The Adventures of Dorothy and Elphaba

By: Sorry to Burst Your Bubble

Disclaimer: I do not own wicked.

Chapter 17

Dorothy was now in prison they had dragged her down below where it was very, very dark; darker than the tower they had first put her in. The room was also very damp this included all the prison cells put together. The leader tossed something between the bars and said with his voice booming: "Deal with it with kid! I have other things to attend," She heard the door slam and she was glad to be alone; away from them those minions how cruel. She would find a way out she promised herself that plus she would not cry, she would be brave, loving and strong like Elphaba.

Dorothy got on her hands and knees and fumbled around for the things left in her possession she found a smooth, skinny cylinder-type thing, and she immediately thought candle and match. Now she just had to find the match "ah ha!" She thought, as she picked up the match, and very carefully swiped it. Dorothy touched the orange flame to the wick of the candle, and finally, she had light. The girl who suddenly felt so small investigated her surrounding's: there were cracks in the stone walls that surrounded her, but, they weren't big enough for her to break through with just her fist. There was also a small window too high above her head to get to. She looked out between the bars, and that's when she saw it: "A broom!" She thought, silently formulating a plan. If she could her hands on that broom she could fly out the window, but it was too far away.

Morrible called her minions into the throne room: "Make sure the brat gets her whipping tomorrow! If you can't do it properly or if she is too stubborn I'll handle it, is that clear?" She asked.

They nodded; black cloaks flowing around their bodies: Yes, Mistress!" Was the response.

"Good!" The Mistress said as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand.

Dorothy said a prayer and fell asleep. The next morning there was a tiny ray of sunlight streaming through the window. A bowl of food was left for her to eat but, she refused to eat: the liquefied mush. She groaned; a disgusted look on her face as she kicked the bowl, and it wobbled onto its side.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Moments later a man stood on the opposite side of the iron bars that held her hostage. Dorothy immediately recognized him as the leader of the minions. The one that always talked to her in that unpleasant manner; she loathed to her very core. After, all that was no way to talk to a lady her age.

The leader noted that Dorothy's eyes were blazing with fury, a scowl on her face. To make her stance complete; her knees were to her chest and arms wrapped around them. Ignoring her he spoke: "Are you ready to tell us where the shoes are, brat? Because if you don't tell there will be," he paused for a more dramatic effect, "Serious consequences!" his voice sinister on the last note.

"I am not telling you anything!" Dorothy snapped, as she stood.

"Very well then, have it your way!" He replied as he unlocked Dorothy's cell.

The leader stepped forward but, that was his mistake she punched him in the jaw: "You know, I really hate it when people call me brat! But I guess it's a nickname well-deserved because I just scored a point!" She said, with a smirk.

He was taken aback and was holding his jaw even though there wasn't a trace of blood to be seen. While he was recomposing himself Dorothy seized the opportunity to grab the broom. She grabbed a hold of and whirled around to find him. The leader gripped onto the top of the handle and they played tug-of-war for a while. Dorothy's hand slipped and he yanked it out of her grasp; guided her over to the wall and began to beat her bottom.

"Tell me where the shoes are!" He demanded. Her palms flat against the wall, her head in between her arms and her braids dangling in her face.

Through clenched teeth, she said: "Never!" He hit her again harder this time but, the reply remained the same. Dorothy was fed up with this, and she would have no

more of it. She straightened up and kicked him where it hurts, he doubled over in pain.

Dorothy picked up the broom put it under her arm. Then with her other hand gripped his cloak drag him back to her cell. She crouched down to examine his pocket for the key. He still had a pained look on his face. She stroked his cheek: "Oh! Come on it didn't hurt that bad now, did it?" A wave of compassion came over her: "I didn't mean to do that honestly!"

At last Dorothy had found the key; her right fist clenched tightly around the tiny golden piece. The leader grabbed her wrist but, she smacked him with her left hand. Once again he was holding his jaw.

Dorothy made sure the door was locked before sticking her head between the iron bars, and silently waving goodbye. She slipped the key into her apron pocket still holding onto the broom. She ran up the stone steps, and finally reached the top of the stairs. She was out of breath, and she hadn't planned this far ahead.

"Shoot I could have grabbed his cloak from him!" She thought, disappointed in herself. "It's okay Dorothy you made it this far! You may not be like Elphaba but, you've certainly pulled something off. She would be impressed to no end!" Dorothy reassured herself.

She crouched down examining her surroundings there were minions on guard in the hallway that the staircase had led to. They were guarding a large double door in the middle of the hallway on the right. "Don't breathe," the young girl reminded herself. She slowed her breathing so it was quiet, and shallow and then darted down the hall and turned to her right.

Dorothy made it to the end of the next hallway when she realized there were more of them. The cloaked figures seemed alert: "Oh no!" She thought. Indeed they had realized she had escaped because the leader was out and about. She was almost free of the big open space and ready to turn down her next hallway. When she bumped into something or someone.

"Have a nice venture around the block did we now?" Dorothy backed up to see who she bumped into a look of shock on her face. When she realized that Morrible was standing right in front of her.

"Don't look so surprised dear I know all about your plan for escape! But it ends here," Morrible said, with a wicked smile.

Dorothy shook her head: "No, it doesn't!" The young girl replied, thrusting the broom out in front of her; they began to circle in slow-motion.

"And just what do you think you're going to do with that?" Morrible questioned with a snicker.

"Fly!" At this Morrible shook her head.

"If you knew Elphaba well enough, girl, you would know that she had to enchant her broom to make it fly! And the only way to make it fly would be to use a spell from the Grimmere. Which you don't have, do you?"

Suddenly Nessarose collapsed to her knees when the hug loosened.

"Nessa!" Elphaba said, as she caught her sister, and sat by her on the floor. "What's wrong?"

"It's Dorothy! She's going to try to fly," Explained Nessarose. Elphaba looked confused and Nessarose spoke up again: "The shoes since she has worn them they connect her to me!"

"She can't fly, "Elphaba said, and everyone looked at her. "I mean, whatever broom she's trying to use, isn't enchanted!

Nessarose's face went blank: "Well it's too late now! Morrible just threw sleeping gas in her face," the youngest frowned.

" Drat!" Elphaba said. She hated going back to square one especially since Dorothy surprised her. Nessa smiled when she saw a smile creep on Elphaba's face. The green woman looked at her sister and said: "It's never too late, Nessa! Operation dream sequence here we come!"