps Elphaba, as she turns half way to glare back at her servant.

Narrowing her eyes, Langwidere very slowly, rises from the bed. With careful steps, she approaches her Mistress.

"Speaking of which…I have not seen you bleed for months now" replies Langwidere, her voice cold.

"Don't…do not stick your nose where it doesn't belong" snaps Elphaba.

"How long…how long has it been…since you bled?" asks Langwidere, not heeding her Mistress's warning.

"Leave it Langwidere!" warns Elphaba, her voice dark.

"Almost every morning for the last couple months…I have awoken to find you vomiting on the ground…you hardly eat much…and your energy has been waning…so I ask again…when was the last time you bled?" asks Langwidere, standing but a foot away.

"Leave me!" snarls Elphaba.

"Answer me!" pleads Langwidere.

"Three months ago!"

Langwidere stares horrified at her Mistress. Three months ago, her Mistress had bled. Three months, without bleeding again…that could only mean.

"Whose is it?" asks Langwidere softly.

Painfully, Elphaba turns away from Langwidere's eyes. Her arms slowly wrap around her abdomen protectively. Stepping away, Elphaba's gaze once again falls upon the sparkling city of Emeralds, shimmering off into the distance.

"It's his isn't it?" replies Langwidere, stepping behind Elphaba and placing a gentle hand on the green witch's shoulder.

"It was not meant to come to this" replies Elphaba softly.

"When you visited him in the Infirmary" whisper Langwidere softly.

"When she still had control over her body" replies Elphaba darkly.

The timing made since. For since that night, things changed within the emerald witch, her rage grew worse, her body trembled more, grew weaker, the vomiting had started.

"Are you-"

"No" interrupts Elphaba.

Stepping away from Langwidere, Elphaba crosses the room and stands at the door. With a wave of her hand, the rock door vanishes, revealing the half darkened hallways.

"He can never know…none of them"

"But…what if" starts Langwidere.

"Let me deal with him"

That was the last thing Elphaba said, before she disappeared into the shadows. Langwidere's body went rigid, before her legs wobbled and gave beneath her. Falling to her knees, Langwidere's eyes remain fixed at the darkness sweltering around her.

He can never know…none of them

Steeling her nerves, Langwidere rises shakily to her feet. Raising her hand up into the air, Langwidere vanishes into a plume of ebony and lavender smoke.

Fiyero and Galinda had rancorously, made it back to the City of Emeralds, both worse for wear, for it had taken Galinda hours to put Fiyero back together, let alone stitch his arms and legs back to his torso. That, on top of her body aching everywhere didn't help either.

Galinda's entire was badly bruised; large cuts and scrapes covered her body, her hair hung limp against her shoulders, stained in blood and dirt. Even her magnificent gown was torn and bloodied, pieces of the silken dress were torn in several places, and there were stains of things that the white witch, didn't want to even know.

After debriefing the Wizard in regards to the battle, Galinda carried Fiyero's body back to his room. Laying him in the sheets, the two sat and talked, stewing in their rage over what the emerald witch had done.

It was after the tenth or eleventh yawn that Fiyero finally convinced Galinda to retire for the evening, after promising her that he would be perfectly fine the rest of the night.

"Goodnight FiFi…don't worry…in the morning Madame Morrible and I will work on a way to reverse the curse"

"Have you forgotten…Fa…I mean Elphaba already said the curses from the Grimmerie were irreversible" replies Fiyero, hate laced within his voice at having to say the vile witch's name who had cursed him to this existence. The feel of her name on his lips, left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Nothing is irreversible…as long as you have hope" replies Galinda softly, hope laced deep within her words. Though inwardly, the tiniest bit of doubt, rippled across her heart.

"Fiyero…you can't just give up…what if she's wrong…what if Elphie said that just to piss you off" replies Galinda, rambling on in her nervousness.

"Glin" replies Fiyero smiling. Gently, he laid a cloth hand on top of Galinda's, silencing the petite witch. Startled, Galinda turns to face Fiyero, big cerulean eyes stare innocently back into soft sapphire.

"Fae…I mean Elphaba…no matter how angry she may be…wouldn't lie regarding a spell or curse…trust me…when she claims something to be irreversible…its irreversible"

"No" whispers Galinda. Shaking her head, she sends her blond curls flying in the air.

