I'm Not Wicked

Part Twenty Five

She took the tinny child in her arms, going down onto her knees, causing her dress to poof up in a big pile on the floor.

"Mommy!" The small blonde child exclaimed.

"You shouldn't be down here." Elphaba said worriedly, a grave tone in her voice.

Gabriela reached out to her with one of her small arms, covered in pink, frilly fabric.

Elphaba looked a bit confused but slowly started to reach her hand out to the young girls. Gabriela grabbed her hand without hesitation.

Elphaba looked extremely surprised by this, almost pulling her hand back through the magic restricting bars; a cage made specifically for her, by the looks of it.

"Elphaba, please, just let me explain what happened! You and Fiyero can live here, we could raise our daughters together!" Glinda pleaded, holding her young child tight in her arms.

"Glinda, you know I can't do that." Elphaba said, tears starting to appear in her eyes.

Glinda still hadn't stopped sobbing, "Elphie, please-"

"'Miss Galinda," a stronge female voice interrupted her, heals clicking as she walked into the room.

"Madam Morrible," Elphaba gasped, disbelief laced in her voice.

"What, might I ask, are you doing down here?" Madam Morrible asked Glinda.

She walked closer, standing only three feet away from her. Elphaba quickly got to her feet; Gabriela whined as she let go of her small hand, continuing to reach out for her.

Glinda also stood, holding a now slightly sniffling Gabriela, "I don't answer to you."

Madam Morrible tilted her head to the side as she raised her eyebrows, her four-head creased and her lips pursed.

Gabriela hid her face in her mothers dress, her small hand still blindly reaching for Elphaba's.

"Miss Elphaba, funny seeing you again," Madam Morrible said, finally addressing her former student.

Elphaba's face was filled with hatred as she watched the foul women move closer to her.

"I must admit, I underestimated you-you always were quite resourceful-but using a rumor to flee Oz? And tricking everyone around you for five years, I am impressed."
Madam Morrible mussed, watching her former student carefully.

"Oh, well I'm so glad to have your approval, you murder." Elphaba spat with venom, saying all but the last part with heavy sarcasm, hatred still burning in her eyes.

"Miss Elphaba, you're in no position to say such things." Madam Morrible stated, and Elphaba would never admit it, even in her own thoughts, but she knew she was right about that.

"You have no power here, and no say in this." Glinda told her firmly, keeping her head up high.

"And neither do you," Madam Morrible countered, "it's King Adams decision."