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"Well, my dear, I haven't got all day," Madame Morrible faked a yawn, revealing a set of chipped, yellowing teeth, "Make your choice, or I shall be forced to reconsider my generous offer."
Generous offer? Nessa could feel herself trembling with a raw surge of emotion- was it anger? Or Fear? How she wanted to scream in this hag's face, yell that she was in no way going to take her ridiculous offer, and maybe give her some advice on where to stick it. Yet... her fingers brushed against the soft velvet of his blazer.
"There's a ball that's being staged, announcing Glinda is engaged, to Fiyero," his face more animated than she'd seen in quite a while, hope swirling in the depths of his brown eyes, "And I've got to go tell her of my feelings; please Nessa."
If she had been less selfish, he would have been well on his way to the castle now, flushed with joy at his new found freedom and eager to start afresh. He would have been alive. And perhaps she had been too presumptuous, for she could see it now, him and Glinda waving to the crowds as they linked hands. The golden couple of Oz. They would have had it all.
He would have been happy.
And she had robbed him of his chance, his life with a swipe of a monstrous claw, for it was true, she was as wicked as her sister. Oh Boq, what had she done? Could it be her love was as poisonous as her father's, smothering and choking, what she had always feared?
"Yes..." the whisper issued from her lips before she could hesitate further, "Please... Just save him..."
Morrible wasted no further effort in conversation, flashing a truly sinister smile before furrowing her brow as she began to chant furiously, her words often slurred and difficult to decipher, her eyes flashing as a thunderstorm crackled above.
How did a thunderstorm get inside? It mattered not now, for a sudden wave of dizziniess hit Nessa, and she fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Images of Morrible with her hands raised above her head swam before her eyes, multiplying along with that terrible slew of words, a steady rhythm against the now numbered beats of Nessa's heart.
And that was when the pain started.
Agony made her scream at the top of her lungs, it felt as though her heart had contracted too much, and someone was at the same time plunging their fingers into her chest and ripping it out. Trying to gulp in air, she wheezed and writhed on the floor, all while Morrible watched impassively. Tears of pain fell quickly from her eyes, and her hands flew up to her heart, perhaps hoping to prevent the inevitable end. The excruciating pain spread like wildfire through her body, and she could feel her life being extracted from her, seeping out like blood would if she had been stabbed.
It seemed like centuries before the pain began to subside. Her heart was still shrinking, but a feeling of numbness had encompassed it, as though she was too tired to fight. Dark spots tore at her vision, and through a dream-like haze she could hear a pause in the chanting.
"Where am I? Who are you?" relief coursed through her veins, it had worked! Surely her sacrifice was worth it now, "Who is she?"
"Ah, Boq!" Morrible's voice suddenly contorted into a sickly sweet one, "I was thinking you would never wake again! How worried I was for you! That, that thing on the floor, was the Wicked Witch of The East, that disgusting creature! She and her sister kidnapped you and were holding you hostage in exchange for information! Dear Boq, you are a prized subject of the Wizard after all, so we worked tirelessly to rescue you. In fact, as I came you were on the brink of death, and luckily I managed to catch one of them. Her sister, the Wicked Witch of the West unfortunately escaped, but you need not worry; she can't evade us forever."
"Is that what happened?" he appeared confused, and for a moment she felt a small flicker of hope. Darkness was approaching rapidly, she could not reach out and hold him as much as she desired to, "She seems familiar. Almost as if… I knew her somehow."
"You must still be in shock, you poor, poor thing," Morrible cooed, before her next words turned her voice razor sharp, "Do not care about her corpse; remember, no one mourns the Wicked."
Their footsteps receded into the distance, his unsure ones lingering at the doorway.
All Nessa wanted was to see his face once more, she was losing strength as he was gaining it. Pushing against the tide of drowsiness, she croaked, "Boq..."
Only he did not hear, and the slamming of the castle door was proof that he had gone. There was no point in clinging onto her sorry existence anymore, and Nessa let herself be dragged away by an invisible current, the cavity that once held her heart now hollow.
"NESSA!" the Wicked Witch of the West howled as she pushed herself away from her confused lover. She could hear the screams of her dearest sister amongst the fierce gusts of wind, and she could feel the echoes of a fading agony. She had to go save her, save her at once.