I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack *cackles*. We are moving into a new house so we didn't have wifi for a few days, which is why I wasn't updating. I apologize, my writing isn't the best for this one.
QOD; What are you planning on being for Halloween? Are you going to dress up? I know, it's early.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
Glinda's POV
"Are you sure this is a good idea?", I ask as I finger my wand that I managed to save from being stolen.
"No. But you should try", Fiyero says.
"Alright then".
I wave my wand in numerous circles, picturing the image of what I want to create in my head. I cross my fingers, hoping that this will work. I haven't made a bubble in weeks, so I'm not sure if it will be sturdy enough, or even appear. A burst of light startles me.
"I think it's working!", I shout.
A small bubble appears on the ground, and it grows larger and larger. When it's large enough to fit both Fiyero and I inside, I wave my wand a few more times to try to strengthen it. Once I'm certain that it's strong enough I step in. I motion for Fiyero to follow. He looks a bit hesitant, but he steps in.
"We don't have a lot of time. Let's go!", I say. I set the bubble to the top speed, and I begin to navigate us through the sky.
Nessa's POV
About thirty minutes have passed, and sunlight is streaming through the windows. I still feel a pang of guilt after what I said to Boq, but I have other things to worry about. I gently shake Elphaba to wake her up. She sits up, startled. I don't want to find out what methods Morrible- or should I say Horrible- uses to wake people up. I'm expecting to hear her footsteps. I do hear footsteps a few minutes later, but they sound much heavier, like a man's. My father is standing at the door, and he wordlessly grabs my sister's arm. He drags her out of the cell. This can't be good. I fall to my knees and pray silently that she will be alright.
Elphaba's POV
I am dragged into a small, white room with a small table in the middle. Frex calmly motions for me to sit down, and I obey, too tired to do anything else.
"I need you to tell me where he is", Frex says. He pulls a picture out of his coat pocket. It's a picture of Fiyero.
"Why?", I ask.
"To get back at his family", he replies.
"No", I say, realizing what he means. He wants to kill Fiyero to bring pain upon the Vinkun royals.
"No? Oh, we'll see about that."
I am pulled into a dark room. Frex walks over to the corner and picks up what looks like a bucket. He pours it over me, drenching me in water. I cry out in pain as the liquid burns my skin.
"There. Now tell me where he is".
"No!".
"If you insist."
He pours another bucket of water over me, and then closes the door, leaving me in the darkness of the small room. I scream in pain and fear, water and enclosed spaces were always my two biggest fears. I flashback to when I was locked in the cellar for days at a time when I was younger. Frex would tell Nessa that I was feeling under the weather. Ness trusted our father, and believed him when he said this. I always avoided telling her this, but Frex was never kind to me when I was younger. I pray that she won't figure this out, it could put in both in worse danger that we are already in if he finds out she knows. I try to swat the pain from the burns away, but it fails. I scream out one more time, but this time it's a name. Fiyero.