Who: Elphaba and her kidnapped Dorothy look-alike What: The Wicked Witch is off her rocker, and she's the most dangerous when she's like this. When: Earlier this evening Where: Some abandoned building in a town somewhere between Lawrence and Kansas City Warnings: Um. Language. Mental torture/cruelty. Physical torture(in the burning someone sense). Beware there's also confessions of Elphaba's life in here. This really isn't going to be pretty. You may not want to read this at work, though it's not really bloody. It's just...incredibly wicked.
Note: The girl will be found not long after Elphaba dumped her. The news will catch wind of the missing girl being found an hour or so after that. The girl will be in a hospital in Kansas City, but the story will undoubtedly be heard in Lawrence on the 10 p.m. news. Anyone that knows Elphaba will know this was her handiwork when they see a picture of the girl(by anyone I mean anyone that saw The Wizard of Oz, and if those close to Ephaba don't know what Dorothy looked like, this is a good time to draw the conclusion Elphaba burned her). So! People can now start tracking Elphaba down. Witches can do tracking spells if they want. All I ask is that the angry mob that descends on Elphaba doesn't actually kill her. I'd like my character to stay alive, thank you. But anything short of that is fair game. And yes, someone can throw a bucket of water on her. It'll just make her mad though.
Now was the time for action. She'd played the waiting game long enough. It was time for her to make her move, to show everyone she wasn't all talk. The girl she'd kidnapped was bound and gagged. After all, she refused to listen to the girl's whining and pleas to let her go. Elphaba hadn't really caught the girl's name. All she saw was that wretched farmgirl whose house had killed Nessa, and that was all she needed. The witch had flown off the handle again when she'd seen the girl. In her current state, the girl was close enough to actually being Dorothy Gale that she in fact called her Dorothy from time to time. Though until now, she'd rarely spoken to the girl aside from telling her to be quiet. But now, that was about to change.
Elphaba walked over to where the girl sat and she stared at her for a moment, watching the girl recoil a bit, as though she expected to be hit or chastised. "Are you afraid of me? Well you should be. You're going to get my point across to everyone." Elphaba smirked a bit, but it was by no means a friendly smirk. It was cold and cruel. The girl felt terror grip her heart as the green-skinned woman stood before her, seemingly lotting her death. "I've been debating just what message to send with you. Whether I should kill you in some way befitting you, or just simply torture you and drop you somewhere." Again, the girl recoiled, trying to pull herself as far away from the witch as possible.
"Dorothy. No, I shouldn't call you by a name because you aren't worth that. You're just a wretched little farmgirl who's a thief and a murderer." In her mind, this girl was Dorothy. She'd been brought to this world before she could exact her revenge on Dorothy properly, so now this poor innocent girl was going to bear the brunt of Elphaba's cold rage. And what Elphaba was about to do was completely inhumane, but she was far from caring right then. "I had been thinking about turning you into a scarecrow then setting you on fire, but where would the fun in that be? You'd burn far too quickly, so you'll stay as you are. And I'll burn parts of you slowly." The girl let out a shriek and started to cry, though the sounds were muffled by the gag in her mouth. Elphaba chuckled coldly. In having studied various other kinds of magic since being here, it really hadn't taken long for Elphaba to write a spell of her own. She wrote one that could conjure fire, and she'd tested it earlier, as the scorch marks on one of the walls gave evidence of. Elphaba found she really liked fire, but she was going to use it far more efficiently than her movie counterpart had.
Stepping closer to the girl and kneeling down, Elphaba held out her left hand and chanted the spell. Fire gathered in her hand, and she then pressed it against the girl's arm, eliciting a muffled scream from her. After a few seconds, she pulled her hand away, the fire dissipating from her hand. "This is what it feels like to lose the people you love. It's like someone burning you alive from the inside out. With each person you lose, you lose another piece of your very soul until it finally just drives you over the edge. That's what happened to me, you see. It started with my mother. She died when I was barely old enough to remember her. My bastard of a father never loved me. Turns out I wasn't even his daughter. Well, he started me on the path to becoming who I am now. There are so many things I wish I could do to him as repayment for my childhood, but he had to go and die of fucking shame before I could." Elphaba's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. She chanted the spell again and pressed the fire against the same part of the girl's arm. Again, the girl screamed and her body jerked in reflex. This time, Elphaba kept the fire pressed to the girl's skin for nearly half a minute before she pulled her hand away. The smell of burnt flesh filled her nostrils, and for a moment she gagged before she shook her head and took a breath through her mouth.
