Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine, I do not own anything of it.

WARNING: This story may be very dark in perspective of my usual.

Chapter 1

Dead and Gone- Prologue

Nobody in all of Oz,
No Wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!

-Defying Gravity, Wicked

Oh you tell me to hold on.
But innocence is gone
and what was right is wrong
'Cause I'm bleeding out.
If the last thing that I do
Is tobring you down
I'll bleed out for you.

-Bleeding Out, Imagine Dragons

Maybe at one point in her life, people may have described her as naïve, foolish, helpless, abnormal, and weak. She was never the one to stand out besides her irregular skin. But she hated the very thought of it, not understanding how she could've lived with herself then, a giddy school girl blind to what was set right in front of her. Had she really thought at one point people would learn to see past her exterior? Never, people automatically assumed the worst in her, calling her a Wicked Witch. So she gave them what they wanted, what they asked for. She became wicked through and through, slowly forgetting the faces of her past- including her own.

The lightening's crack filled the air followed by the sound of thunder. They each rolled after each other in the howling winds. Each time the thunder illuminated the western sky and landscape a figure may be seen weaving effortless through the sky. She landed on the wooden jaw bridge of the old castle. A smirk fell upon her lips as she performed what was a simple spell to her, but an incredible feat to any others. The wooden doors exploded and splintered through the air. As soon as she did this she was encircled by the sentries of Kiamo Ko who carefully advanced on her with spears.

She lifted a slim, lithe green hand and unknowingly to the sentries lifted the large pieces of splintered wood. Screams of pain pierced the air as the splinters penetrated their bodies like tiny needles. A few of the unfortunate were even speared with larger splinters, up to the length of the Witch's arm. Soon enough their bodies were strewn around her -all lifeless. She prodded a considerably handsome soldier with her boot and turned his face so he would've been looking at the heavens.

"Pity." She said impassively.

Elphaba ambled up the stairs to the king and queen's quarters. As soon as she appeared in the door way the sour last sentries- assigned specifically to protect them- rushed her. Two held rifles and the other two held intricately designed lances with the Vinkun Royal emblem on them. She laid her broom on the ground and flicked her wrists so they crossed. The two sentries holding the lances were flung against the wall, each other's weapons gluing them to the wall. A flicker of fear passed through the guards eyes with the rifles, but they remained loyal and trained their guns on the Witch.

They shot two identical bullets spiraled through the air. For a moment they thought this strange intrusion would be over, but what scared them was her expression. Elphaba wore a grim smile as she waited for them to come she stopped. And inch from her she stopped them and pretended to blow on them. Immediately the bullets turned around and targeted the guards. Within seconds a blossom of red spread on each of their uniforms. They crumpled to the ground, dead.

Elphaba advanced wordlessly till she was in front of the king and queen of the Vinkus. Perhaps Fiyero should've stopped gloating about his castle. It was nice, she would admit, but now she wanted it for her own purposes.

The king met her harsh gaze and the queen barely visibly trembled beside him.

"Who are you, and what do you want? You spew death in your path; you must have a reason now." He said, his deep voice echoed through the stone columns.

Elphaba smiled cruelly.

"Of course, I have a purpose in everything I do. Do you not recognize me, green skin and all? Perhaps your precious son Fiyero had mentioned me before…" She did a mock bow. "Wicked Witch… of the West." The king raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I've heard of you I just don't make rash judgments- of the West? That's new." He was challenging her, because he knew what she meant.

Elphaba snarled. "Enough! Turn over Kiamo Ko to me."

"Or what?"

"Do you want to find out?" She said in a dangerously low voice. Elphaba glowered at the king and his wife. The queen stared at her with uncertainty.

"Maybe we should…" She began but the King cut her off. "No! This castle has been passed down through our families for generations, what gives you the right to claim it?"

Silence filled the room and Elphaba picked up her broom. She shrugged.

"I want it, and I assure you I'll get it, whether you want me to or not." It was over in a millisecond, the king and queen had no time to react. Elphaba launched herself over the king; she splayed her fingers over his chest and forcefully pulled his soul from him. She felt his life slowly seep away from him, the determination in his eyes faded. The queen watched beside her in horror as her husband died.

She couldn't do anything.

Elphaba turned to her next and smiled apologetically, but mockingly. She knocked the queen down with her broom and did the same to her. She smiled manically as the light left her eyes.

Elphaba stood and disposed of the bodies. She went to the highest tower on her broom, threw back her head and cackled into the night, an appalling sound that may be heard over the snap of the thunder.

It would be a week before the letter saying his parents were dead would reach the Emerald City for Fiyero, the same week Oz was submerged into panic and fear, darkness spread over the realm as the influence of the Wicked Witch of the West became more prominent.

A year ago Elphaba Thropp had disappeared from Shiz and the Emerald City, Glinda returned without her crying. Something terrible had happened to her in that one year, Fiyero was sure of it and it had.

Glinda and Fiyero moved to the Emerald City shortly after. Glinda became the grand vizier, a job they couldn't help think belonged to their green skinned friend. Fiyero joined the Force, hoping to make his parents proud after a bad streak of failing in school. A week before he would be promoted to captain they were murdered in cold blood by none other Elphaba Thropp, the very same girl who had enchanted him from the moment he first saw her and disappeared from his life so soon after,

The pronounced Wicked Witch of the West.

Opinions and constructive criticism always appreciated. Short chapter for prologue. :)

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