Made From
Broken Parts
Chapter 25
I' am Broken
The Final Chapter
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The ground shook and trembled violently beneath the Ozian's feet, houses and building cracked and crumbled, sending plaster and broken boulders of emeralds to plummet to the ground, shattering the cobblestone streets, and denting the once shimmering marble.
One by one the Ozian's fell to the ground, screams of pain, of sheer terror and horror filled the sky, cascading over the loud rumble of the buildings crashing down around them, shattering into crystal fragments of splintered emeralds on the ground below.
Galinda's head snaps back, and her dark cerulean eyes narrow. Weakly, she scans through the haze of smoke and flames for her lover. A great cloud of ebony smoke erupts from the ground beside her, followed by a twister of flames and ash, obscuring her vision.
Screaming, Galinda rolls to the side, just as the lava and ash crash to the ground in a fiery blaze of hell and brimstone.
Wincing, Galinda peers down towards her legs. Her eyes widen in horror and pain at her precious porcelain skin, charred, pieces of her skin dangle from blackened bones, pieces flapping in the wind. Flickers of red, fade to a sickening coal black.
Tears flood her eyes as the pain rips through her body, stealing the very breath from her lungs. Her mind reels, and the world around her spins in a nauseating pinwheel of fiery oranges, crimson and gold.
Her eyes dip to the ground. A haze slowly drifts over her vision, obscuring it. Clenching her eyes closed, she forces her vision to clear. Bubbles of tears, flood her eyes, seeing her delicate hand charred, the tips of her fingers broken, and pieces of flesh ripped away. Blood, covered her hand, staining it a grotesque crimson hue.
Her stomach lurches within her chest. Instantly, her hand flies to her head. Her fingers curl, the broken tips lithely twist within her golden locks, staining the liquid gold red.
Slowly, her fingers trail down her head, padding down her temple, and stops at her cheeks. The tips, press against the tender flesh, and a smear of charcoal, mixed with blood, smears against her porcelain skin.
"Oh Oz" whispers Galinda.
Her body lurches, weakly, she lowers her forehead down till it touches to the shattered ground. The screams around her fade, as pain pulses deep within, making her head pound and her vision to spiral out of control.
Her world fades as darkness falls around her, shutting out the screams of the citizens. All she could feel, all she could focus on, was her own pain, throbbing deep within her legs, and down to her bones. Everything within her body went numb, save for the stabbing pain in her lower regions.
Warmth, like firelight vibrates against her outstretched fingers. Weakly, she turns her head, her soft, cerulean eyes watch as a river of lava, slowly descends towards her.
Gasping for air, Galinda reaches a trembling hand out towards the broken earth beneath her, and curling her fingertips beneath the crumbles of cobblestone pavement, pushes herself up. Grinding her teeth, she bites back an agonizing scream as she forces her body to move against its silent protests, from the river of lava, slowly ascending towards her.
Embers of star fire fall from the sky, plunging the City of Emeralds in a field of flames, igniting the sky in blaze of orange, fiery yellows, and blues, it was, as Galinda professed, like the Heavens themselves were falling, crashing to the land in a blaze of Devils Fire. The silver moon shimmering high above the endless symphony of ebony darkness fades beneath waves of smoldering coal and flames, bathing the world in eternal darkness.
Another rumble and the ground beneath Galinda's body shuddered violently, before lurching skyward. A great thundering crack shatters the chaos, and for a split second, everything became eerily silent.
Slowly, cautiously, Galinda timidly rose on her hands, and palms pressed against the ground, start to bleed out beneath the jagged craters surrounding her.
Looking around, her tear filled eyes drank in her surroundings. With each turn of the head, her blood stained curls to lithely fly around her, before falling gracefully in a cascading waterfall of gold and blood, onto her bruised shoulders. Large cuts and gashes split across porcelain skin, as bubbles of blood, rose to the surface, before dancing down the slender slopes of her shoulders, down her arms, and separating into different trails down her fingertips and pool on the ground.
For the first time since the tidal wave of destruction first spilled upon the City of Emeralds, Galinda could finally take in the full force of Chao's destructive path. It sickened her. Her stomach twisted and her heart ached for the fallen, for the innocent souls lost beneath the waves of destruction.
Bodies, twisted and mangled beneath burning rubble seared her eyes, and the smoldering smoke, singed her lungs, making breathing all the more difficult. Hot tears pooled within her eyes, the smog, making them burn.
Rage, burned within her fractured heart, and ignites into coal fire, spreading like a pfenix's wings within her body. Her hands slowly close into a fist against her sides, and her eyes narrow.
Throwing her head back, a gut wrenching scream ripped through her torn lips, mixing in with the symphony of agonizing screams of horror. This wretched nightmare had to end, for their already has been a price, much, much to high that has already been paid by her ignorance, her own weak attempts at wishing to save the girl, the woman, whom she had grown to love and care for back in their abhorrent youth.
