Chapter 24
I' am
Thee
Chosen
Part 1
AN: Here's the first half of the last chapter to this story. I've decided to make it a two-part ending. So please don't kill me! Lol. Thank you all again for sticking with this story, it's really meant a lot to me. Huge shoutouts to ComingAndGoingByBubble! Thank you so much for your help and encouragement to keep this story going. You don't know how much that means to me. Elphaba WWW you are way too precious! Thank you so much for your review. Ravencurls, I figured you'd like that part with Fiyero. Thank you so much for your review.L8lytwner, thank you so much for your encouraging words! Alright, so here's part I, Part II will be coming soon! Thanks again and enjoy!
Dorothy stood rooted to the ground, her wide, expressive eyes, once shimmering with the innocence of youth, stared wide in horror and grief. Though she didn't know Madame Morrible, she still grieved for the woman none the less, for no one could have been wicked enough, to have deserved such a violent ending.
The wretched woman's entrails lay in a sea of crimson stained upon the emerald ground surrounding the Palace of Emeralds. The citizens stood frozen, unable to move, too fearful to even blink, and half covered in blood. Their eyes remained trained to the spot where Morrible's mutilated body once hovered; mere feet off the ground, before meeting a very sticky end.
Galinda's legs quivered, her entire body trembled violently, and tears poured from her eyes. Stumbling, Galinda's arms wound tight around her abdomen, before falling to her knees and promptly retching violently.
Fiyero, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion winced, as the Good Witch's stomach violently rid itself of its contents.
Small flickers of smoke and ash twirled towards the ebony night before dissipating within the light of the silver moon. The remaining embers flickered, before fading into the charred remains of straw and cloth.
Wincing, Fiyero slowly rose to his feet. Wobbly, he stumbled his way towards Galinda. And, falling to his knees, he weakly wrapped a loose straw arm around her quivering waist.
"Glin" whispers Fiyero softly.
Trembling, Galinda's head snaps up to stare tear stained, back into soft sapphire. The sight was pitiful, one that Galinda herself would never have allowed anyone, let alone her Prince, see.
Her perfect make-up was ruined. The dark eyeliner ran down her face like raindrops of ebony. Her lackluster curls, stained in blood and vomit, hung limp against her pale shoulders. Even the sparkle within her eyes had faded away by the horrors an innocent soul like hers, should never have to bear witness to.
"FiFi" whispers Galinda, her voice broken and hoarse.
Gently, Fiyero pulls the fragile blonde against his straw chest, and folding his arms around her, held her close. His cloth hand slowly combed through her curls, as the other rubbed soft circles against her back.
Sobs racked her fragile body, as the images of but a few moments before, skip across her memory, making her heart ache in time with each heart wrenching beat of her heart.
"Wake me up…please Lurline wake me up from this nightmare" whispers Galinda brokenly.
Tears sprung to Fiyero's eyes, and his heart lurched within his chest, for never, had he heart the blonde before him, sound so broken, so lost.
"When will this nightmare end?" whispers Galinda.
A wave of fresh tears washed over him, unconsciously, his arms tightened around the blonde's slender waist, as the violent tidal wave crashed against his subconscious, and pounding hard, against the fragile walls of his already broken heart.
"Soon Glin…soon I promise you…this nightmare will end" soothes Fiyero, his voice quivering in heartache.
Movement slips past Fiyero's peripheral vision. Slowly, he turns his head to the side to see Elphaba, stepping with lithe, graceful steps towards the few glistening viscera of what remained of Madame Morrible.
Sneering, Elphaba half turns to face the Wizard. A wicked grin slides across her lips, seeing the man, the fraud, stand rigid before her, his dark chocolate eyes staring horrorstricken at the blood splattered remains of his most loyal servant. His wrinkled fists tremble against his sides, as the rage of what the emerald witch had done, rages through his entire body.
Slowly, his eyes rise up and stare enraged back into ebony mist.
Smirking, Elphaba almost lovingly presses Madame Morrible's still heart, against her cheek; her slender fingers caress the glistening muscles.
