Sister Rivalry (Fanfic)

       “Nessa?” Elphaba said in wonder.  “But– but you died . . .”
       The cloud cackled maliciously.  “Did you not think I had power, too?  I AM the Wicked Witch of the East, after all!  I had a part of my soul transferred to these slippers if anything happened to me prematurely.  And don’t you know–I performed the spell just in time!!  For not an hour after I finished, a HOUSE dropped on me!”
       “Nessa, listen to me,” Elphaba tried to say.  “It wasn’t my fault . . .  Morrible and the Wizard–“
       “Don’t pawn this off on petty theives with rich reputations!  It was your fault!  You ran off and were never there!  You missed my coronation, you missed everything!  You abandoned me after you got in the Wizard’s good graces.”
       “No!  I would never abandon you!  Nessa, things happened that I wasn’t able to tell you about!  And besides,” Elphaba’s face contorted in anger, “what about you?!  You blamed me for Boq being tunred to tin!”
       “It was your fault!  You performed the spell!”
       “Yeah, because you were too jealous and petty to let him go after you found out he never loved you!  You wanted him to love you, you wanted to steal his heart but instead, you shrank it!  You almost killed him!”
       “No!  Boq was mine!  And you ruined him!”
       “Um . . . Nessa?”  Dorothy stepped forward.  ‘If there was a spell on those slippers, then why didn’t it affect me?  I mean, I wore them, too.”
       “You?!  You wore my slippers?!  You infernal wench!”
       “Why wouldn’t they affect her?” Fiyero demanded.
       Nessa’s spirit regarded him callously.  She didn’t seem to recognize him.  “Why should it affect a purely human girl?  Stay out of this, Scarecrow.  And you, too, you little killer.  The same to you, Glinda the Good-for-Nothing.  This is between me and my sister.”
       “Nessa, what have you done to these slippers?” Elphaba wanted to know.  “What have you done to me?”
       “Oh, worry not, dear sister.  You’re just going to live out your life the same way I had to.  But believe me, you’ll be needing that chair you were sitting in!”  The smoke witch began to laugh as she dissipated.  Minutes later, the last of her cackles echoed off the walls and once again, everything was silent.
       “What did she mean the same way she had to?” Glinda asked.
       Elphba looked at the chair she’d sat down in to put on the slippers.  “Nessa’s old wheelchair . . .”
       “What?” the three chorused in unison.
       “She’s crippled me with this spell . . .” Elphaba said with horrifying certainty.