Growling, Galinda pounded her fists onto the broken pavement. Biting her lip, her dark eyes flickered up to the dancing flames consuming the wreckage of what was left, of the Western Tower. Biting her lip, she rose, regally to her full height, her darkened glare, never leaving the twisting flames.
Chao's Destructive Pathway sliced through the city, the people ran, desperate to escape the destruction, blindly screaming for help, while eluding the flames of fury. Many were almost unrecognizable, covered in blood and gore. Other's their bodies were so mangled, it was hard to tell where one person began, and the other ended.
"Galinda!"
Snapping her head towards the voice, the blonde's dark, cerulean eyes widen at the sight of the Scarecrow, stumbling along the broken streets. His right arm was ablaze; his right side sagged from straw spilling out of a huge gaping hole in his chest. His left arm was missing, lost in the chaos.
For a split second, horror filled Galinda's heart, seeing her lover half engulfed in flames, his body falling apart at the seams. He danced around, trying in vain to put out the smolders, the embers eating away at his stray entrails. His screams, pierced the blonde's heart, for it was screams of pure terror.
An explosion and Fiyero is knocked to the ground. A fountain of flames erupts from the ground, and bubbles towards the fallen Scarecrow, to lost in his own panic, to see the danger crashing towards him.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.
Another thundering crack split the air, silencing the screams of the people, and drowning out all other sounds. Turning, Galinda watches in horror, as the Palace of Emeralds shakes, before crumbling into an explosion of fire and ash.
The Palace had fallen, the City of Emeralds was plunged into chaos, buildings crumbling, slamming into the ground, and cracking the streets. Buildings lurched, before the structure collapsed, burying those foolish enough to hide within its unsteady walls. A sea of bodies lay upon a sea of crimson and debris. Pieces of the buildings cracked, engulfed in flames.
"GALINDA!" roars Fiyero.
Jumping, Galinda's eyes immediately snap towards her lover, Fiyero, writhing on the ground, trying yet failing to put out the fire, slowly eating away at his straw-infested body. His cloth hand burned, the embers sparking and cracking, igniting before shooting high into the air like a shooting star, before flickering back down towards the blood soaked ground.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda. Shooting her hand out towards the writhing Scarecrow a magickal stream of water sprays from her fingertips, dousing the flames.
Weakly, Fiyero lifts his head up from the ground, his sapphire eyes scan his body, drinking in the damage done by the flames of vengeance. His entire body was saturated in water, his suit, burnt and charred, a few pieces of straw still flickered with flames before snuffing out into the darkness. Steam, rose from his chest and arms, and the cloth from his hand, was blackened.
Sighing, he laid his head back down on the ground, and stared up at the endless sea of ebony. Large clouds of smoke and ash covered the midnight sea above, blanketing the stars, and concealing parts of the moon.
The sound of footsteps approach. Slowly, his eyes drifted to the side, and looking up, stared into the tear-stained face of Galinda, kneeling before him.
"Thank you"
"You're welcome" smiles Galinda.
Giving Galinda her best lopsided smile, he raised the cloth hand not set aflame by the fires destroying the city up towards the Good witches face. Lithely the tips of his cloth fingers brush against her cheek, wiping away the tears sparkling against her ash-stained face.
"I'm fine Galinda…no worries"
"I…I thought I had lost you" cries Galinda.
"It'll take more than a little fire to destroy me" chuckles Fiyero.
Frowning, Galinda places her hands on her hips, and glares down at the former Winkie Prince, "Not funny Tiggular"
"Sorry" apologizes Fiyero sighing.
"Can you stand?" asks Galinda gently.
"I…I don't know"
"Want some help?" asks Galinda softly.
It was hard for the blonde to ask the former Captain of the Guard such a question. After all, Fiyero had never needed help, nor asked for it. He was strong, and independent. A trait, Galinda found endearing, if not incredibly frustrating at the same time.
Not wanting to admit it out loud, Fiyero merely gave the petite blonde a small nod. And lifting up his good arm, waited, his eyes never leaving Galinda's.
Smiling, Galinda reached out towards Fiyero's hand. Curling her fingers around his wrist, she gracefully rose to her full height. Clenching her jaw, she pulled the Scarecrow up on shaky legs along with her.
"Thanks" smirks Fiyero.
"Don't mention it" giggles Galinda.
"Oz I won't" growls Fiyero.
A retort danced along the rim of her lips, about to speak another explosion erupted somewhere within the city, sending burning debris, and large pieces of emerald boulders hurtling through the air.
In the end!
Turning as one, both Galinda and Fiyero's eyes widened, as the broken pieces of the Western Tower begins to tremble and quake. The flames rise higher, twisting up towards the Northern lights of the ebony sky; blanketed in ash and soot.
"GET DOWN!" roars Galinda.