"A fitting end, to the heartless" hisses Elphaba.
Cackling, Elphaba allows Madame Morrible's heart to slide down her hand, and splatter to the ground. And, with a snarl, she raises her boot up in the air, before slamming it down onto the heart. A sadistic smile, tugs at the sides of her lips, hearing Madame Morrible's heart, squish beneath her feet.
Galinda's head snaps up, her eye darken as she whips around to glare back at the emerald witch. The tears hung along the edge of her eyes making the dark blue shimmer in the silver moonlight. Slowly, she pulls herself away from Fiyero's gentle embrace.
Gracefully, she rises to her full height. Her hands, once limp against her sides, tighten into fists and tremble with unfurled rage. The soft cerulean fades beneath the raging fires burning deep within her body, turning them dark as ebony.
"How dare you"
At hearing the darkness, the rage percolating within the normally calm and sweet blonde snapped Fiyero out of his darkened thoughts. Instantly, his head snapped up towards the blonde, standing rigid before him. His dark, sapphire eyes widen, seeing the rage, the darkness slowly start to creep over the blonde's face, distorting her features.
"No" whispers Fiyero.
"The only one heartless here is you! Like Morrible, your twisted sister deserved her very sticky end!"
Snarling, Elphaba's hand slices through the air.
A cry of pain, and Galinda stumbles back, her own hand flies to her cheek.
"How dare you speak so ill of the dead! Her death is just as much on your hands as it is on hers!" roars Elphaba, as she points a menacing finger at a now cowering Dorothy.
Fiyero holds his breath, as Galinda slowly turns back around to face Elphaba. A gasp slips past his lips, seeing the large, hand sized bruise pulsing against the blonde's delicate cheek.
"How in Oz" whispers Fiyero.
"Do not portray your sister as a martyr…she was anything but saintly…and you know it!" snaps Galinda.
"So you're saying she deserved this? Does the end justify the means?" snaps Elphaba.
The rage once bubbling within her vanishes, seeing the hurt, the pain sparkle within the green witch's eyes. Though she couldn't fathom the true horrors, the nightmares, the hell to which her emerald friend had been imprisoned within its icy cells of despair, she still believed, deep down within her heart, that the goodness, the light once burning bright within her friends heart, still existed, barely alive, flickering alone within the walls of darkness.
"What's happened to you? Why all this darkness…this chaos?" whispers Galinda.
"Why?...Why!" roars Elphaba.
Her eyes darken as she takes a threatening step towards the blood splattered angel, bathed in Light which had forsaken her since birth. Her eyes narrow as she points a menacing finger at the blonde's heart.
"You want to know why?" repeats Elphaba.
Flicking her finger up towards the sky, Galinda's body is magickally lifted high into the air; her slender arms rise up above her head. It was; to the horrors of the Citizens, Fiyero, the Tin Man and the Cowardly Lion, as if an invisible force had grabbed onto the good witch, lifted her high in the air, and held her there.
Suspended in midair, Elphaba, the Dark Witch of the West, gracefully steps closer to the helpless blonde writhing and thrashing in midair, trying yet failing to break free from her invisible bonds.
Standing but a foot away, Elphaba's dark ebony eyes slowly trail up the length of Galinda's quivering body. A small, acidic smile tugs at the sides of her lips, as her hand slowly starts to finger the ends of the blonde's blood stained dress.
With a roar, Elphaba's fingers curl around the blood soaked material, and rip the garments away in a flourish of blood and silver.
A gasp slips past Galinda's trembling lips as Elphaba's cold fingers slowly start to dance their way up her legs, to her thighs.
"Elphaba!" cries Galinda.
For a moment, Elphaba and Galinda stare silently into each other's eyes. A silent plead, whispers against the breeze between the two former roommates and best friends. A plea, that goes unheard as Elphaba's fingers roughly plunge deep into Galinda's center.
"No" whimpers Galinda.
A cry of pain splits the air. Throwing her head back, Galinda' clenches her eyes against the waves of pleasure, mixed with pain, crash against her body, making her tremble.
