I'm Not Wicked

Part Twenty Five

*Fifteen years ago in the land of Oz...

A woman with blonde hair sat stressed at a pink and gold desk. She was wearing a blue gown that was a bit scrapped with dirt, her head hung low as it rested in her hands; she was crying.

A sudden nock was heard at the door, but the woman didn't bother to try and muffle her cry's, "Please, go away."

"Glinda, it's me," A voice said from the other side of the door, firm and heartless.

"That doesn't change my mind!" Glinda wailed, tears falling faster.

The man ignored her, opening her foolishly unlocked door. The man, actually, wasn't a man at all, but a tin figure; almost like a mockery of a real human.

He shut the door behind him and walked over to Glinda.

"You can't do anything to change this, King Adam has given an order; they where found by his soldiers-"

"I found them, Boq! It isn't fair, she did nothing wrong and you know it!" Glinda shouted through tears.

Boq's face stiffened-if that's even possible. He looked to make sure no one was coming, than moved closer to Glinda so only she could hear his hurtful words.

"Elphaba doomed herself, and Fiyero joined her when he took her side." He stated firmly, anger being the only emotion he could muster.

"Elphaba would never hurt anyone, she did what she believes to be right." Glinda tried to argue, more strength beginning to grow in her voice.

"Glinda, look at me!" Boq yelled, not caring who heard him as he leaned back and put out his arms, "She did this to me! She gave those monkeys wings! She turned Fiyero into a scarecrow and made him unrecognizable! Look around, she's trouble, wicked-"

"Don't you dare call her that!" Glinda shrieked, jumping up to her feet and pointing an accusatory finger at Boq.

Ruined makeup was in streams down her face, her eyes puffy and her hair in need of a wash and brush.

"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for her! Fiyero wouldn't be here if it weren't for her! Elphaba is not wicked, you're the wicked one, Boq!" Glinda yelled louder as she went on, pointing in his tin face.

Without another word she ran out of the room, not caring who saw her in this terrible state. She had to see Elphie and Fiyero, there had to be something she could do.

She finally reached where Elphaba was being held, away from Fiyero and their couple month old daughter.

She spotted Elphaba quickly and started to run over to her, but confusion made her stop short as she heard her talking to someone.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't be down here, where are your parents?" Elphaba spoke softly, she was trying to hide it but Glinda could hear the fear and worry in her voice.

Elphaba was crouched down at the thick cell bars, looking at a very small figure.

"Mommy is crying. She worry about you." A week voice said, not exactly forming a proper sentence.

Elphaba's face twisted in surprise.

"Gabriela?!" Glinda cried out, recognizing her one year olds voice.