Bullseye 1/?, by thebuggy
Title: Bullseye 1/?
Rating: PG-13…for now.
Subject: So AU you’re in danger of hitting little green men.
Author: Me!
Summary: So basically, I’ve decided to come out of lurkerdom with a little story that I don’t think has been done before. In an alternate reality, Glinda the Good has become one of the foremost members of Ozian politics. On the other end of the spectrum, Elphaba Thropp has been thrust into the Rebellion, an organization who wants to, eventually, kill the Wizard. However, when the leaders of said Rebellion decide that exterminating a certain sorceress would help their cause, this leads to unexpected changes for our favourite duo.
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I try, I cannot defy gravity. Nor can I own these supercool characters. *sighsighcry*
It had been three months.
Three horrible months that had dragged on until the days blended into one eternal nightmarish kind of awful.
At least, that’s what she was telling herself, and it was painfully obvious even then that she was lying from between her pointy, sharp teeth. The dark figure hunched down, perched on the same rooftop that had been her post for the last three ‘horrible’ months. The dark, broken only by sporadic light posts on the street, and baggy clothes completely concealed whoever was gazing intensely at a window across from them.
No matter how much and how long she assured herself that she was miserable, there was nothing that could help the excitement that bubbled inside of her when the lights in that room finally flickered on. A blond walked in, resembling a creampuff more than anything, dressed in a completely pink, frilly dress. The dark figure snorted, but there was no mistaking the trademark clothes of the Wizard’s right-hand girl, Glinda the Good. Or, Galinda Upland of the Arduennas.
Or, her next target.
The figure shifted from one foot to the other anxiously, as she snapped out of her trance and remembered the real reason she was watching this blond so intensely. She sighed, watching Glinda immediately dismiss her maids and fall onto her (pink) bed, looking absolutely exhausted.
You’re not the only one, my sweet.
Realizing that she would be there at least until morning, the dark figure lost herself in her thoughts, and found herself accidentally remembering how she had wound up in this mess in the first place.
At seventeen, she had run away from her boarding school, from the people who scorned her and teased her and just…generally made her life unpleasant. At eighteen, she had joined the Rebellion, an organization whose main goal was to, eventually, kill the Wizard.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, who wasn’t so great after all.
At first, she worked as a decoy, never laying eyes on the leaders of the Rebellion, the ones who pulled on the strings. She never got her hands dirty, and lived in relative secrecy. Which was a good thing, since people didn’t generally forget about a green girl. Things changed, however, after one night. The night when things got out of control, the night when she killed somebody.
From a moment’s panic, when she had plunged a blade into a man’s chest, to the instant elation and the adrenaline rush she felt afterwards, Elphaba Thropp had found something she was good at. After so many years of being told she was a useless, ugly waste of space, she had found a single talent. She could kill people, and she could do it well.
From that day on, she was promoted into the higher ranks of the Rebellion; she was given the job of being an assassin. Three months ago, to this exact day, she was given an assignment that could skyrocket her into being the greatest assassin in the organization.
She needed to kill Glinda the Good.
At that time, it had made perfect sense. The people of Oz saw Glinda as the Wizard’s protégée, someone he was training to be the next leader of their glorious and prosperous nation. It would cast a huge shadow of doubt on the Wizards “absolute power” if his greatest pupil was suddenly killed by a rogue organization. Of course, as previously stated, that was three months ago.
Elphaba had accepted, obviously, with the knowledge that Glinda was a self-absorbed teenager with almost no talent for magic, contrary to popular belief. But after three months, she began to see another side to the pink princess. She saw how Glinda cried herself to sleep, two nights out of three. And that sometimes, after a hard day, she would prefer the touch of sharp metal to her skin, rather than the warm touch of someone else. After all those nights of crying, and sometimes laughter, Elphaba couldn’t see Glinda as just another target anymore.
She had fallen in love.