Those who heard, hit the deck, throwing their bodies down to the blood soaked ground. Only Fiyero remained, frozen in place as the burning rubble pulsed and throbbed within the twist of the flames. Hidden within the flicker of gold and orange, a small glint of emerald, pulsed.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero.
His voice was soft, carried off by the breeze. Yet somehow, Galinda had managed to pluck his words out from the air. Her head snaps up, and her eyes stare wide at her lover, standing rigid, frozen in place.
"Fiyero get down!" barks Galinda.
Not moving, Fiyero starts to slowly step towards the pulsing rubble. The flames reflected within his vacant eyes. His shoulders drooped, and his arms sagged. He was entranced and slowly walking towards his doom.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.
Getting her feet beneath her, she pushed off the ground. Rising to her full height, she sprinted towards Fiyero. Nearing him, her arms open, and wrap tight around his straw-filled chest. And, in a blink of an eye, she turns and throws Fiyero down to the ground, just as the burning rubble gives one last lurch, before exploding.
The force of the explosion knocks Galinda off her feet. Thrown through the air, the Good Witch slams hard against the ground, before rolling to a stop.
The mist swirling within Fiyero's mind clears, and his thoughts clear. The phantom voice, echoing within his mind, slowly fades back into the darkened precipice of his mind.
Shaking the last remnants of fog from his mind, his head turns towards the heat washing over his body.
The pieces of the Western Tower burn before his eyes, embers flicker around the shattered structure.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero.
"F…Fiyero" came a strangled cry.
"Fae?" whispers Fiyero weakly.
"Fi…Fi"
Weakly, Fiyero tipped his head, and his dark eyes fell upon the crumpled form of Galinda, laying twisted a few feet away. New bruises covered her skin, the ends of her hair were singed, a few flickers of flames, sparked within her golden curls, before snuffing out. Her dress was sheered, and her lips were bleeding. A large scorch mark pulsed against her right cheek.
"Galinda!"
Rising unsteady to his feet, Fiyero wobbly made his way over to the blonde woman, lying crumpled on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her.
Gently, he gathered her in his arms and held her loosely against his chest. Slowly, his cloth hand not burnt by the flames rises up and tangles within her damaged curls. The other, cups her wounded shoulder.
"Are you alright?" asks Fiyero gently.
"It hurts" cries Galinda. Tears flooded her eyes. The pain was agonizing. Her head pounded and her legs felt like they had been eaten away by the flames of Hell.
"I'm so sorry Glinny," whispers Fiyero. Gently, he presses a tender kiss to the blonde's bleeding forehead, "I'm so sorry"
"It's never going to end…is it?" asks Galinda timidly.
"Soon Galinda…soon this nightmare will end" soothes Fiyero.
Suffer the pain, the agony! Feel what it's like to have your soul ripped to shreds…your heart torn to pieces!
The screams of the suffering fade away into the darkness of the night. The flames flicker and dance within the midnight sea of ash and smoke. Eerie shadows, splay against the half crumbled buildings, reflected the damage, the destruction, the chaos which has befall the once beautiful City of Emeralds; the pearl of Oz.
The wreckage explodes once more. Smoke rises, billowing around the destruction. Slowly, a dark figures steps through the river of flames. It's dark, raven hair billowed around her.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda.
The figure steps through the flames, and standing an inch away, levels the blonde and her Scarecrow lover, a deadly glare.
Fiyero's arms tightened around Galinda's waist and his heart twisted within his straw chest. The darkness rippled around her, pulsing in time with her rage.
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!
A small tear, crested along the edge of his cloth eyes. His heart, cracked and his soul ached, hearing Elphaba's words, echo around him.
"Why do you let them hurt you?" whispers Fiyero.
Startled, Galinda's eyes snap back to stare wide at Fiyero, a grim expression flashing across his face. Her brow furrows, and tears sparkle within her eyes. He was lost, so lost within the river of his memories, and swept away by the currents pulling him further and further away from her reach.
When all you've known is pain and hatred…it's kind of hard to think otherwise…or act
"But" cracks Fiyero's voice.
Galinda watched, fear sparkling within her eyes. It was as if Fiyero was lost in the rivers of the past, imprisoned to relive a life he dared not wish to return back too. A sob slipped past her lips, as she clung to his straw body, willing for him to return back to her.
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
A hard growl, slipped through Elphaba's clenched lips. Her eyes darkened. Her hand snaps down towards the ground. Magickally, her umbrella appears between her clenched fingers.
"Why?" breathes Fiyero.
"FiFi" whispers Galinda, worry etched within her voice.
A flicker of emerald and Galinda shifts her gaze back to the burning rubble. Her eyes widen, seeing Elphaba stand tall against the dancing flames, her umbrella clutched tight within her fingers, the look of madness, shimmering within her eyes. Her head was lowered, darkening her appearance, and her raven hair danced wildly around her, the ends of her skirt, billowed out, twisting within the orange and yellow flickers of embers twirling around her.