"Feel what it's like to have your body violated against your will!" roars Elphaba.
Light pants echo across the silent valley, and all those baring witness to this atrocity, stand frozen, unable to move, nor think. For the sight of their Sovereign Witch, writhing, thrashing in midair, as the Emerald Witch of Darkness's fingers plunge deeper within her body.
Slowly, Elphaba leans her face closer to the blonde's, and smiling, forcefully presses her lips against the blonde's, silencing her whimpers of pain, and pleasure.
"Elphaba" whispers Fiyero.
"Feel the pain…the humiliation!" snarls Elphaba, pulling back and glaring back into tear filled cerulean.
"Elphie…please" whimpers Galinda.
Violent trembles cascade over his body like thunderclouds rolling across the sea of an ever changing season. His cloth fist slowly closes into a tight fist, as Galinda's moans echo around him, arousing and disgusting him at the same time. Clenching his teeth, Fiyero turns away from the sight before him, of Elphaba touching the Witch of the North, in such fashions, made his stomach twist and his heart ache.
"Elphie" moans Galinda.
Unable to take anymore, Fiyero snaps his attention back to Elphaba and Galinda. His eyes burn with unfurled rage as he wobbly rises back on shaky legs.
"Elphaba stop!" roars Fiyero.
Elphaba's head snaps towards Fiyero, standing before her, fist clenched tight against his side, a raging fire burning bright within his sapphire eyes. His right arm still smoldered with a few flickering embers embedded deep within the charred remains of straw and cloth, the smoke twisted heavenward, before dissipating within the velvety night sky.
An acidic smile tugged at the sides of Elphaba's slender lips, seeing the Prince so enraged. Sighing, Elphaba half turned to face Galinda, her eyes still piercing back into enraged sapphire.
"Did you ever tell her of us…of that night?" asks Elphaba softly, an acidic smile playing on her lips. Gently, Elphaba cups the side of Galinda's cheek, as she continues her ministrations.
"Elphaba" warns Fiyero.
"How we danced within the moonlight with passion…until the early rays of dawns light slowly started to dart, across the horizon?" continues Elphaba.
Seeing the pain flicker within his Fiyero's dead eyes, a small icy smile tugs at the sides of Elphaba lips. Her eyes flash, before turning and pressing a gentle kiss to the blonde's bruised cheek.
"The baby created by two lovers enthralled within Loves Duet" continues Elphaba, her lips remain lithely pressed against Galinda's cheek as she speaks.
"The baby?" squeaks Galinda; her voice was low, and husky with lust.
She tried to fight to pleasure pulsing deep from within her abdomen, for she knew it was wrong, and a part of her felt vile, disgusted, and dirty, and though her mind screamed for the agony to stop, her body, just wouldn't listen, for it moved and acted on its own accord.
"The baby once growing within my womb…created by the two of us" smirks Elphaba.
"A…baby" whispers Galinda. Her eyes widen in horror. Her friend, Elphie, is…was pregnant!
A flash of pain flickers across Elphaba's delicate features, as that horrible night, flashes within her mind. Her breath hitches, remembering the infant, the innocent life ripped away by vengeance hands.
Snarling, Elphaba pulls away from Galinda.
Galinda cries out in both pain and pleasure as Elphaba's fingers roughly pull out of her center, leaving her to shiver beneath the icy chill of the Nordic winds, the tails of her ripped dress billow around her, revealing a small stream of clear liquid; sparkling in the light of the silver moon, dancing down her legs.
Growling, Elphaba snaps her fingers up at Galinda's trembling form. Magickally, the invisible bonds holding her captive vanish within the sweeping torrents of the wind. A cry and Galinda falls to the ground in a crumpled mess.
Whimpering, Galinda weakly pushes her head off the ground, her dark cerulean eyes watch, as Elphaba gracefully steps towards Fiyero's crumpled form.
"A life you failed to protect!" roars Elphaba.
"I…I'm sorry" whispers Fiyero.
