Sorry for the update wait. I wanted to get this chapter really good. Well, I hope you like it. I know I couldn’t wait to write and post it. :D Greengirl16

The dark figure slowly walked into the room. Elphaba held her breath in fear of being heard. Was this what her life was going to be like now? Always living day to day in fear of someone learning her secret.

Elphaba squinted at the figure to try and make out the figure. It didn’t look like anyone she knew. Who the hell are you she thought and what are you doing here, she thought.

Suddenly something clicked in her brain and she recognized the dark mysterious figure, which had almost reached the center of the room.

“The Scarecrow,” she whispered under her breath so quietly she could barely hear what she had said. The scarecrow sat down in the middle of the room.

What is the scarecrow doing here, she thought. What a jerk! He had wanted her dead and now he came back?! What for?! Did he forget his brain? She laughed to herself.

She was so enraged a dagger appeared in her hand. Hmmm…she thought glancing down at her weapon, my magic works in mysterious ways.

Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She spun around and glanced down. There stood a rat sniffing her foot. She shooed it away and turned back around, accidentally bumping her elbow on the bookcase.

THUD! The noise echoed through the room. Shit, she thought!

The scarecrow jolted and scanned the room looking for the source of the sound.

Elphaba glanced down at the dagger she was holding. She had to act quickly or she would surely be found.

If he found her before she acted she would be hopeless and most likely tied up, brought to the Emerald City, and shortly afterwards killed. For good this time…

Now is your chance, she thought as he was turned around. She leapt out from behind the bookcase. “What do you want,” she shrieked.

The now standing scarecrow spun around. He now faced her and looked her directly in the eyes.

“I said what do you want,” Elphaba shrieked again.

Even though the scarecrow wasn’t standing close to her he could see the burning flames in her eyes. For the first time she actually looked wicked, but he knew it was only because she was afraid.

“What seeing my “melted” body once not enough for you,” Elphaba questioned. “How were the parties held for my death? Did you have fun? Okay! Fine! Don’t talk! I hope you had fun.”

“You made a mistake coming back here. I am going to get rid of you once and for all this time.”

She pulled her dagger, which she had put in her pocket. She slowly walked towards the scarecrow with the dagger clutched in her hand so tightly she was shaking.

“Where‘s the bratty farm girl now,” she questioned with a smirk, getting even closer.

She reached the scarecrow, who was standing petrified with fear.

She wouldn’t kill me would she, he thought.

She stood looking him eye to eye. “By the time the brat and the rest of her crew find you, it will be too late,” she spat. She’ll show Dorothy not to mess with her.

“Any last words straw man,” Elphaba sneered raising the dagger, preparing for the kill.

“I love you, Fae,” the scarecrow mumbled, closing his eyes and waiting for his fate.

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