Startled out of her thoughts by the sound of soft crying, Elphaba immediately banished that train of thought from her head. No, there was no way she could be so stupid as to fall in love with a target. Nevermind that this target could make or break her career, nevermind that this target was a girl. She had never questioned her sexuality, mostly because she never thought someone could actually love the ugly, green girl. But now things were getting complicated, at the worst possible time.
The soft sobs emanating from the dark room were quickly becoming louder, and Elphaba wondered for the millionth time why someone as perfect as Glinda would cry at nightime. Of course, she herself had witnessed the weekly visits from Glinda’s mother, pressuring her daughter to get married live in comfort, being the trophy wife of some prince or another.
The night wore on, and Elphaba made no move to change her position, even when the sobs stopped and the room across from her became silent once again. She had been sitting in this exact spot when these strange feelings suddenly started to show themselves. When, during these past three months, she didn’t know, but the feelings were a testament that she felt something for the blond girl.
She had been watching Glinda for so long that she knew her routine down to the second. Very soon, all her hard work was supposed to pay off, because tomorrow was to be the “the hit”. Though she had tried to put it off, the Rebellion’s leaders were adamant. Tomorrow would be the day that one of Oz’s foremost political leaders was murdered.
All because of Elphaba.
She stood up quickly, causing pain to shoot through her cramped legs, and turned to walk across the rooftop she was perched on. Gazing out into the starry, peaceful sky, her insides were anything but calm. Her feelings for Glinda were complicated, but it wasn’t love, or so she told herself, it couldn’t be love. Elphaba could either kill the object of her “affections” and then continue working with the Rebellion, the only people who had ever accepted her. Or, she could run, let Glinda live, and be alone once again. The more favourable choice was clear.
Turning abruptly, the green girl quickly shimmied down the side of the building using a drainpipe. Tomorrow night, Glinda the Good will die. But tonight, Elphaba Thropp is drinking until she forgets that it's all her fault.
xxxxxx
A/N: I've also posted this at fanfiction.net, just to assure everyone that I didn't just steal some random person's story. (:
Rating: PG-13…for now.
Subject: So AU you’re in danger of hitting little green men.
Author: Me!
Summary: So basically, I’ve decided to come out of lurkerdom with a little story that I don’t think has been done before. In an alternate reality, Glinda the Good has become one of the foremost members of Ozian politics. On the other end of the spectrum, Elphaba Thropp has been thrust into the Rebellion, an organization who wants to, eventually, kill the Wizard. However, when the leaders of said Rebellion decide that exterminating a certain sorceress would help their cause, this leads to unexpected changes for our favourite duo.
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I try, I cannot defy gravity. Nor can I own these supercool characters. *sighsighcry*
It had been three months.
Three horrible months that had dragged on until the days blended into one eternal nightmarish kind of awful.
At least, that’s what she was telling herself, and it was painfully obvious even then that she was lying from between her pointy, sharp teeth. The dark figure hunched down, perched on the same rooftop that had been her post for the last three ‘horrible’ months. The dark, broken only by sporadic light posts on the street, and baggy clothes completely concealed whoever was gazing intensely at a window across from them.
No matter how much and how long she assured herself that she was miserable, there was nothing that could help the excitement that bubbled inside of her when the lights in that room finally flickered on. A blond walked in, resembling a creampuff more than anything, dressed in a completely pink, frilly dress. The dark figure snorted, but there was no mistaking the trademark clothes of the Wizard’s right-hand girl, Glinda the Good. Or, Galinda Upland of the Arduennas.
Or, her next target.
The figure shifted from one foot to the other anxiously, as she snapped out of her trance and remembered the real reason she was watching this blond so intensely. She sighed, watching Glinda immediately dismiss her maids and fall onto her (pink) bed, looking absolutely exhausted.
You’re not the only one, my sweet.
Realizing that she would be there at least until morning, the dark figure lost herself in her thoughts, and found herself accidentally remembering how she had wound up in this mess in the first place.