Cause wishing…
A roar of rage and Elphaba lifts the umbrella up to her chest. Pointing it out towards the two, her eyes narrow, as a dark light, glows eerily around the metal tip, growing stronger and pulsing in time with the emerald witch's rage.
Turning, Galinda's fingers curl tight around Fiyero's arms. Tears shimmer within, spilling down her face, and half smearing the ash, staining her cheeks.
"Fiyero!" cries Galinda.
Entranced, Fiyero mechanically raises a cloth hand out towards the silent air, wisping around him. His fingers curl in midair, the tips curl, yearning to touch, to caress an unseen figure, kneeling before him.
A gasp slipped past Galinda's lips, seeing the emptiness shimmer within Fiyero's eyes. They were cloudy, and distant, and that alone, troubled the White Witch.
Only wounds the heart
The air crackles and the dark light dancing around the tip of her umbrella crackles. Pulling the umbrella back against her body, she raises her other hand up to her chest, and fisting it, let's loose a roar of rage, before shooting the umbrella towards the Good Witch and her lover. The dark power, slices through the air.
"Fiyero!" screams Galinda.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero.
I'm hated Yero…forever cursed to bring misery and pain to those foolish enough to get close to me
"You're not alone" cries Fiyero.
The dark energy speeds faster, cracking through the barriers of light and air. Desperation pulled on the blonde's heart. Turning, she grabbed hard onto Fiyero's arms, and started to pull him away.
An aberration, an abomination of life…should never be given freedom…the love that only the light can provide. I'm destined to walk in the Shadow's...
His mind was clouded, and his body went completely numb as he stared off into the void of oblivion. He could barely feel soft fingers, grasp at his arm, and tug him away. Though, even if he could, he didn't care, for the only thing Fiyero desired, was to remain locked within the dream mist of his memories, forever trapped, with the love of his life, in his arms.
"You were never alone" whispers Fiyero.
"Fiyero come on!" cries Galinda desperately.
"DIE TRAITORS!" roars Elphaba.
Inches away, the powerful blast of magick was only a whispered breath away from slamming into the two, imprisoning them within a never-ending vortex of pain and misery.
Galinda tried to pull Fiyero away, yet no matter how hard she pulled, Fiyero would not budge. He remained rooted to the spot, a permanent fixture on the broken boulevard of broken dreams.
Alone…
"No!" screams Galinda.
"DIE!"
A murderess like me…doesn't deserve love
Panting, Galinda's legs give beneath her. Falling to her knees the blonde witch lowers her head toward the ground, her fingers; slowly start to slip through the cloth of Fiyero's shirt.
Only pain
Slowly, Galinda's head rises. Her golden curls fall over her bruised shoulders. The air around her stills for a clock tick before rushing past her. She could feel the searing heat, the power, pulsing deep within the ball of dark energy soaring towards her.
Save him Glin
As you fade into the night
Gasping, Galinda's eyes snap up to stare wide at the Emerald Witch of Darkness, standing a few feet away. She stood tall, her body slightly turned. Her dark ebony eyes glared back at her, and the corner of her lips pulled up into an icy sneer.
"El…Elphie?" whispers Galinda.
Do not give up please! Help him!
"Elphie?"
Please Glin…save…him
Who will tell the story of your life!
Clenching her jaw, Galinda turned back towards Fiyero's rigid form. A new-found determination sparkled within her eyes. Growling, she reached out and curled her fingers around Fiyero's arms.
Closing her eyes, she summoned forth all the strength still vibrating deep, within her weakened body. Feeling her strength pulse within her veins, she opened her eyes and pulled.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero brokenly.
And loneliness
"Move!" roars Galinda.
In the end…
The two fell in slow motion, the world, fell before her eyes, all sights, all sounds faded away. The sound of her hard breathes rippled within her ears, beating in time to the sound of her blood, pounding behind her ears.
That's why it's better if you and Galinda…forget about me
Elphie
Galinda and Fiyero's hearts thundered loud within their chests at the sight before them. For standing before the burning wreckage, was Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West. Her long raven hair billowed out around her, her dark, ebony eyes glared maniacally back at the screaming crowds. Her once beautiful emerald skin was a battlefield of ash, blackened and charred by the flames. Blood, bubbled to the surface, spilling to the ground. Fields of emerald glowed beneath the chaos of Hell's fire, illuminating every scar, and every gash. Her skin was eviscerated, torn to shred, distorted and grotesque, masticated beyond recognition. The tattered edges of her skirt billowed around her, loose strings twirled and tangled within the ends of her ripped skirt, rising up and twisting within her ebony hair, and falling once more, against her trembling body.
A darkened shadows, crested over her face, darkening her appearance. Her slender lips were torn, and pulled up in the corner, revealing rows of bloodstained teeth. A low growl, vibrated deep within her throat, and her hands, the fingers broken, the skin ripped away, clenched and unclenched in time with unfurled rage, billowing within her blackened heart.
As my souls laid to rest…
"Elphie" whispers Galinda breathlessly.
Fiyero's heart twisted within his chest, and his breathes came in short, almost desperate gasps, for the Elphaba, Fae, standing before him, was a mere shell of the woman whom he had fallen in love with at Shiz. Her soul had been ripped to shreds, the silken threads eviscerated beyond recognition, tossed in the air like silver ash, and swept away by the raging currents.
Tears brimmed within his eyes, threatening to spill over, and saturate the cloth of his skin. The heart jackhammering within his chest throbbed, threatening to crack at any moment, the fragile skin to split, and shatter, the remains raining down like crimson dust into a field of darkness.
What is left of my body…
Elphaba's heart, the one he swore to protect had been shattered, thrown carelessly by the icy hands of Darkness, to obliterate into tiny crimson crystals of dust and ash.
Or am I just…
Life, had stolen her heart, ripped it from her chest, and shattered it within the palm of its hand, allowing the Winds of Fury to sweep up the pieces and carry it away on the Nordic Winds of the West.
He turned away, unable to look at the girl, the woman, whom Elphaba had become. The innocence was gone, vanished beneath layers of darkness and hate, of ice and pain, and of rage.
A shell…
His eyes flickered closed, as his mind drifted back into the sea of memories, dancing lithely along the rim of his consciousness.
The light killed the sentient being once known as Elphaba Thropp
His body trembled, hearing Elphaba's voice, dark and acidic, float through the mists of time, wafting on the gentle breeze, and wrapping around his frozen heart.
And I have fought…
How does it feel? To have all your hopes and dreams shattered…to have your heart ripped out of your chest?
"Clever little witch aren't we" spats Elphaba, her voice was dark, cynical, and acidic, making Galinda shiver in fear and revulsion.
"Elphaba…I" starts Galinda.
"A mistake…I shall not make again!" roars Elphaba.
And with flesh and blood I commanded an army!
Snapping her fingers towards the ground, a large roar fills the air, the ground shakes, and rumbles, tumbling those who had risen to their feet to crash once more.
Many of the buildings burning bright in the darkness crumble and fall, pieces of rubble and debris falls to the ground, shattering into millions of pieces, sending burning projectiles out towards the crowd.
Galinda crashes to the ground, her head hitting the pavement. A large gash spreads across her forehead. Her hands scrape against the fractured pieces what once made up the Emerald City streets, making them bleed.
An icy cackle echoes across the destructive pathway of chaos, freezing those fortunate to escape the damage. Galinda, weakly turns her head, her eyes soften seeing the madness, the insanity, bubbling within her friends eyes.
Elphaba stood tall, her body slightly turned away from the Good Witch. The tattered pieces of her skirt billow around her, and small flickers of her emerald legs, flash in the darkness, before fading beneath the tendrils of her dress. Here long raven tresses dance and billow around her, sheered strands of ebony silk, floated within the embers, flickering within the darkness.
Through it all…I have given my heart
Clenching his teeth, Fiyero slams his cloth hands down onto the broken pavement. Clenching his eyes, he willed his weakened limbs to rise from the ground. A grunt of pain slips free from his stitched lips, as his arms slowly help push his flattened chest off the ground.
A roar and Fiyero's head snaps up, his dark sapphire eyes stare wide at Elphaba, standing tall before the twister of flames burning bright behind her.
He stared mesmerized, as the gold and orange flickers of light, cascade over her body, bathing her in an ethereal glow of sunsets, kissing her skin, and highlighting each scar, each wound, each gash and bruise; the horrors of the nights, the weeks, the months of torments, silenced in the clock of midnight.
His vision blurs. Hot tears flood his eyes, obscuring his vision beneath a veil of mist. The heart within his chest twists, seeing the insanity, the darkness, vibrating within the emerald witch's shattered heart. The Darkness within her had consumed her whole, blanketing her in an eternal symphony of Ice and Rage. The light once shimmering within her soul fades beneath waves of Darkness.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero, his voice was hoarse, and his throat burned.
A scream, rips free from Galinda's lips as she strains to rise back on her feet. Her entire body was covered in blood and bruises, her beautiful porcelain skin, a meshwork of gruesome scars, gashes slicing deep to the bone, and bruises of dark, violent purples and fading to a kiss of blues.
Her dark cerulean eyes glared back at the Witch of the West, ice and rage, fire and hate, burned deep within the majestic pools of blue and black. Her dark golden curls hung limp against her broken shoulder. Blood, glistened within the flicker of the bonfires, burning throughout the city, and twisted up towards her scalp.
Her eyes narrow and her delicate fingers clench tight around the silver staff, clenched tight against the palm of her hand. Turning to the side, the Good Witch gracefully twirled her crystal staff between her fingers, before slamming it hard against the ground.
