I'm baaaaaack *cackles*. Sorry. So, my audition for Peter Pan is tomorrow! I'm pretty excited. Sorry about my horrible characterization of Glinda in the last chapter. I might just have to ask my little sister (Glinda jr.) for some help. Also, if you guess any of my references you will get a oneshot of choice in Tales from Shiz, my other story.
QOD: What is your broadway dream role? Mine are posted on my bio page.
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Wicked.
Madame Morrible sat in the office of her secret lair. A hooded man stood beside her. She clapped twice.
"Show yourself", she says.
The man throws off his cape and a dark haired man appears before her.
"Ah, Frex. What can I do for you?", she asks.
"I want to help."
The woman was aghast. Since when had Frex wanted to help her?
"I heard you are after my daughters?", he continues.
"Oh, of course, of course!", she replied. "Yes, we have been searching for quite a few days now."
"Do you have any idea of where they are?", he asked.
"They are somewhere in the western woods", she says.
"Well then, if you can't find them at the moment, how about you... play with them a little?", he asks.
The old woman stared at him questioningly.
"After all, Nessarose is afraid of storms", he continues, winking at her.
An evil grin spreads across the hag's face.
Elphaba's POV
It's been three days that we were hiding in these woods. Everyone is on each other's last nerve. We haven't eaten much, as food is scarce. It is cloudy, and it will possibly rain, so Nessa is freaking out. She is sitting against a tree hugging her knees and rocking back and forth. I run over to her and try to comfort her. The sound of thunder fills our ears. Glinda shudders and frightened tears begin to fall out of Nessa's eyes. Fiyero approaches me and sits down next to me. We all know where this storm is coming from. It begins raining, and then pouring. Glinda runs and sits underneath the tree with us. It begins pouring even harder, and lightning cracks across the sky. I wrap my arms around Nessa and she cries into my shoulder. It begins hailing, and everyone starts shivering. Fiyero places and arm around my shoulder. The thunder gets louder, and buckets of rain are poring down with hail the size of golfballs. The rain is no match for the horrible winds, though. Nessa sobs and Glinda places a hand on Nessa's back. I hear a crack and a tree begins to wobble. Everyone stiffens at the noise. Glinda screams, and Nessa goes into worse hysterics than she was already in.
"Make it stop!", she screams. "Make it stop!"
The lightning grows worse and Fiyero stands up. A nearby tree's trunk cracks and it begins falling slowly. Glinda screams again and everyone except for Nessa stands up. The tree is getting closer to the ground and we hear a crack from the trunk of the one we are standing under. Fiyero kneels down next to Nessa.
"Nessa, come on. The tree is falling! We have to go!", he says, trying not to scare her too much. When she still doesn't budge, Fiyero scoops the crying girl up in his arms and we run through the forest, avoiding trees and branches as they fall. A smaller branch falls and hits my shoulder. I wince as blood is drawn from the spot it hit.
"Are you okay, Elphie?", Glinda asks me. I nod. After what feels like hours of running, the storm dies down. Once the storm stops we settle underneath a large, shady tree. Nessa was able to continue running with the rest of us after a little while. She collapses in tears, but this time, tears of relief.