At seventeen, she had run away from her boarding school, from the people who scorned her and teased her and just…generally made her life unpleasant. At eighteen, she had joined the Rebellion, an organization whose main goal was to, eventually, kill the Wizard.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, who wasn’t so great after all.
At first, she worked as a decoy, never laying eyes on the leaders of the Rebellion, the ones who pulled on the strings. She never got her hands dirty, and lived in relative secrecy. Which was a good thing, since people didn’t generally forget about a green girl. Things changed, however, after one night. The night when things got out of control, the night when she killed somebody.
From a moment’s panic, when she had plunged a blade into a man’s chest, to the instant elation and the adrenaline rush she felt afterwards, Elphaba Thropp had found something she was good at. After so many years of being told she was a useless, ugly waste of space, she had found a single talent. She could kill people, and she could do it well.
From that day on, she was promoted into the higher ranks of the Rebellion; she was given the job of being an assassin. Three months ago, to this exact day, she was given an assignment that could skyrocket her into being the greatest assassin in the organization.
She needed to kill Glinda the Good.
At that time, it had made perfect sense. The people of Oz saw Glinda as the Wizard’s protégée, someone he was training to be the next leader of their glorious and prosperous nation. It would cast a huge shadow of doubt on the Wizards “absolute power” if his greatest pupil was suddenly killed by a rogue organization. Of course, as previously stated, that was three months ago.
Elphaba had accepted, obviously, with the knowledge that Glinda was a self-absorbed teenager with almost no talent for magic, contrary to popular belief. But after three months, she began to see another side to the pink princess. She saw how Glinda cried herself to sleep, two nights out of three. And that sometimes, after a hard day, she would prefer the touch of sharp metal to her skin, rather than the warm touch of someone else. After all those nights of crying, and sometimes laughter, Elphaba couldn’t see Glinda as just another target anymore.
She had fallen in love.
Startled out of her thoughts by the sound of soft crying, Elphaba immediately banished that train of thought from her head. No, there was no way she could be so stupid as to fall in love with a target. Nevermind that this target could make or break her career, nevermind that this target was a girl. She had never questioned her sexuality, mostly because she never thought someone could actually love the ugly, green girl. But now things were getting complicated, at the worst possible time.
The soft sobs emanating from the dark room were quickly becoming louder, and Elphaba wondered for the millionth time why someone as perfect as Glinda would cry at nightime. Of course, she herself had witnessed the weekly visits from Glinda’s mother, pressuring her daughter to get married live in comfort, being the trophy wife of some prince or another.
The night wore on, and Elphaba made no move to change her position, even when the sobs stopped and the room across from her became silent once again. She had been sitting in this exact spot when these strange feelings suddenly started to show themselves. When, during these past three months, she didn’t know, but the feelings were a testament that she felt something for the blond girl.
She had been watching Glinda for so long that she knew her routine down to the second. Very soon, all her hard work was supposed to pay off, because tomorrow was to be the “the hit”. Though she had tried to put it off, the Rebellion’s leaders were adamant. Tomorrow would be the day that one of Oz’s foremost political leaders was murdered.
All because of Elphaba.
She stood up quickly, causing pain to shoot through her cramped legs, and turned to walk across the rooftop she was perched on. Gazing out into the starry, peaceful sky, her insides were anything but calm. Her feelings for Glinda were complicated, but it wasn’t love, or so she told herself, it couldn’t be love. Elphaba could either kill the object of her “affections” and then continue working with the Rebellion, the only people who had ever accepted her. Or, she could run, let Glinda live, and be alone once again. The more favourable choice was clear.
Turning abruptly, the green girl quickly shimmied down the side of the building using a drainpipe. Tomorrow night, Glinda the Good will die. But tonight, Elphaba Thropp is drinking until she forgets that it's all her fault.
xxxxxx
A/N: I've also posted this at fanfiction.net, just to assure everyone that I didn't just steal some random person's story. (: