Hey guys! Here's our new chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Gigi or Rachel or whatever you want to call me!
Oh and a hint for reading this one. Every time you seen a line that means one girls thought is through and its showing the others now. Make sense? lol I hope so!
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Fae's voice was almost gone from screaming his name. She had cried it over and over again, praying to Oz he somehow could hear her. But her pleas were met with a maddening silence, shattering her heart into fragments of agony.
Blaise was her everything. Back at finishing school in the emerald city, their classmates had joked they wouldn't know where he stopped and she began if not for the height difference. To some, he might appear an egotistical, quick-tempered rich boy. To her, though, he was gentle sweet, kind-- in other words: perfect.
She staggered, falling into the mud. It ruined her dress, but she didn't care. Nothing was real without him. Not the cries of the Gale Force as they were destroyed in a fiery sweep. Not the loss of her golden locks or her attire in shambles. Not the fear of being without Ali. The rain began to pour harder onto her skin, but Fae wasn't there to feel it. She had retreated into the deepest corners of her mind, the one place where nothing could her or cause her pain. There she mulled over everything that had happened, not realizing she was crying.
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Ali ran, her vision blurred by the rain. Had she already passed this tree? Didn't she pass this rock a few minutes ago? It all looked the same to her now: gray. It was like the color had been sucked out of her world, and nothing but drabness remained. No more brilliantly colored sunsets, no more bright green grass in the summer, no more wildflowers that ran the gambit of the rainbow. Just the gray that seemed to encase her world, her body, her mind, and her soul.
Her foot tripped over a pile of wet leaves that had fallen from the many trees above her head, and she collapsed into the muck of leaves, mud, and rocks. She felt a rock scrape her face, but she didn't care. She felt the blood trickle down her cheek, but she didn't care. She scrambled to her feet again, her hands and feet slipping, trying to get traction. She saw and felt the leaves and dirt stuck to her clothes and skin, but she didn't bother to brush them off. She began running again, her thoughts racing as she did.
Then the tears began to blur her vision just as much as the rain. Some were tears for the deaths of the Gale Forcers and the horror she had just witnessed, others for the probable death of Blaise, and still others were tears of anger for the pain Fae had caused so many. Hadn’t she experienced enough in her time? Did she have to curse others with it? Before she even issued an order to her feet to stop running, she stood still, in the middle of a clearing. Her head turned upward, and she gazed as the gray clouds as they dumped their water to the earth. She heard a scream, a howl of pain and anger, one that had sadness buried within it. It took a moment for Ali to realize that she had made that cry. She walked over to one of the trunks of the trees she was surrounded by, and slid down into a ball.
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Amirio. In life had had caused constant blow-ups between himself and Blaise. He had turned to the Darkness; tried killing them all. In death, he tormented Ali. Fae hoped he rotted in the depths of hell along with the members of the Gale Force.
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Blaise. He was what Fae depended on, her source of strength. Yes, she may not have liked him very much, but he helped Fae be things Ali could have never imagined. His death (if he had died) would nearly kill Fae, if she did survive it at all.
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Desmona. That little witch had run off with their only hope of saving Oz. She had probably been a spy, waiting to trap them. By now she could be to the Emerald City and coughing up their whereabouts to whoever was in charge. That was probably how the Gale Force found them in the first place.
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Desmona. The night they had met her, Ali had seen a kernel of good, something that the small group could use. The morning afterwards, she had wished for nothing but death for the girl. And her wish had been granted, in a way that she still grieved over. The old quote that was told to every child, "Be careful what you wish for," came to Ali at that moment, and the tears streamed down her face faster, the sobs coming out as giant bellows of anguish.
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The Gale Force. Her cries grew louder at the thought. They had deserved their death, or so it seemed at the time. They had tortured her in unspeakable ways. For the first time in her life she had wished she wasn't beautiful. No one would ever hear the horrific stories of the day. They had cut her hair, ripped her dress . . . she couldn't continue thinking about it. It hurt too much.
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The Gale Force. The people that Fae had killed in a senseless and meaningless way. The tears on Ali’s face became hot tears of anger. Yes, they had captured her and her companions, but that didn't mean they had to die in such a cruel way! Not like that! 'I, of all people, know that,’ she thought to herself before her tears became tears of sadness again.