A new found determination flashed across her face, washing away the pain, the anger and the exhaustion from the blonde's face.

Regally, Galinda rose to her feet. Taking a couple steps away from the bed, the petite blonde spins back on her heels, her dark cerulean eyes glare back at Fiyero, determination sparkling within her majestic orbs.

"I'm going to find a spell that will reverse this curse…and return you once more to human form…no matter what"

Before Fiyero could protest, Galinda marches up to him, and, standing before him grabs the sides of his face with her delicate fingers. Lowering her head she gives Fiyero a light, peck on his cloth lips.

"Don't worry love…I'll find a way"

"Lin" smiles Fiyero.

Giving Fiyero a gentle smile, the white witch kisses Fiyero's forehead, before taking a tentative step back.

"For protection…not that you'll need it" giggles Galinda.

"Thanks" smiles Fiyero.

With a wink, Galinda turns on her heels and once again marches out of the room, leaving a very confused and flustered Scarecrow to stare after her.

"I don't think I'll ever understand woman" whispers Fiyero to himself.

Sighing, Fiyero falls back onto the sheets. Staring up at the ceiling, he absently rests his hands on top of his chest, as his mind replaying the horrors of today's events.

Anger floods his mind at the wretched witch's curse for stealing away the ability to feel, to touch, to taste, and too shed a simple tear for those who had fallen.

The soldiers, who had died at the end of the battle, had affected Fiyero more than those who had been transformed into her hideous Monkey's with wings. For those men, Fiyero had known since this nightmare had started. Many had befriended the Prince, welcoming him into the fold of the Gale Force, even dare say, and treated him as a brother.

These men, he had trained with, had dined with, shared stories of his youth, and even spent time with their families during the holidays. They were a band of brothers, united beneath the same cause; to bring down the Witch of Darkness, and restore peace once more to Oz.

"Curse you Elphaba Thropp!" roars Fiyero.

"Perhaps you should reserve such curses to those who truly deserve them" echoes a soft voice, floating deftly on the night's breeze.

Jumping to his feet, Fiyero's dark sapphire eyes flicker madly around the empty room. Shadows crept out past the corners of the room where the silver rays of the moon could not touch. And it was there, in the shadows, that Fiyero was barely able to make out the slender figure of someone hidden within.

"Show yourself…before I summon the guards" threatens Fiyero.

Slowly, a slender figure, slinks out of the darkness.

Fiyero's eyes remain transfixed at the woman as the shadows gave way to reveal her hourglass figure. She had soft curves in all the right places. Emerald eyes sparkled back at the Prince.

"Langwidere…what the hell are you doing here!" roars Fiyero, in once graceful motion, Fiyero unfurls his blade and points the end towards the witch's heart.

"Calm Prince Fiyero of the Arjiki clan…I come in peace" replies Langwidere, holding out her hands.

"You dare use that term with me…after what your vile Mistress had done to my men…and to me!" roars Fiyero, before gesturing towards his straw body.

"An unfortunate turn of events that I had not seen coming" scoffs Langwidere, waving her hand gracefully in the air.

"An unfortunate? That bitch of a woman took my manhood from me…my life! How can that be considered an unfortunate circumstance!"

"If you would quell your temper and listen…perhaps that empty head of yours will realize the truth" snaps Langwidere.

"The truth…what is that…that your Mistress has no heart. That's she's truly as wicked and vile as the rumors say?" spats Fiyero.

"That's she's trapped in a world of pain and torment. She needs you…needs your love…for only you can shatter the Darkness within her" replies Langwidere.

"Why are you here…I know you despise me" growls Fiyero.

"I'm not here for you…I'm here for another" replies Langwidere softly.

The look, the sparkle within Langwidere's eyes melted the rage once burning deep within his heart.

Closing his eyes, Fiyero very clumsily, steps over to Langwidere's side. Slowly, he places a cloth hand on her trembling shoulder.

"You love her…don't you?" whispers Fiyero.

Elphaba angrily marches into the Throne room, her dark ebony eyes glare maniacally back at the King of the Gnomes. One hand on her slender waist, the other raises, and, pointing an elegant finger up at the throne, she all but growls back at the King.

"Out"

The gnomes, sensing her rage, slowly melt into the rock and stones, leaving their great King, and the Emerald witch of Darkness, alone in the throne room.

