The War On Chocolate

By InsanityQuill

-- The only thing I lay claim to is my character .

All other recognizable chars to their owners, I'm just borrowing--

There isn't a person alive who hasn't tried chocolate! How can you not like chocolate? " Gordon asked rather surprised at his friends admission on disliking the sweet treat. But in his mind she was being unreasonable as he still held the bar of wonka's scrumdidlyumtptious fudge mallow delight bar "becca, if this is one of your lame jokes you can end it now…here" He said as he thrust the unopened bar at her a grin on his face. Finally Becca sighed and took the bar from her best friend in the world.

Rebecca Auburn St.Thorn in fact had a real secret reason why she didn't like chocolate. But that secret she kept from her friends for fear of the fawning and the constant questions that would no doubt follow later. In fact Becca was unusual in many ways though her eccentricities were just easy to bear from people who knew her.

Becca worked as a freelance security guard. She loved it, and people genuinely seemed to be frightened of her when she was on duty. Only thing was the elderly and the innocent children were drawn to her for their needs. A trait she really did not mind too often but became increasingly annoying when schools began to employ her specifically on their field outings to keep an eye on them.

But that was the least of her troubles right now. It seemed this Willy Wonka had a contest running of some sort. Something about golden tickets that turned the world in a frenzied mass. Because of this chocolatier, she and Gordon were sent as their companies best team to a guard an incoming shipment of chocolate and accompany it to it's final destination. A job she didn't quite care for, but no one else in the company would do it. Even with a substantial wage increase no one took on the job. But money was money and Becca did have a lot of bills.

Accepting the job, she and her partner were off nearly at once. There was something about this job that didn't seem right. Living in the same town as the factory that produced the chocolate, was it completely necessary to have a guard escort for an inner city delivery?

Shrugging at the thought Becca reported to the factory and had taken in the size for the gates with an ornate W on it's front. No one else was around, but the scent of chocolate filled the air. It wasn't an overly sweet scent, nor was it unpleasant. Becca stopped and closed her eyes for a moment as she inhaled the rich and yet subtle scent as she waited for her partner.

Usually they would travel as a pair, however Gordon hadn't shown up yet In fact it was rather unusually quiet. Things still weren't adding up in her mind, and it was putting her on edge. Where was Gordon? Where was this truck? As far as she could see there was no truck idling about. In fact there were no footprints in the pristine snow layer. It wasn't at all a comforting feeling. Shaking off the impending fear she straightened up and decided to take a bit of a walk and check out the place. No one was around, the cold evening air had seen to that. Finally she was coming to the corner of the perimeter all and she peered down, no one in sight, not even a stray dog.

Turning around and returning to the main gate, there was in fact someone standing there. Seeing the familiar jacket and uniform. In the waning light it was hard to tell who it was, but Becca did see the dark hair and a hand raised in greeting. Relaxing just a bit she hurried over, the night quickly cloaking every thing in darkness. Everywhere else there was electric lamp posts, Here in front of this factory there was none.

Gordon, you made it!" was all she managed to get out before she realized that it wasn't her friend, but someone who had been wearing a uniform of the companies. "Sucker!" was all she heard and then a heavily chloroform soaked rag covered her nose and mouth from behind. Soon everything had gone dark.

The man smirked as the girl known as Becca slumped against his own partner. "That was too easy wouldn't you say Max?" He asked the other whom was holding the unconscious body and the other responded with a bit of remorse. "This is rather…mean though don't you think Vic?" Vic laughed coldly "Do you want to keep loosing jobs to these two morons Max? If they stay on no one else will have a chance at getting the good jobs…anyways lets hurry up and throw her over. That way Mr. Wonka can do the dirty work for us…" The man named Vic laughed and picked up Becca's feet and he and Max began to climb up a couple of ladders in a more obscure section of the factory wall.

No more that five minutes later, Max and Vic had scurried over the wall and threw Becca on to the doorstep of the great chocolate factory. And hightailed it off the property, leaving an unconscious Becca to the mercy of the elements.

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next chapter coming so. Do let me know if you like, as this is my first time in ages to write a fan fic.