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Ali. She had unintentionally hurt her when she committed that terrible deed. Now, here they both were: alone. Fae felt as if she had just ruined Oz's only chance of survival. All for petty revenge.
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Fae. She had screamed at her, yelled at her. And for what? Yes, Fae had killed those men. Ali couldn't totally excuse that. But she also knew Fae didn't mean to hurt others with that. She wanted others to feel the hurt she felt over Blaise, and the torture they had done to her. Fae may not have told Ali, but she could see it in her eyes: Ali wasn’t told the whole story.
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Her mother and Aunt Elphaba. She had probably just signed their death certificates. This wasn't supposed to happen! Saving Oz was supposed to be easy! No one was supposed to get hurt. Good always conquered Evil!! Why did everyone she loved have to pay the price?
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Her mother and Aunt Glinda. Why couldn't they find them? They had the brains, they looked everywhere, and they had the clues. Then why did finding them seem so impossible? She couldn't find them alone, she had to have help. She had just lost that chance. They were supposed to find them and bring Oz back to normal! No one was supposed to get hurt! 'But so many have,' echoed at the back of her mind.
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Blaise, her sun and her moon, was gone. He had loved her through even the toughest times. He had held her when she cried, reassured her throughout this entire ordeal. He was one of the only ones who saw her for something more than the Goodness's daughter. She loved him more than she loved anyone else, and without him loving her back, life wasn't worth it anymore.
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Amirio. Ali hadn't honestly known him that long, but the loss she felt was monstrous. Their whole relationship was like that. Before Ali had been at Shiz three days, she had been classified as Amirio's girl, and that was something she relished. The touch of his hand sent shivers up her spine, his name put a smile on her face. Her memories of the two of them together, his lips gently pressed against hers, burnt strong and powerful in her mind. The memory of his saying "I love you," to her for the first time was as clear as if it were happening that minute. The vision of his body being crushed by a tree, a senseless death, was also vivid, and it just brought more anguish to her soul. 'The one man I ever loved I killed," she thought to herself, and continued sobbing, the memories she had with him running through her mind like a film on fast forward, her sobs coming out faster and harder.
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'Stay positive no matter what.' Her mother’s words came to her mind, but she shoved them away. She had been! She had smiled through everything, but look where it got her! At least her misery gave her a feeling, even if it was willingness to die.
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After the sobs and tears slowed down to a manageable pace, Ali's head turned upwards. "Why?" she screamed to the empty sky. "Why am I being dragged along on some mission I can never complete? This is WORTHLESS!" Ali stood, defiant, but with a small defeated air. "That's it," she said in a whisper, to some being that wasn't there. "I've tried, Fae's tried, Blaise tried.... Amirio tried before I killed him," she said, her last words said in an inaudible whisper.
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The darkness swirled around her, growing stronger on her emotional distress. Slowly it began to fill her head with horrible images and inserted how much easier death would be. Fae's mind accepted them passively. She had given up the will to fight anymore. The darkness could do whatever the hell with her it pleased. It didn't matter anymore.
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The darkness swirled around her, growing stronger on the despair, anger, and hatred Ali felt for herself and the world. Then, it began to plant ideas in her mind, ideas on how it would be so much easier to just give up and turn herself in. If her mother and Aunt Glinda died because of her choice, at least Ali would pay for it in prison. She'd given up on trying. Their pursuit had done nothing but hurt others and herself. Turning herself in would be easier. They could do whatever the hell they wanted to with her. It didn't matter anymore.
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This life had become unbearable. She hadn't found their mothers, she hadn't found Blaise, she had committed murder to a hundred men, caused Ali to hate her, lost the Grimmerie. No good had come of her desire to help. Nothing had come of it but more destruction. What was the point? Her feet pushed her up, inching her towards the swollen and torrent river below her. Ali was stronger than she. Her best friend could save Oz if it was still possible. Blaise was most likely dead anyway. She had no purpose. Why not join him?