An icy smirk slides across the King's lips. In one graceful motion, the King rests his chin within the crook of his palm, as his arm rests balancing against his elbow.

"What do you want witch? Are you aching to feel me between your legs again?" asks the King, licking his lips.

"You will never touch me like that again" snarls Elphaba.

"Oh?" asks the King.

In a blink of an eye, the King of the Gnomes melts into the floor, before reappearing behind Elphaba.

Snarling, he wraps his muscled arms around Elphaba's slender body. One wraps tight across her abdomen, the other, around her neck.

Closing his eyes, the King nuzzles his nose against Elphaba's cheek, as he breathes in her intoxicating scent.

"You're so exotic…so intoxicating…even after of hours of taking your body…I still cannot get enough…I have to have more of you…to quell my hunger" laughs the King, his voice vibrating deep within his chest. Slowly, his thick fingers trail down her abdomen, before stopping right above her uterus.

A strange vibration washes over the King. Instantly, rage fills his veins. Roaring, he grabs hard onto the emerald witch's arms, and spinning her around, rushes her towards the wall.

Slamming her body against the concrete wall, the King screams in the witch's face, as his hand punches her hard across the face.

"What the hell is that?!"

"None of your business" retorts Elphaba darkly.

"An abomination!" roars the King.

"Life" replies Elphaba through clenched teeth.

"Take my hand…and see the truth…see what the veil of deception, has blinded you from" replies Langwidere.

Timidly, she holds out her hand towards the Prince.

Fiyero, stares apprehensively at Langwidere's outstretched hand. Trepidation ripples across his heart. Can he truly trust this witch, this agent of evil? After all, she was working for Elphaba, the most powerful witch in all of Oz, and the shell to which Chaos was using to conquer this world, and the next.

Yero…please…hurry! Help me!

His eyes snap back up to stare wide eyed back into sparkling emerald.

"She's calling" replies Langwidere.

"You would allow that parasite to take over your body…to grow within you!" roars the King, as he strikes Elphaba hard across the face, bruising her cheek.

"Better it…than you" snarls Elphaba.

Roaring in rage, the King throws Elphaba across the room.

A cry of pain slips past Elphaba's lips as her body collides with the hard, marble floor.

A light plume of smoke appears in the darkness. Slowly, two figures appears, one a man, the other a woman.

Dark sapphire widen in horror at the sight of the emerald witch, lying crumpled on the ground, bleeding and bruised. Blood dripping from the corner of her split lips.

"Fae" whispers Fiyero. Instantly, Fiyero starts to storm out of the shadows. Seeing his movement, Langwidere immediately grasps onto his arms, and pulls him back into the darkness.

"No…you mustn't interfere!" whispers Langwidere.

"He's hurting her!" cries Fiyero.

"No…she mustn't know you're here…he cannot know" hisses Langwidere.

"Then why bring me here if all I can do is sit back and watch" growls Fiyero, frustrated beyond belief.

"So you can understand" is all Langwidere says.

"AN ABOMINATION!" roars the King as he slams his fists onto the ground, cracking the marble beneath.

"Only an abomination to one like you!" snaps Elphaba. Weakly, Elphaba lifts her head off the floor, and glares back at the King.

"GET RID OF IT!" roars the King.

"Never!" screams Elphaba.

The Gnome King watches darkly, as the emerald witch weakly rises back to her feet. Her long raven hair spills over her shoulders, darkening her appearance. Her hands, once clutched into loose fists, shoot out towards the Gnome King; palm facing him, as a dark ebony glow surrounds her fingers, vibrating along the tips of her fingers.

"Stay away from me!" roars Elphaba.

A dark, sadistic chuckle, slips past the Gnome Kings lips. Smiling, the King half turns away from the emerald witch. And for a split second, a feeling of calm washed over Elphaba's rigid body. But, that feeling soon shatters.

The King, having turned once more to glare at the emerald witch, all but slices his hand through the air towards his sides. As he does, a sharp pain slices through Elphaba's abdomen, making her double over in pain.

Laughing, The King points his open hand out towards the trembling witch, screaming and panting in pain. Slowly, the King's fingers close into a tight fist.

The pain within her abdomen increases with each movement the Gnome Kings fingers make, until another slice of agonizing pain, rips through her uterus, followed by a gush of blood.