"That's where it all began, really. Frexspar always favored Nessa over me. He treated her like a princess, and treated me like I was a slave. He'd hit me when I used magic, which was always on accident because I couldn't exactly control it, I didn't know how. So instead of doing what normal people would do and find me a magic tutor, he'd hit me and lock me away in a closet when I used magic. He always was a righteous bastard" Elphaba clenched her teeth, chanted the spell and burned another part of the girl's arm. "Sending me to Shiz University was the best thing he ever did. I actually learned about magic and started learning how to control my magical outbursts." Her thoughts turned to the other things that happened at Shiz, such as meeting Galinda and Fiyero but she quickly shook them from her head. She didn't need to think about them right now, they would only distract her from her accomplishing her goal. "Which brings us to the part of the show where Madame Morrible becomes a prime player in the commotion that is my life. She was my magic tutor, taking me as a student when she saw my potential. But she's a bitch and master manipulator. The whole time she was using me. I didn't see it until it was too late." Elphaba burned a spot on the girl's other arm. "The Wizard requested an audience with me. I was so excited to meet him. I'd looked up to him all my life, and along with the rest of Oz, I believed him to be great and powerful. But the truth is, he's a sad, pathetic little wretch of a man who has no real power. He's a charlatan, and I couldn't believe someone like him had projected a completely different persona to the whole of Oz. He lied to everyone, but he didn't care. He just wanted me to read a spell from the Grimmerie because he couldn't read it. And neither could Morrible, aside from a couple spells. But I was able to read it. I wish I'd never set eyes on that damned book." She burned another spot on the same arm.
"Oh, and apparently that horrible little man is my real father. I feel physically ill just thinking about it. Though I guess I know where my skin color comes from now." Elphaba shuddered, hating the thought the she was even related to the Wizard. This time, she wrapped her hand around the girl's neck and burnt it quite badly. "The Wizard and Madame Morrible painted me out to be a wicked witch when I refused to help them. I wasn't going to stand by and just turn a blind eye to the things they were doing! They were the ones responsible for the evil in Oz, and I wasn't going to help them continue. That is what got me branded a wicked witch, making a stand for what was right. But the title didn't bother me, I knew I was doing what was right." She burned a spot on the girl's stomach through her shirt. "But then after five years of running and hiding and fighting, I finally went back to my sister to ask for help, but she had the audacity to say that I'd never done anything to save her, to throw everything I'd ever done for her back in my face. She ended up casting a spell, trying to get her beloved to stay with her, but it only shrunk his heart. So, I turned him into a man made of tin just to save his life." Elphaba looked at the girl, pausing in her story for a few moments to consider the girl. She then changed the spell slightly, and when she next chanted it, the girl's whole right arm went up in flames for twenty seconds before it died out.
"Then there was a cyclone that dropped your damned farmhouse on my sister. I know now that Madame Morrible was the one that conjured the cyclone in the first place, but it was still your house that fell on my sister! You're the one that killed my sister!!" In her mad rage, Elphaba was projecting Dorothy onto the poor girl who was truthfully drifting between passing out and being conscious, though now the girl was mostly unconscious. "It's your fault!!" With that, Elphaba cast the spell again, this time the fire consumed the girl's entire body, except her head, and burned it. The girl passed out and stayed unconscious. Elphaba stood there, glaring at the girl's motionless body. It was clear why she'd burned the girl's entire body except for her face; she wanted those that knew her to know why she did and also that it had been her that had done it. The police wouldn't connect the dots, at least not as quickly as those that knew her would.
"Well, now it's time for you to get dropped off, and everyone will know that I'm not playing around. You should be glad I didn't kill you, though I'm sure if you wake up, you'll wish I had." Elphaba went and grabbed her broom, then came back and picked the girl up, holding her a little awkwardly in one arm. She moved to the open window and took to the sky. She made her way to the outskirts of Kansas City, where she found a good spot to dump the girl and not be seen. It may take an hour or so, but someone would eventually find the girl. Elphaba didn't exactly care if she lived or died. All she needed was the girl's picture and what had happened to her to make it to everyone in Lawrence.
Elphaba flew back to the abandoned building she'd just come from. Soon the witch hunters would be out looking for her. She would be safe for the meantime. Unless the other witches tried a tracking spell, in which case she'd have to prepare to be hunted down sooner rather than later. "Well, bring it on. It's not like I haven't dealt with witch hunters and angry mobs before." There might just be a final showdown, and somewhere deep inside, Elphaba sort of hoped someone would succeed in killing her. That way she'd never have to face anyone ever again. But the larger part of her was ready to fight. She wasn't going to go down easily, and water wouldn't hurt her, so it was time for the wicked witch to make her stand. One way or the other, she wasn't going back to the way she had been before. She was wicked, what she'd just done had proved it. She'd be damned before trying to be good again.
In all reality, while Elphaba appeared to the outside world as being mentally unstable and psychotic, inwardly she was hurting so bad. Lucifer had hit on her weakest points, driving a stake deep into each one. She'd simply snapped under the pressure and found it easier to be the wicked witch than try to even talk to someone about what she'd dreamed about. Perhaps those who knew her the best would recognize that her rage was just a cover for the inner pain. After all, she'd done the very same thing before in Oz. Of course though, Galinda and Fiyero weren't from a time when they knew that. Well, Fiyero was from the same time Elphaba was, but he hadn't born witness to her losing her mind when she'd believed he was dead. And Galinda had seen Wicked, but whether the blonde actually understood Elphaba's moods was another matter. Sure, the blonde had come to understand them at Shiz, but the Galinda in this world had never known the darker Elphaba, the one that truly was the wicked witch. Elphaba was fairly certain that no one could save her, and truth be told, she didn't exactly want to be saved.