Hi everyone! I'm back! Sorry for not updating as much, I've been really busy moving into a new house... okay that's not entirely true. I have spent a lot of time taunting my older sister with Hamilton music (she hates Hamilton, I don't), as well as drawing. I have posted a few drawings of Elphaba, Nessa, and G(a)linda on my deviantart page, so you should go check that out. My username is MaddieRiley. You might get to meet my little sis, Glinda jr, next chapter. I'm letting her write a little column at the end of each chapter. I referenced something in here, see if you can guess what it's from.
QOD: Which musical would you rescue from going off-Broadway? I would probably save Matilda the Musical or Newsies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or anything referenced in here.
Glinda's POV
We've been flying for four days now, and we are disgustified. Fiyero has vomited more than once, and dead bugs are clinging to our clothing. I have had to make about 3 bubbles for this trip, and each one gets flimsier than the other. It starts raining and blowing, and we know that we are getting closer to Morrible's lair. It's remarkable to me that such an old woman has the ability to do these things.
"Fiyero, I think the bubble is popping", I say as I feel the bubble closing in on us.
"What?!", Fiyero screams.
"I said-"
"I know what you said!"
The bubble falls from the sky, and we fall through the air.
Nessa's POV
It's been approximately four nights being trapped in Morrible's dungeon. I haven't slept since father took Elphaba. She returned a night later, covered in red welts. Morrible warned me that she was coming for me today. Elphaba is curled up in the corner, tossing and turning in her sleep with a pained expression. I have attempted to comfort her, but she has been pushing me away. She screams Fiyero's name in her sleep, and I crawl over to her. She kicks me in the side unknowingly, and I recoil in pain. Footsteps are heard down the hallway, and I hover over Elphaba. She can't be hurt anymore than she already is. Madame Morrible shines a light in my eyes, and I squint. She hits me in my already bruised side with a long stick. A silver cane. She shouts profanities at me, and drags me off of Elphaba. She hits me in the ribs with the cane, and I kick my weakened legs at her. She walks over to Elphaba, and I grasp her ankles, making her fall.
"You wretched little..", she trails off, swinging her cane at me once again. It hits me in the ribs, and I cry out. A sharp pain spreads over my mid-section. She grasps my hair, dragging me out of the cell. She throws me outside, and waves her arms. Lighting cracks across the sky, and I am hit with freezing rain. This continues for a few moments, until the weather returns to normal. Father walks outside, dragging Elphaba by the arm. He lets go of her, and she stumbles, eventually regaining her balance. Frex throws a large paper at her, and I glance at it, only to have him kick my sopping wet body to the side.
"Now, Elphaba", he begins in an eerily calm tone, "Please tell me where this boy is".
"No!", Elphaba screams.
"If you insist", he says. He kicks me in the ribs, smirking at my sister, who screams my name. A strangled cry escapes my throat.
"I can't tell you! I won't tell you!", she screams.
He proceeds to kick me in the left side multiple times, each ejecting a scream from my mouth, until she finally gives in. She presses her hands to her forehead, and screams. I have never seen her do this before. Her nose bleeds, and a look of terror crosses her face.
"No", she whispers.