The guilt was overwhelming, squeezing his heart, constricting it to the point where the former Prince, could barely breathe. It was his baby too, he was supposed to be there for her, protect her, and their infant child from the horrors of darkness. And yet, he stood there, a coward in the darkness, as the Gnome King viciously ripped the little life from her womb.
"Sorry? You're sorry!" roars Elphaba.
Slicing her hand down towards the ground, Fiyero's body is magickally slammed hard into the emerald pavement. A large fissure splits across the ground, as an unseen force, presses him farther into the pavement.
If he had been made of flesh and bones, he was sure to have heard the bones within his body crack and shatter beneath the ground. Gritting his teeth, Fiyero's cloth hand clutched at the ground above him, hoping, praying that somehow, a small flicker of the Elphaba he once knew and loved still existed, buried deep down and hidden within the folds of darkness, yearning, fighting, clawing to break free from its gilded cage, rise up and strike the Darkness from her heart.
"I…I wanted…to…save you!" growls Fiyero through clenched teeth, as the pressure against his body becomes agonizing.
"Liar!" roars Elphaba.
An animalistic scream rips free from Elphaba's throat as she swings her arm towards the ground.
Galinda watches horrified, as an unseen force slams into Fiyero's body, creating a crater the size of one of her bubbles to split into ground.
Clutching her hand into a fist, Elphaba swings her hand up towards the sky. As she does, Fiyero's body is magickally hurled skyward.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.
Spinning on her heels, Elphaba twirls her emerald fingers, and magickally, her umbrella once again appears, spinning gracefully between slender emeralds.
Twisting around, Elphaba once again points the end of the umbrella at the Wizards heart. Her eyes narrow as a dark flame ignites at the tip of the umbrella.
"The Book, and the Key…now!" growls Elphaba.
"I'll never surrender the Book of Arycetia to you!" bellows the Wizard.
"The Book and Key…or I decimate your precious city and everyone within its walls" snarls Elphaba.
"You can tear this city apart brick by brick…but believe me when I tell you…that you'll never find the Book and Key"
Roaring in frustration, Elphaba spins on her heels, and pointing the end of her umbrella, she shoots a ball of ebony fire at the Western Tower of the Emerald Palace.
Fiyero, Galinda, the Wizard, and the citizens jump as the Western tower explodes in a blaze of ebony fire. Ash and pieces of charred emerald fall to the ground.
Screams fill the air as the citizens try in vain, to run away from the smoldering rubble. Some, were lucky to escape the chaos, others weren't.
Waving her hand, giant bubbles formed around the citizens who had fallen to the ground, unable to pull themselves up off the ground before the flaming rubble fell upon them. In a flash, the bubbles holding some of the people, bounced out of the way, just before a large piece of the tower crashed to the ground.
"Galinda!"
Galinda and Fiyero both turn to see a child of four, sprawled on the ground, her legs twisted and bloody; broken in the chaos by the crowds trampling over her. Her mother and father lay but a few feet away, their legs bashed beyond recognition, dark cerulean flicker skyward to see the large terrace of the Western Tower crashing down towards them, and engulfed in flames and ash.
"Bubbles!" screams Galinda.
Throwing out her hand, Galinda tries with all her might to summon her bubbles.
"Die!" roars Elphaba.
A rip tide of ebony electricity shoots out of her umbrella, and slams into Galinda, sending her toppling to the ground.
Wincing, Galinda struggles to rise off broken ground of emeralds and ash.
"Galinda!" screams the girl.
"No!" screams Galinda in pain.
She was too late, helplessly, she watches as the large part of the emerald terrace, falls on top of the girl and her family, squishing them beneath the pavement, a large river of crimson bubbles through the street, staining the feet of those standing too close.
Galinda remains paralyzed on the ground, as the river of blood splatters against her body, staining her dress, her hands, and her legs in its crimson gore. Her eyes stare broken at the sight where the girl and her family remained, trapped forever beneath the rubble.
"No!" screams Galinda.
