A/N: So, this is in honor of my seeing Wicked in London recently. Yay! Anyway, I thought of this on the way back to my hotel and then thought I could make a series of oneshots beyond this one. Original, I know. Anyhow, this is the first one that I thought up. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!

And just so anyone who reads knows, these will mostly be musical based. I may make some references to the book and I'll certainly mention the original Wizard of Oz but mostly it will be musicalness.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. I would be so happy with myself for making such a wonderful musical though.

Ugly

The sky darkened around the lonely castle of Kiamo Ko as flying Monkeys flooded the skies. A lone, green dot encouraged them, cackling into the wind and her cape billowing around her. Elphaba Thropp, more commonly known as the Wicked Witch of the West, had sent her companions to fetch her slippers at last.

"At last! At last!" she screeched as the last Monkey disappeared into the black sky. The Witch turned and retreated back into the cold castle and she laughed once more to herself. "At last I'll have her!"

The Witch stomped down a long flight of stairs as her wicked smile grew. The stairs soon melted into a large doorway and the green girl threw herself into a large, round room. In the center was her large crystal ball and she swept eagerly towards it.

Before she reached it however, Chistery jumped down from his high seat and landed neatly in front of his mistress, sharing in her joy. His teeth pulled back from his lips as he hopped up and down, wings flapping, and he emitted the high-pitched screeches in an imitation of the Witch's laughter.

"Chistery," the Witch scolded, a frown marring her previous expression of insane joy. "You really must try to speak more! If you don't you'll lose the talent entirely!" The Monkey just grinned up at her stupidly but made no noise at all this time. The Witch was too distracted to notice or continue scolding him though and instead strode over to her window to the world. Her crystal ball.

"Oh the moment is so close!" she cried, glancing into it and beginning to pace when she couldn't stand to watch the ball anymore. All it showed her was her Monkeys flying closer and closer to where the scoundrels must be. It was nerve wracking. "I'll have those shoes at last!"

Elphaba nearly forgot why the shoes were so important in the first place. Really, they were just shoes. She knew that she had wanted them to remember her sister by but there were other things she could find. She could go back to her old house and take something from there if she really wanted. Elphaba knew that the Munchkins were too afraid to even go near enough to the house to burn or destroy it. The shoes weren't so important. Not really worth all the trouble.

So why was she continuing in this madness? Elphaba preferred not to know the answer.

"I shall have to make myself presentable for the brat," the Witch cackled sarcastically, causing Chistery to hoot once more in delight. She hadn't the right mind to scold him anymore. "Hand me a mirror Chistery!" The Monkey complied and scampered away to find the only mirror in the castle.

It was an old hand mirror that had been in the room Elphaba occupied. She had found it just after the death of Fiyero, something Elphaba would rather not relive, when she came to live in Kiamo Ko under Fiyero's last instruction. It was rather small and old but Chistery felt that it would be good enough. He brought it to her promptly, wings flapping a little in his unexplained joy.

"There we are," the Witch cooed and brought the mirror to her face. "Wouldn't want her to be frightened by my bed head would I?" But as the Witch's eyes swept to the reflection in the mirror she froze, eyes widening in horror.

Elphaba always thought she was ugly. To her it was as natural as breathing to think this. But now when she looked into the mirror she realized what ugliness truly was. Before, yes she had been green and she had been different from the others. But it was never like this.

Elphaba's face was contorted and twisted in her growing inner madness, concealing her wild grief. It was a hard mask that was forced into a sneer at all times and it was malicious and cold. Her teeth seemed to nearly be jagged and terrifying and it appeared that a repulsive wart was forming on her chin. Her skin was even harsher in its green glow, if that was possible, and now she realized that before it had at least been soft and clean. Her face was filled with lines and shadows that really had no business being there. She was still young! Why did she look so old?

But what terrified Elphaba the most were her eyes. They were hard and dead… as if all life had been sucked from her very soul. Emotion had not shone in them for oh so long. Tears had not leaked from them and they haven't shone with joy. It was as if Elphaba had nothing left to feel.

She brought a withered hand to her lips and closed her eyes, not able to bear the sight of them anymore. Her heart lurched deep inside of her, something that had not happened for some time. The feeling startled Elphaba. She nearly thought that she was like Boq and didn't even have a heart.

Fiyero. Glinda. Nessa. Father…

The face in the mirror had been the face of insanity. Elphaba knew now that she was going mad up in the high, cold towers of Kiamo Ko. And there was nothing she could do about it.

The Witch's eyes flashed back open and her hands slammed the mirror down.

Back to business.

A/N: So… pretty short and kinda weird but fairly pleased with it. Please review:D