"ELPHABA!" roars Galinda.
Slowly, Elphaba turns her head towards the petite blonde. Darkness pools within her eyes, and a glimmer of menace, shimmers within.
Galinda watches, as her slender lips curl into a devilish smile. An emerald hand raises her elegant fingers curls and the tips curl around the rim of her hat.
A smirk and Elphaba pulls the hat lower over her eyes, darkening her appearance.
I have given my heart for a moment of glory!
Growling in frustration, Galinda's hand reaches down towards her staff. The tips of her fingers smack the staff, making it twirl up towards the sky. Reaching up, her fingers twist, snatching the staff out of the air, and twirling it once more, aims the crystal snowflake, at Elphaba's blackened heart.
"Die!" roars Galinda.
A beam of white light shoots out of Galinda's staff, ricocheting off the walls, before slicing through the emerald witch's heart. A gush of blood and Elphaba stumbles back.
In the end
"Fae!" screams Fiyero, horror flashes across his face, watching as Elphaba's lackluster hand rises up to her severed chest. Blood gushes from the large gaping hole and over her fingers; staining them a rustic red, where Galinda's magick had sliced her through.
Elphaba gasped in pain, her entire body trembled violently against the flames flickering, dancing across her skin. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, all her broken mind could think about, was the agonizing pain, ripping through her entire body.
As we fade into the night
An evil sneer, slides across the Wizard's slippery lips. His eyes darken and his stance straightens. Rising to his full height, he turns his body half to the side. His one arm rests placid against his hips, the other gracefully rises, and with a graceful flick of the wrist, he gestures grandly towards the cindering remains of the Emerald Palace.
Footsteps rush towards the square, the sound of metal clanking against the broken ground echoes throughout the square. One by one, the heads of those who had escaped the chaos peek over the edge of their protective shields. Their eyes widen, seeing a large contingent of Gale soldiers, entering into the decimated square, their rifles held hard against their chests, the look of death and vengeance, sparkling within their cold, steel eyes.
The thundering clanking of metal and the scorching heat cracks what was left of the Good Witch's stamina. Slowly, every limb goes limp, her legs tremble and her body sways dangerously beneath her feet.
Her bloodstained hand rises, and cups the side of her head, as her vision blurs. A haze of blood, dances before her eyes, obscuring her vision. Her head pounds and the blood throbs behind her ears. She was losing her strength, for the power needed for her last attack against the Wicked Witch, had drained what was left of her power.
Elphaba's eyes widen and tremble, the pain was agonizing, shredding her insides, and eviscerating her organs. She could feel her blood boil, before evaporating into crimson mist, the bones within charring beyond recognition.
It was a powerful spell, one who, foolish enough to try and stand against it, would have been reduced to nothing more than ash, the bones not destroyed, charred, cinders of onyx.
Yet she stood against it, and took the pain. She had her magick to thank for that. Still the pain was excruciating, and even she, the Wicked Witch of the West, the most powerful witch, sorceress in all of Oz, feared Death's grasp, reaching towards her, its bony fingers piercing through her skin, and deep into her wretched body to where her soul resided.
Her mouth falls open, and her entire body trembles, before stiffening. Doubling over, her arms weakly wound around her chest. The blood spilled over her arms, staining her dress and splattering to the ground. Her long raven hair fell over her shoulders, darkening her appearance, and veiling the pain flickering within her ebony eyes.
Fiyero remains frozen on the ground. His legs were shredded pieces of enchanted straw and cloth spreading like a sea, over the broken boulders of the city. His arms crossed against the ground, holding him up, and his chest heaved against the ground.
"Fae" whispers Fiyero brokenly.
The Gale soldiers surround the Witch, their riffles aimed straight at her, the hammer quivering, and the flames of vengeance dancing across the shimmering metal. Each soldier took a guarded stance, each holding their breath, waiting for the Witch to flinch.
She remained oblivious to the danger surrounding her, for her shattered mind could only focus on the pain, the agony, rippling throughout her wretched body.
The Wizard stood tall, his features darkening, watching, waiting; his fingers trembled in anticipation against his thigh, and an icy smirk, slid across his lips. A dark breeze swept past them, ruffling his silver gray hair.
Silence everyone remained frozen, neither daring to move, or breathe. The Gale Force kneeled before the Witch, their fingers itching against the trigger.
Galinda tried to fight the exhaustion, rippling within her body, for she couldn't falter now, not when victory was so close, that if she dared reach out, she could almost touch it with her fingertips.
Her body lurched, and her legs caved beneath her. A cry of pain, and the Good Witch crumpled to her knees, the skin beneath the broken emerald, breaking against the impact. Her golden curls fall over her shoulders, teasing the broken flesh. Her once elegant gown was a sea of blood and ash, ripped and torn in several places, a few loose threads twirled within the raging breeze of fire.
