I just wanted to say that I don't own anything in this story. I am just borrowing the world of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The only thing that I own are some of the characters and the plot. Please don't sue me, I own nothing!

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Twitch

It was late afternoon in the small town that was famous for having Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory there. The people that lived there would pass by it everyday and barely take any notice to it, because its tall black iron gates were always closed., even after Charlie Bucket won it. Only tourist would really stop and look at its tall gray smoke stacks puffing out clouds of white smoke high into the air.

Though today a lone figure of a woman stood outside of the tall gates looking up at the factory. She was a newcomer to the town, but no tourist, she was here to stay. She was dressed in her tan camouflage military uniform. Her hair black hair was done up in a bun that hung out of the back of her uniform hat. The brim of her hat shaded her bright blue eyes and slightly tan skin. Slung over her right shoulder was a tan military bag that carried her few belongings that she had taken with her to the war in Iraq. She looked like the perfect image of a soldier, but one thing was out of place, which was a white sling cradling her left arm. The many people that were in the streets would look at her because she had been standing out in front of Wonka's Factory gates for a good twenty minutes now and plus they weren't really used to military personnel.

She reached out to the gates with her right hand again trying to shake them open, but yet again they wouldn't budge. She was here to stay with her sister Elizabeth Bucket and her family. She had known about Wonka's golden ticket contest and heard that her nephew, Charlie Bucket, had gotten a ticket and had also won the factory.

The house that she had lived in she had rented. Though while in Iraq she had received a letter from Elizabeth saying that she was being evicted from her house and that they were going to pick up all of her things and take them to the factory with them. She has written that she had talked with Mr. Wonka and he agreed to give her the guest room as long as she needed and they she did not have to worry, and that they couldn't wait for her to come home. She had also said that when she got back that she was to come to the factory and that they would let her in.

Now here she stood outside the factory gates, stranded unable to get inside. She greatly considering asking someone how to get inside, but decided against, due to the fact that everyone was looking at her strangely. She was also thinking about going down to the hotel and staying there until she could figure out how to get inside.

"Are you lost, Miss?" said a voice from behind the woman that caused her to jump. She turned around to see an old man with gray hair, dressed in dark pants, shirt, and coat, using a wooden cane for support. He smiled kindly towards her and she returned it.

"No, actually. I'm supposed to be In there." she said pointing to the factory. "I just don't know how to get in. I don't suppose you could help me could you?"

"I'm sorry dear." the old man chuckled slightly. "The gates are always closed ever since those golden tickets were out. No one ever goes in, but we do see the young boy and his parents that live in there sometimes during the day. But they don't use the gates. It's a complete mystery on how they get out here. I'm sorry that I couldn't be of anymore help, Miss."

"That's alright sir. You've helped me enough. I'll just have to wait for them. Thank you." she said.

"Your welcome." he replied. "May I ask your name and why you are suppose to be in there?"

"I'm Lieutenant Rea Avery. My sister lives in there and I am going to be staying with her." She said smiling again.

"Oh, well then good luck to you Lieutenant Avery. I hope that they come get you soon." he said. He then turned around and hobbled down the street.

Rea watched him go before turning to look at the factory again. 'Man! This is going to be tougher then I thought it was going to be.' she thought to herself. 'Well…I better go get a room for the night.' She adjusted the her bag on her shoulder and began walking down the street towards the hotel she had seen earlier.

When she got to the hotel she paid for a room and took her bag upstairs. She unlocked the door and threw her bag on the bed before she too jumped onto the bed on her back. She closed her eyes sighing to herself. It felt so good to lie in a real bed instead of a cot or the hard ground. She smiled rolling onto her right side facing the window that already had the curtains drawn. She had a great view of the chocolate factory, but it seamed to her that the gray building was laughing at her for not being able to get in. She frowned at it before she heard her stomach growl. She looked down at it and sat up sighing. She reached over and grabbed her bag and rummaged through it before pulling out her money and putting it in her back pants pocket. She got up grabbing her room key before making her way out of the hotel and to one of the restaurants in town.

She went to a small diner and sat down. She ordered her dinner and sat there thinking about what had happened to her and her friends in Iraq. All she could remember was the sound of guns being fired, bombs going off, and commands of her fellow troops as well as hers, then she remembered pain.

When the waitress came with her food she was still in a daze. The waitress touched her on the shoulder and she jumped out of her seat, almost knocking the woman over.

"I'm sorry!" the waitress said to her almost immediately.

"It's ok. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Rea said sitting back down.

The waitress nodded and set her plates down before leaving her be. Rea sat there in silence eating her meal not doing much, but thinking. When she had finished she asked for her check, paid for her meal, and then headed back to her hotel. She quickly changed into her night clothes, then crawled under the blankets of her bed, grateful for the feel of a real mattress and blankets that she had missed, and quickly fell asleep.