Post by Fabala Destler on Mar 4, 2005 13:39:13 GMT -5
TITLE: No Good Dead
AUTHOR: Sylvia Profit
DISTRIBUTION: If you want to put this somewhere else email me first.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters.
RATING: PG - 13
SUMMARY: Elphaba’s thoughts during “No Good Dead”
COUPLES: Elphaba and Fiyero
Alright, I know, this is totally un-original but I thought Elphaba thought more then what she sang so I feel the need to write them down. This is a song-fic (kinda) and it’s a one shot. This is my first official 'Wicked' Fiction. I'm better at Phantom of the Opera. If you want any of that then...IM me...here goes...
“Fiyero!!”
The witch cried out and threw herself to the ground, her book open in her hands. She began to search for a spell, any spell that could stop her lover from dying.
She began to chant, lost in her own daze.
…please…work…
…these words…these damned words…they make no sense...
With a frustrated cry she threw the grimmerie away from her.
…this is all my doing…
She would not let herself cry. She could not do it. The tears burned her so.
…Fiyero, my love…why can’t anything I do go right…
The tears came upon her in waves and it burned like fire. She could not stop them.
…my sister…that damned house…
…doctor Dillamond…that horrid grimmitok…
…my darling Fiyero…he saved me…for what...
She looked into the night sky, she called the name of her lover. What did she care if they found her now. She had no reason for living.
“Fiyero!”
…why did he do it…is there some grand purpose for my wickedness…
She stood, tearing at her hair.
…never again…never again will I attempt to make good…
She beckoned her broom to her and rose up into the trees.
In a split second the grimmerie was in her hand, she would get her sister’s shoes back. She would do what she had to. If that meant killing Dorothy, then so be it. She would have the Ruby Slippers and she would disappear. Never again would she be tempted to do good.
AUTHOR: Sylvia Profit
DISTRIBUTION: If you want to put this somewhere else email me first.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters.
RATING: PG - 13
SUMMARY: Elphaba’s thoughts during “No Good Dead”
COUPLES: Elphaba and Fiyero
Alright, I know, this is totally un-original but I thought Elphaba thought more then what she sang so I feel the need to write them down. This is a song-fic (kinda) and it’s a one shot. This is my first official 'Wicked' Fiction. I'm better at Phantom of the Opera. If you want any of that then...IM me...here goes...
No Good Dead
“Fiyero!!”
The witch cried out and threw herself to the ground, her book open in her hands. She began to search for a spell, any spell that could stop her lover from dying.
‘Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen’
She began to chant, lost in her own daze.
…please…work…
‘Let his flesh not be torn, let his blood leave no stain. Though they beat him, let him feel no pain. Let his bones never break, and however they try to destroy him let him never die…let him never die…’
…these words…these damned words…they make no sense...
‘Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen nahmen Ah tum ah tum eleka…eleka…’
With a frustrated cry she threw the grimmerie away from her.
‘What good is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading! I don't even know which trick I ought to try! Fiyero, where are you? Already dead, or bleeding? One more disaster I can add to my generous supply?’
…this is all my doing…
‘Unlimited, the damage is unlimited. To everyone I've tried to help or tried to love. And, oh, Fiyero, you're the latest victim of my greatest achievement in a long career of distress. Every time I could, I tried making good. And what I made was a mess!’
She would not let herself cry. She could not do it. The tears burned her so.
…Fiyero, my love…why can’t anything I do go right…
‘No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented. No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed. My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead. No good deed goes unpunished!’
The tears came upon her in waves and it burned like fire. She could not stop them.
…my sister…that damned house…
‘Nessa…’
…doctor Dillamond…that horrid grimmitok…
‘Doctor Dillamond…’
…my darling Fiyero…he saved me…for what...
‘Fiyero…’
She looked into the night sky, she called the name of her lover. What did she care if they found her now. She had no reason for living.
“Fiyero!”
…why did he do it…is there some grand purpose for my wickedness…
‘One question haunts and hurts, too much, too much to mention: “Was I really seeking good, or just seeking attention?” Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye? If that's all good deeds are maybe that's the reason why…’
She stood, tearing at her hair.
‘No good deed goes unpunished! All helpful urges should be circumvented. No good deed goes unpunished! Sure, I meant well - Well, look at what well-meant did!’
…never again…never again will I attempt to make good…
‘All right, enough - so be it, so be it, then…’
She beckoned her broom to her and rose up into the trees.
‘Let all Oz be agreed I'm wicked through and through. Since I can not succeed Fiyero, saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again! Ever again! No good deed will I do again!’
In a split second the grimmerie was in her hand, she would get her sister’s shoes back. She would do what she had to. If that meant killing Dorothy, then so be it. She would have the Ruby Slippers and she would disappear. Never again would she be tempted to do good.
~End~