Her dark cerulean eyes stared lackluster at the figure of her best friend. A gasp and the Good Witch's fingers rise and daintily touch her cheek.
Wetness and warmth, soaks into her fingers. It took her but a moment to realize, that she was crying, crying for the Wretched, for the Forsaken, for the one who fell into Darkness, allowing the rage, the hatred to consume her, blackening her soul, and her heart.
"Elphie" breathes Galinda softly.
Inwardly, she didn't want to hurt her friend, and even though she hated her friend for all she had done, all the wrongs she had committed, the lives stolen by her hands, the destruction, the shattering of Oz, her heart still ached for her, the emerald Witch, born from Innocence, and thrown into the devastation of Chaos.
A part of her, a large part shimmered deep within the recesses of her heart, for the emerald witch. And though she had a reason to, she wept, silently for the friend lost within Chao's symphony.
Her mind slowly drifted back to their days at Shiz, a time when things made sense, there was no darkness, no destruction or death. Her friend was there, smiling her little smiles, and hiding them behind a thick tome, her small nose barely touching the crisp pages, and her emerald fingers curled possessively around the thick leather.
A small smile, crested against her lips, remembering how her friend looked, sitting rigid against a tree, her face buried behind the pages, her thin gold framed glasses shimmering in the light. Secretly, she loved watching Elphaba's long, raven hair billow around her, dancing lithely in the wind. It was like watching a dance of silk and satin, twirling and dipping in the smooth, crisp cusps of sweetened air.
She would say something that would make Elphaba's head rise from the pages, her dark chocolate eyes wide, surprise, shock, sparkling within her eyes and her slender lips, parted, and revealing rows of ivory teeth. The sight alone, would throw the blonde witch into a fit of giggles.
How she longed for those days. The nights, when after the lights would go out, the two would lay there, talking softly, until one or the other fell asleep. Though, often times, it was she who had fallen asleep first, before the bubbly blonde.
So many nights, Galinda would lie there, watching the green girl sleep, a small smile tugging on her lips as she drifted along the sweetened currents of dreams. Her long raven hair falling over her slender shoulders, spilling around her in a sea of ebony, one slender arm tucked down her chest, emerald fingers curled loose around the elegant cut of her thigh, the other, curled up, the tips of her fingers just barely touching her slender chin.
She looked so beautiful, so at peace. But now the peace was gone, faded beneath the folds of darkness. Now, what remained was hatred, fire, and rage.
"Elphie" whispers Galinda, as tears stream down her face; like crystal stars shooting through the celestial heavens.
Silence, save for the thundering gasps escaping through Elphaba's mouth. She remained, hunched, doubled over in pain. The icy breeze swept past her, snagging with it, a few loose strands of raven hair to billow and dance around her.
Weakly, Galinda rose to her feet. Wincing, she gingerly wrapped her bruised and bloody arm around her abdomen. The wind swept past her, making her curls dance around her, and kissing away her tears.
Suddenly, Elphaba straightened, her back arched in a sickening position, and throwing her head back, screamed into the stillness of the night.
Her scream was heart wrenching, making the blood flowing within the Good Witch's veins to curdle. She wanted nothing more, than to run to her friend and envelope her in her arms, and hold her close.
Her throat raw, and hurting, Elphaba lowered her head. It was now, that she took notice of the Gale Force surrounding her, rifles at the ready, the hammer of the gun twitching in the firelight.
A low growl, slipped free from her clenched lips. Slowly, her arms lowered to rest placid at her sides. Her fists clenched and she ground her teeth. Her gaze darkened, and in one swift motion, she threw her arms up to rise above her head, a snarl, danced on her lips.
Startled, the Captain stepped back, his arms rose over his face, protecting him from whatever attack was to be thrown in his path. The Wizard, perturbed, took a hard step, and raising a hand, pointed manically at the Green Witch.
"Fire!" roars the Wizard.
The Gale Soldiers didn't even blink. Once the order was given, they all reacted. One by one, their fingers pressed against the trigger. The hammer slammed down on the wick, igniting the gunpowder. Thunder rumbled across the sky, as great plumes of smoke rose from the barrel of the rifle.
Galinda and Fiyero watched in horror, as Elphaba's body seized, and thrashed, as the bullets pierced her skin. Great splatters of blood, crested against the night, before splattering to the ground.
"FAE!" screams Fiyero in horror.
Who will tell the story of your life!
Galinda watched horrified. The scene seemed to play out in slow motion, for as one gun fired, another ignited, sending a bullet to ripple through the air, and plunge deep into the Witch's body. Great plumes of smoke rose into the air, veiling any who were too far away to bear witness to the horrifying scene.