Elphaba's eyes widen, as the full reality of what the Gnome King had done, slams into her pain riddled mind. Slowly, she raises trembling ebony eyes to stare brokenly back at the King.

His outstretched hand, still clenched into a fist, trembles as a sadistic smile slides across his handsome features, and blood, slowly starts to drip from between his fingers, splattering to the ground.

"No!" screams Elphaba.

Her legs give beneath her as she crumples to the ground. The blood pooling from between her legs, splatters, sending ripples of blood to splatter the floor surrounding her, her dress, and her face. Her slender arms remain loosely wrapped around her abdomen, as a dull, pulsing pain starts to vibrate within her uterus.

It was gone, for she could already feel the little life within her, be ripped from her protective womb, and slide out from between her legs.

She was a powerful sorceress, with the unknown powers at her beckon call, and, along with the power of the Grimmerie running through her veins, made her nigh invincible. And yet…yet she was powerless to prevent a child, produced by the last strands of love kept alive between the emerald witch and her lover, to be torn away.

How can this be? Her powers were supposed to be stronger than that of the Gnome Kings? More powerful than the Kumbricia Witch, and Lurline? Hell, her powers were supposed to rival that of the last Ozma, and yet, yet she could do nothing against the Gnome King.

Inwardly, she knew why. The emeralds embedded deep within the Gnome Kings body, negated her powers, rendering her powerless. Which was why the last Ozma, even the Wizard, were unable to destroy him; why he had risen to be King, for he had swallowed the most powerful of all the emeralds, absorbing them into his body, and somehow, he had used the power of the emeralds, to render his enemies powerless?

Fiyero watches, paralyzed as the blood spreads across the floor. The color of Elphaba's skin turns a lackluster green, paling with each ounce of blood pouring free from her body.

"No!" cries Fiyero.

Turning, Langwidere clamps a hand around Fiyero's lips, silencing him. Pushing him against the wall, the witch stares maniacally into the Scarecrows.

"You want to get yourself killed?" hisses Langwidere.

"I don't care…Fae needs me!" pleads Fiyero, as he struggles to free himself from the witch's grasp.

"You'll do her no good if you're dead"

"I can't leave her to that monster!" protests Fiyero.

Fiyero turns back to the throne room. His eyes blaze with rage, as the Gnome king kneels before the trembling witch. Tenderly, he places his two fingers beneath Elphaba's chin, and, raising her head up, stares cold, back into empty onyx.

"Defy me again…and I'll make sure you never bare any offspring again" snarls the King.

Unable to speak, Elphaba remains frozen, unable to move, or speak. Her dark eyes stare glassy off into the distance.

Smiling, the King leans down and captures Elphaba's lips with his own. His hands reach up, and curl around her dress. With a growl, he rips the wretched material away from her body.

"Good" replies the King, as he pulls away.

Gently, he lays Elphaba down into the puddle of blood. And, before the Prince's eyes, violently takes her.

"Fae!" cries Fiyero.

Gasping, Langwidere waves her hand over Fiyero's head. Magickally, a plume of lavender, and ebony smoke rises around theme.

The plume of smoke once again appears in the center of Fiyero's room. Slowly, the smoke vanishes, revealing a quivering Fiyero stumbling away from the witch, Langwidere.

Bile rises within his throat, and, if he were once again in his human form, would have vomited the contents of his stomach upon the floor. Instead, the Prince dry heaved, as his mind buzzed, and the world spun before his eyes.

"Now do you see?" asks Langwidere, her voice trembling.

"Why…why didn't you let me save her?" roars Fiyero as he whips around to glare back at Langwidere.

"As I said before…it would have done neither of you any good if you were killed" replies Langwidere, her voice surprisingly, yet eerily calm.

"Better than that to stand by helplessly as the woman I love is violently raped before my eyes…that her…our unborn child is taken away from us!" roars Fiyero.

"The Darkness within…Chaos…is slowly killing her…the evils bestowed upon her by the Gnome King…pales in comparison to the pain my Mistress endures" replies Langwidere.

"Pain…pain! The pain of being raped…of being beaten and used like a whore!" roars Fiyero.

"To have your heart broken…by the one you love" replies Langwidere softly.

"I" starts Fiyero in protest, but silences immediately by the evil glare made by Langwidere.

