Have a Nice Day

Dreaming of Nightmare's Past (Part Two)

With fire in the air, a single figure fell to the floor. It's canvas of a body was masculine and large, dressed in black from head to toe. The skin of this foul creature was a sour hue of green only belonging to one person in the world. The Wicked Witch of the West.

But this couldn't be. The hag of west Oz had been deceased for over 20 years! My father handed me over to my mother, who I tried not to hold onto too much. I knew what was coming.

My dad stepped off the stage and approached this creature, a spooky smoke covered around it. All we could see was a shadow now, crouching over like the Witch had. 

"Hello?" My father called. The square people formed a near-perfect circle around my father and the creature, all keeping a safe distance between each. "Can we help you?" 

"Indeed you can." The creature said. It was a deep voice, very masculine and low. Who or whatever it was had to be huge, towering over everyone like they were nothing but bugs in a forest. I looked away as the creature burst out of the smoke. The people gasped as they laid eyes on the creature.

Slim black jeans hugged his legs, with a loose black tunic over his bulging muscles. A dark forest-green vest went over his shoulders, all while a black fedora covered his black hair. His skin was the same green as the Wicked Witch of the West.

"Who are you, young man?" My dad asked.

"My name is irrelevant to you, but if you must know, I am Wesley." He replied. "You may recognize my mother's name. The Wicked Witch of the West."

The people gasped harder and my mom set me down, keeping my hand in hers.

"To what honor can we equip to meeting you, Wesley?" My dad asked, keeping calm. Wesley laughed under his breath.

"Honor might be your word for it, but what we call it is revenge." He replied. His smiled faded as he looked at my dad straight in the eye.

"Revenge is the path to wrong, Wesley, I hope you know what you're doing if you're here to threaten my people."

"Wrong places is where I come from, if anything I'm going home." He said.

"Death is not the greatest adventure, maybe you should be thinking about these innocent people's lives." My dad said, putting his hands out to show how many people were around them.

"And yet it is the only adventure left. These people are not innocent!" Wesley yelled. "Dorothy of Kansas must pay for what she has done to my mother!"

"Dorothy is not here." My father said.

"But her friends are." Wesley replied. He looked past my father to the stage where my mother and I were standing. "You."

"What about her?" My father asked. He was sticking well to the memory, I was surprised that he could remember so much. I clutched my mom's hand.

"You gave Dorothy my aunt's ruby red slippers, who she also killed. You said that the wizard would bring her home. The wizard sent her to kill my mother. You could have sent her home at the beginning with those shoes. But instead you tricked her into killing my mother." Wesley said.

"It was an act I will never regret. Our people are safer than ever. We are free to live without fear of the wickedness of your mother." My mom said. I squeezed her hand harder. Wesley rose into the air without a broomstick or anything, just simply levitating.

He flew over to the stage, brushing past my father. He looked at my mother before landing, then finally looking at me. He put his hands on his knees and bent down to me, though I was tall, his face was at eye level for me.