With each plunge of the hammer, each thunder of the barrel cracked the Good Witch's heart all the more. Stumbling, she tried to make her way over to her friends side. Weakly, her hand rose, and fingers splayed, reached towards her friend. She was so close she could almost feel the vibrations of her friend's energy, pulse against her fingertips.
A hand reached out, and clasped around the Good Witch's arm. With a hard tug, Galinda cries out, as she's pulled away from her friend.
Crashing to the ground, she winces. Regaining her composure, her head snaps up, the fire within her eyes blazes and her mouth opens ready to let loose the tirade dancing on the tip of her tongue.
The words, fade, as her eyes beheld the man, the person, who had pulled her back down to the ground.
"Boq?" asks Galinda softly.
"What in Oz do you think you're doing!" hisses Boq, the Tin Man.
Rage bubbles once more within her heart his metal hand still remains clenched around her arm, making her shiver, feeling the cool of his tin, press against her skin.
Growling, she angrily pulls her arm free from her arm. The hurt flickering within his eyes did not go unnoticed, and yet the Witch ignored it.
Leveling him her most deadly glare, she slowly rose onto her hunches, allowing her dark cerulean eyes to glare back into dark blue, mixed with liquid silver.
"What business is it of yours you heartless bastard!" shrieks Galinda.
"Keeping you safe" retorts Boq. Angrily, his hands grip tight onto the handle of his axe, as he glares back at Galinda.
"Worry of your own station, and leave me to deal with my own!" roars Galinda.
"Why would you go to her! After all she's done! What she's put you through? Galinda, she nearly killed you!" snarls Boq.
"Elphie would never hurt me!"
"She nearly killed you before or have you forgotten your little "ride" in the crimson bubble" snaps Boq.
Flinching, Galinda slowly lowered herself back down to the ground, defeat, sparkled within her eyes. It was true, no matter how hard the Good Witch wished to deny it.
Her friend had tried to kill her. And to make it worse, there was not a shred of remorse, sparkling within her ebony eyes.
Lowering her eyes, she weakly wrapped her bloody arms around her waist as she shivered.
Seeing the Good Witch so broken, so lost before him, dispels the rage from his tin heart. His face softens, and slowly, he brings a tin hand up and rests it against her slumped shoulders.
"Galinda…I know how you feel. It's hard, but we have to accept the fact that our Elphie is gone" replies Boq, his voice was soft, the anger gone.
Lifting her head up, Galinda stares back into Boq's eyes, surprise and shock, sparkling within her eyes. He remembered, he remembered who Elphaba really was.
Yet that shock, quickly waned, and the anger returned. Clenching her lips, the Good Witch reached up and grabbed hard onto Boq's tin fingers. Crushing them, she threw his hand away from her personage.
"Don't…don't you dare! You have no right, no right at all! Who the hell do you think you are!" snarls Galinda.
"I" stammers Boq, shocked by the sudden change.
"YOU KNOW NOTHING! YOU HAVEN'T THE FOGGIEST OF IDEAS TO WHAT ME AND FIYERO HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH…WHAT SHE HAS BEEN GOING THROUGH!" roars Galinda.
Shocked, Boq stumbles back. Losing his balance, he falls with a clatter, to the ground. His legs were bent, and his feet planted firm on the ground, his tin arms spread behind him, holding his weight.
And who will remember…your last goodbye?
Galinda shuddered, remembering that day in the Palace of Emeralds, when Elphaba disappeared in a plume of smoke and ash, the look of innocence, of pain, sparkling within her chocolate eyes.
At that time, the Darkness had not fully consumed her, her spirit was not yet broken, and her heart had not yet been shattered. A small fragment of that Elphaba, still remained, but that was before…
Lowering her gaze, the Good Witch continued, "You know nothing of the atrocities she's bared, the horrors she's endured, she's suffered from…the abuse" Galinda whispers the last part to herself, yet Boq still managed to pick up her words.
His eyes softened. Slowly, he rose back up to stare into Galinda's tear-filled eyes.
"What are you talking about?" asks Boq.
"She's suffered horrors that you and I could only imagine…nightmares that destroyed her, tore her to pieces, casting the fragments down into the endless sea of despair…she's broken Boq…she's broken and lost"
He sat there an uncomfortable silence surrounded the two former Shiz students. Guilt pulsed deep within his tin body, guilt of the unknown, guilt for the injustices placed upon the emerald woman who had been denied heavens touch since birth.
Sighing, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes lowered to the ground.
"How can you still defend her after all she's done?" asks Boq, the question, screamed back into his mind, berating him for allowing such words to slip from his mouth. He knew he shouldn't ask such, but he just couldn't help himself, he had to know.
Cause it's the end…and I'm not afraid…
Smiling, Galinda raised her eyes up to stare teary-eyed, back at the Tin Man, trembling before her.
I'm not afraid…
Her face softened, the heartache, shimmered within her eyes, breaking the none-existent heart within the Tin Man's chest.
"I love her" was her soft reply.
To die!