Wizard of Oz part 3- Original fic by MISTER BIG T

This acts as setting for the next part.

The Wicked Witch of West brought a glass of wine to her lips as she sat down to her throne.

Suddenly the surviving monkey flied straight in from a window.

"Your highness…" it began to gaggle before it was able to continue, "A strong warrior attacked us like he were controlled by a demon! All my brethren were killed and only I was able to escape to tell about their horrid fate!"

The witch pats the Monkey on its forehead.

"Rise up loyal servant. I'm not going to punish you for reporting to me," she said smiling gently at the Monkey. Then her smile began to fade as she added, "However... For not being able to kill him..."

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Dorothy walked next to the Scarecrow when she suddenly heard a groan of pain.

"Hold on!" she yelled as she looked at the direction of the voice.

There stood the Metallic man with his shiny steel armor. He tried to move his hand to pick up the part that came from him but he was not able to do so.

"Please help… I can't move…Without that wheel…" he groaned as he attempted to point at the small wheel.

"What should we do?" Dorothy asked from Scarecrow.

"Hahahahah! Take the wheel and run away really fast?" Scarecrow laughed before he hit the side of his head couple of times.

Dorothy walked next to the small part and raised it and walked towards the Metallic man.

"Place it into the slot and it'll find its old place soon by itself," the silver giant instructed.

Dorothy did as she was told to do and watched in amazement as the wheel really did go by itself in it's reserved place and began to move the other pieces of the machine around. Eventually the Metallic man turned around.

"I thank thee for helping me out. Who are you and could I be of your assistance?" he said as he tried to bow.

"My name is Dorothy and this here's Mr. Scarecrow," Dorothy explained as he pointed at her companion.

"But you can also call me your God!" Scarecrow laughed as he rolled his right eye again.

Silence.

"There's no God expect the one whom I refer as Master," Metallic man finally said.

"We are going to go see Wizard of Oz. Do you know a short way to there?" she felt couraged enough to ask.

"Of course, I'll take you to see my Master. There’s a path that leads to him faster than that road, the one that lies beyond this very Forrest. It's more dangerous but I'll guard you as you did help me," he replied and pointed towards a dark and gloomy Forrest.

AT THE SAMETIME…

A lion ran. He did not know where, but he kept on running in the Forrest. He was too afraid to stop running or to even look behind. He was too afraid to face anyone... Especially, himself.

"What…What have I done?" he thought as several tears falling down his cheeks.

He hurried along as dark clouds from West began to get closer and closer even close to the tower of Oz.

"Our only hope is that the chosen one arrives soon Cain…" Oz stated as he rubbed his chin.

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Meanwhile our heroes had already stopped and camped out for night. Metallic man saw as Scarecrow was jumping around; few of his tinkle bells on his suit giving dinging sound as he moved.

"And what's his problem?" he finally asked from Dorothy.

"It's a long story but let's just say he wasn't always like that and I.... I want him to get better," she answered as gave a gentle smile.

The lion was running and he nearly got a heart attack when he saw the campfire. Was it them?? Were they after him as well? Giving a gulp, he thought that if he'd scare them away, he could have a chance to survive. Taking a deep breath, he jumped in the middle of the party.

"WHO ENTERS MY FORREST? I SHALL KILL YOU ALL IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE!" he shouted as he tried to hide his fear.

While at it, he noticed that he was not facing an army but just a group of people, one being even a little girl cuddling her dog. He gave a small sigh of relief in his mind.

Suddenly a strong metallic arm took hold of the lion's throat and threw him to the ground. As the lion was still gasping for air, he felt intense pain as few of his ribs broke as the Metal man kicked him into his right side.

"Stop!" Dorothy suddenly spoke up.

Metallic Man faced Dorothy and stopped his attack on Lion who was trembling from fear with some blood running down his mouth. Dorothy came close to him and rubbed some of the blood away.

"How can you speak?" she asked.

"This be the magical Land of Oz my fair lady," Metallic Man replied as gave a shrug.

"P-please… I'm s-sorry! I… I thought you were… .One of them…" the Lion muttered as he coughed some blood.

"Who did you think we were?" Dorothy asked while rubbing more of the blood away.

She could sense the creature’s pain. The despair and the self-hatred. And it made her become depressed.

"A band of warriors… They killed my entire tribe… I… I tried to save my family but there were too many of them… They… They killed them all. I was too afraid; I hid and saw what they did to the dead ones. They were skinned; they took their hides with them and left the dead bodies to rot under the sun," Lion spoke suddenly bursting into tears. "And I…The lion with the least courage got the burden of witnessing every moment of it…" he continued.

Dorothy hugged the crying lion.

"The tragedy of the world of Oz is its people.... " she thought.

"We better get some sleep. Tomorrow we are going to be at Emerald Castle," the Metal man said.

"It's all going to end tomorrow…" Dorothy spoke while cuddling the still crying Lion.

To be concluded…