An evil smile slides across Elphaba's lips hearing the good Witch's screams of agony fill the air. Slowly, she turns to face Galinda, trembling within the river of gore. Her eyes narrow, as a cold, arctic breeze sweeps past her, a few raven tresses dance within its silver tide.
Spinning back around, she once again glares at the Wizard, coal fire now burning deep within the symphony of ebony.
"The Book! Or I tear more of your city apart!" snarls Elphaba.
Tears pour from Galinda's eyes, as she lies writhing on the ground. Her small delicate hands clench into tight fists against her chest, furiously beat against her chest as screams of sheer agony, rip free from her throat.
Weakly, Fiyero crawls over to Galinda's side. Folding his arms around her, he gently rests his straw chin against her quivering shoulder.
"Glin" whispers Fiyero.
"No!..No!" screams Galinda. Wildly, Galinda thrashes within Fiyero's arms, fighting desperately to break free from his hold.
Pushing him away, Galinda rises to her full height. Her dark cerulean eyes glare maniacally back at the witch, the woman, whom she once cared deeply for during their days at Shiz.
Her heart hardens, knowing the Light that once shined deep from within Elphaba's soul had long ago been extinguished, stand before her, a murder, a soulless beast hell bent on the destruction of all of Oz.
"You Wretched Beast!" snarls Galinda.
Smiling, Elphaba half turns to face the Good Witch, now standing but a few feet away, trembling in fury.
"Is that the best you can do?" asks Elphaba in a mocking tone. Gracefully, Elphaba turns to completely face the now enraged White Witch of the North. Her ebony umbrella rests against her side, as slender emerald fingers lithely touch the handle. "The Galinda I knew back at Shiz was much shrewder. More devious…and biting with her insults"
Her smug expression changes to one of mock surprise, "or has the time spent here in the Palace of Emeralds…being fucked by the Noble Prince of the Western Winkies softened your once blackened heart"
"Bitch!" snarls Galinda.
Fiyero watches, as a ball of white energy bursts out of Galinda's hands, and slamming into Elphaba, hurls her towards the burning remains of the Western Tower.
An acidic smile slides across the bubbly blonde's lips as she watches as Elphaba's body slams into the burning remains, cracking it beneath the weight of her body. An explosion and a part of the veranda tumble down on top of Elphaba, engulfing her in flames.
"Elphaba!" roars Fiyero.
Silence reigns over the crowd, for none dared move, or breathe. Galinda and Fiyero remained frozen to the spot, each watching the dancing flames for a sign, anything that would tell them whether or not the Wicked Witch had perished beneath the flames of vengeance.
Time passed and still not a sign, nor movement from the flames. Slowly Fiyero turned to face Galinda; a dark, sadistic expression marred his face, darkening his appearance, and making the Good Witch almost cower back in fear.
"Why did you do that!" roars Fiyero.
"She had to be stopped Fiyero…for the good of Oz" replies Galinda.
"She could have been saved Galinda! I could have saved her!"
"She was too far gone, to be saved Fiyero…you know that" replies Galinda darkly.
"You know nothing…you haven't a single clue…to the horrors…the pain which she had endured" thunders Fiyero.
"She was evil! Darkness incarnate! She had to be destroyed!"
Suddenly, the ground shook from beneath them, sending the people, Fiyero, Galinda and the Wizard to topple to the ground. Their eyes widen in horror, as the emerald ground beneath them split open.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.
Fiyero's eyes snap back to where Galinda had fallen. A large fissure cracks towards her. A large piece of emerald had fallen on top of her leg, breaking it, and enabling her to move as the fissure snaked its way closer towards her fallen body.
"Help me please!" cries Galinda.
Thunder rumbled across the sky, as the ground gave on great cry of pain, before splitting in half. Large pools of lava spurt up from the beneath the rubble, setting anything organic aflame.
Screams of agony filled the square as citizens ran around, engulfed in flames, others scrambled, trying yet failing to outrun the landslide of lava rumbling towards them.
"It's the end" whispers Fiyero brokenly
The world is dark…and selfish…and cruel if it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine…it destroys it
To Be Continued…