InsaneJournal

Who: Elphaba & Fiyero (and sort of featuring Razzle)
Where: Hydra Island; Room 12
When: Day Three; Noon


Twenty-six hours had passed since the Edwards girl had visited her on the main island. The knock on her front door had been a complete surprise, as she hadn't been expecting any visitors, and was even more surprised to find the fat redhead standing on her doorstep, requesting entrance.

Elphaba had complied, more out of courtesy than any curiosity. But that soon changed, when Razzle began to speak of one of the prisoners on the Hydra. It was a man, she had said, in his late twenties or early thirties, suffering from amnesia. He had attended university in his youth... and he had spoken of strong feelings for the color green.

The Witch had sat speechless as Razzle had related her story. Her thoughts were all jumbled together. It couldn't be Fiyero. Fiyero was dead. She had seen his blood painted across the walls of her hideout. He had died - and there was no use in believing him to be otherwise.

Yet Razzle seemed so persistent. Elphaba had wondered why. It was likely a sick joke Ben or one of the others was playing on her. Nothing more than that.

And yet she was curious. Damn it all.

When Razzle had left, Elphaba had been alone with her thoughts. She thought of the mysterious child, Liir, and for the first time wondered where the boy was, so that she might study him, see if there was any resemblance at all to her Fiyero. Never in the few years she had been on this island had she really cared about the boy, Liir. In her eyes, he was no different than any of the other annoying brats on the island, including Ben's hellion of a daughter, Alex.

In a sudden fit of rage, the green woman had trashed her home, which of course achieved nothing but a huge mess that she would have to clean up later.

What if it wasn't a joke? What if it was true? What if Ben was holding her Fiyero prisoner?

There was no way around it. She would just have to see for herself.

And so, at around eleven the next morning, Elphaba, bundled in her hat, gloves, boots, and cloak, and clutching her open umbrella tightly in her fist, had convinced Tom to take her across the water to the Hydra. There was no chance for her to think of Fiyero during this trip, however. The splashing of the water against the side of the boat had her nerves on edge, and it was all she could do to keep her seat and not fling herself to land once the boat had reached shore.

She had made her way to the kitchen, where she had found Razzle fixing up sandwiches for the prisoners she had been placed in charge of. Razzle had eagerly offered the tray she had prepared for Fiyero, informing the Witch as to the man's exact location.

Elphaba, clutching the tray in her hands, made her way upstairs to room number twelve, where the joke or the truth would soon be discovered. She scarcely bothered to breathe as she nodded to the guard on duty, who, glancing sidelong at the strange green woman, had rose and unbolted the door.

She walked into the room without a word to the guard, her eyes instantly squinted against the gloomy lighting. There was a figure sitting at the opposite side of the room, but it was difficult to distinguish any features just yet. The Witch made her way over to the table and set the tray down. Her heartbeat had quickened, dark eyes locked on the other figure in the room.