"You betrayed her that night…the night when you slept with her best friend!" snarls Langwidere, one slender finger raised in the air, warning the Prince to not speak.

"It was not meant to be that way" replies Fiyero, his eyes casted down to the ground.

"Regardless…she bared witness to the act…and it killed her. Destroyed her through and through…her last shreds of hope were shattered that night…allowing the Darkness…allowing Chaos to take complete control over her body"

"What can be done?" asks Fiyero softly.

"A sacrifice of love…will shatter the bond…casting Darkness…Chaos back into the icy abyss of Hell" replies Langwidere.

"A sacrifice of love? You mean I have to kill myself? In order to free Elphaba?"

"I don't know Fiyero…the meaning behind those words can mean anything…you killing yourself…her ending her life…the meaning has too many variables, and is too risky to estimate on whether this one or that will break Elphaba free" replies Langwidere.

"Let me try to talk to her…to reason with her…perhaps that's-" starts Fiyero, but a voice on the other side of the door, stops him.

"FiFi…who are you talking too?"

"It's Galinda…quick you must leave…before she sees you too!" whispers Fiyero.

"I will…but please…don't do anything reckless until we can figure out the riddle?" asks Langwidere, a hint of pleading laced deep within her voice.

"I'll try…but I can't guarantee it" smirks Fiyero.

"FiFi?" asks Langwidere, quirking an incredulous eyebrow at the Prince.

"Don't ask" groans Fiyero.

"I can see why my Mistress fell in love with you…aside from your raging libido…you do possess a kind heart" replies Langwidere softly, smiling back at Fiyero.

"I'll take that as a complement" smiles Fiyero.

A click and the door starts to open.

Instantly, Langwidere throws down her hands. As she does, a plume of lavender surrounds her. And, in a blink of an eye, she disappears back into the shadows.

"FiFi…who are you talking too in here?" asks Galinda as she steps up to the former Winkie Prince.

"No one I was just talking strategies" coughs Fiyero.

"To yourself?" asks Galinda, quirking an eyebrow at the Prince.

"Yes" squeaks Fiyero.

"Whatever…come the Wizard and I have a marvelous surprise for you!" giggles Galinda.

The next day, the people of the City of Emeralds gathered at the balcony overlooking the great emerald courtyard. It had been announced earlier, that Lady Galinda had a special announcement to make, regarding the War against the evil, wicked witch and her minions.

"My Fellow Ozians…here me! I your witch of the Light, and Madame Morrible have forged a crystal bubble to shield our city against further attacks by the Wicked Witch!"

"How can a bubble keep her Wickedness from entering the city?" asks one of the citizens.

"Excellent question…the Crystal dome shields our city from any who holds darkness within their hearts…expelling them, and preventing them entry…if the witch and her minions try to attack, the bubble will shield us from her powers" announces Galinda happily.

"What if she breaks through it!?" asks another.

"Impossible!" interrupts Madame Morrible. Regally, she steps up next to the Witch of the Light. "I have personally made it so no evil could penetrate it" gloats the cod fish.

A loud, almost animalistic cackle splits the air. Instantly, the people cower as rolling clouds of darkness fill the sky, blocking out the sun.

"You think your little bubble can keep me from entering your city!" roars Elphaba.

"Look!" screams a citizen.

Galinda and Fiyero cast their eyes to the sky, what they see, chills them to the bone.

An explosion of sulfur and fire, slams into the dome, making it quiver and ripple.

"The shield…its giving!" screams a person.

"Save us Galinda…save us!" screams another.

"No…no she can't break through" replies Galinda, confidence laced within her words.

"I wouldn't be so sure" mutters Fiyero.

Before Galinda can turn and glare back at Fiyero, another explosion, before the wall ripples one last time, before evaporating into sparkling dust of crystal and ash.

"Look out!" screams the people.

A large ball of fire shoots down from sky, and slams into the center of the City. The people watch in horror, as the flames twist upward, ember sparks flash against the ebony back drop. Slowly, a dark figure appears within the flames, its long raven hair billows around her, the ends of her skirt, dance within the flames. Her eyes, glare icily back at the Good Witch.

"Fae" whispers Fiyero, as he stares sadly back at the darkened figure, dancing within the flames.

"Oh no" whispers Galinda.

"Now what?" asks Fiyero.

"I don't know" whispers Galinda.