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Ali trudged forward through the muck that was on the ground, her boots crushing twigs and leaves. The rain began to pound harder on her head of streaming dark hair, causing it to stick to her head and back. None of this was apparent to her. Her mind was clear of all thought, and the only movement in her body was the clunk of her feet and the breath going through her body. Nothing mattered; she didn’t care about anything other than the ending of all of this. In the back of her mind, one thought tugged at her, the thought that it wasn’t at all who Ali was. Ali wasn’t someone who would give up. She would work, despite the obstacles in her way. The darkness had taken her, and Ali didn’t care anymore. For once she could disengage from the pain that was almost a constant in her life. For once she didn’t have to feel like she had to hide from everything.
Ali continued on her long walk, until she saw the smoke rising from the campsite that Fae had burned barely an hour ago. There had to be someone who had survived, who had gone to find food or something. Someone who would be very pleased to take in one of the most dangerous people in Oz. She continued walking through the charred remains until she saw a tent that had survived the massacre, a tent hidden in the trees. Ali walked towards her fate.
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If her mother had seen her at that moment, she would have wept a thousand tears for her daughter. Fae wasn't Fae. The darkness had her heart in its hands, pushing out every last self-pitying and destructive thought it could. Somewhere inside her, the old Fae was shouting to be let out, for her not to listen to this monster. But it was silenced by the darkness ever increasing presence in the girl’s head.
The blonde girl’s feet continued shakily walking up the hill. Her body was in a trance like state. Lighting struck right next to her, but nothing was going to deter her. She (or rather the darkness) had made her decision. This was the last trouble that Fae Upland of the Emerald City would cause anyone.
The hill was high, yes, but not high enough for what she wanted to achieve. With one swift drop she wanted it all to end. No fancy ceremony, no grandeur like everything in her life had been surrounded by. She would simply disappear without a trance, her soul gone into a far better place than this land had become to her.
She raised her hand and shot herself up into the air, just as she had done before she had massacred the Gale Force. Ironic how now she was doing the same for her own death. She was giving herself the punishment she deserved: death. She had been nothing but stirring up trouble in Oz, accomplishing nothing but killing a young man and possibly prolonging the inevitable. The sky sizzled with lightning once more. It was time.
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Ali’s face turned upwards towards the churning clouds above her. “I’ve let you all down, every single one of you,” Ali said, an edge like none heard before coming into her voice. ‘Mother, Aunt Glinda, Fae, Blaise, Desmona… Amirio. This is for the best.”
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Her face turns toward the sky, the tears silently streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry Mom, and Aunt Elphaba, and Blaise, and Ali, and everyone else I've let down. This is the only way I know I won't fail you again."
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Slowly, forcefully, Ali opened the flap of the tent. A body was curled under blankets, and its head turned towards the entrance of the tent.
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She gave on last look at the river far below her, and gave a flick of the hand. She closed her eyes, and cleared her mind.
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When the face of the person under the blankets came into view, it gasped in a strange, raspy voice… one that Ali recognized.
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She felt the air pass quickly by her ears, but before it could continue for long, it stopped. Her body was jerked downward, but a strong hand grasped hers.
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The voice Ali heard broke the shell that had possessed her. “You’re… you’re here!” she gasped in disbelief, before breaking down in tears and running to his side. He couldn’t tell what was wrong with her: after all, this wasn’t like Ali. However, he reached out an arm covered in bruises and cuts to stroke her back. In the same raspy voice, he tried to calm her to quiet the sobs that racked her body. “Shh… it will be okay,” Blaise said awkwardly, trying to comfort her, even when he was in so much pain. He continued trying to soothe the girl the best he could, but on the inside of his mind he wondered where Fae was.
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She was drug back over the edge of the cliff. She looked up at the man's eyes. "You ruined everything," she said faintly, before she mercifully passed out. The figure carried her back to its camp and set her down gently on the bed. She had no wounds except for some cuts on her legs. Mud streaked her face. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her. But for now, Fiyero was going to have to wait until his niece woke up. Then he would find out everything.
Look for it posted tonight or tomorrow night, depending on when DE gets home. I also want to take this time to thank you guys, our faithful readers, so much. I've enjoyed every second of writing this, not just because I got a thrill from the story, but because I couldn't wait to see what you guys would think. I don't think we could ask for a better group of readers. Its so good to get back lol! Also, I don't want to totally give this away, but after our fan fic ends we would like to give yall a treat! If you would please send me a list of your personality traits and what character you are most like(no physical traits are needed) I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks again you guys! I missed you!
