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Chapter Two- The Fire

"So, I only have to touch the door?" Dwyn asked nervously.

"Yep." Simon replied.

"Dwyn, you don't have to do this." Clair muttered.

'Leave 'er alone, Clair. If she wants to do it, then let her do it!"

Dwyn rolled her emerald eyes for the millionth time that night and began to walk towards the gate, but something stopped her; Dwyn felt a raindrop on her nose.

Simon frowned. "C'mon, Dwyn. We'll do it tomorrow."

She nodded and all three friends returned home. But Dwyn Ashby didn't go home to a warm bed and caring mother like she would have normally, she went home to a disaster.

Her mother's apartment was on fire.

Dwyn ran to the nearest cop. "What's happened?"

"Are you Dwyn Ashby?"

She nodded, her eyes starting to water.

Handing Dwyn her mother's gold heart-shaped locket (the one that she never took off), the cop bowed his head. "I'm sorry." He murmured.

Time seemed to stop.

"No." She whispered. "It's not true."

The policeman simply put his hand on her shoulder and once again murmured; "I'm sorry."

Dwyn couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't speak. She was frozen.

The rain was coming down in torrents now, and Dwyn fled. She had no idea where she was going, but she wasn't going to stay there.

She stopped in front of the factory gates, and cried.

Then, slipping through the bars, Dwyn ran up to the door and knocked.

"Hello?" She choked out. "Hello? Is anybody there?"

The young woman banged on the door as hard as she could, and was soon left with bloody knuckles.

"Please, help! Please!" She yelled, her voice then fell to a desperate whisper. "I need help."

Her mind was racing with sudden questions; why was she here? What had caused the fire? Did Clair and Simon know… Clair and Simon. Dwyn had to tell them.

So she ran back to the gate and tried to slip through, only to find that she had completely marred her skin and cut her clothing upon through the factory gates in such haste. She was sore all over, and wasn't about to inflict even more pain on herself then she already had, and the gate was too tall to climb.

Willy Wonka had seen her; a desperate young woman running away from something. She had intruded, yet, something made Willy not give the order to capture her, something about her made him curious. Why was she running? What was she running from? And most importantly, why was she crying?

So he watched her like a curious child; running up to his doors, wanting to leave through his gates and then finally, curling up into a ball near the door and falling asleep. Willy furrowed his brow, why hadn't she left? Intruders had to be punished, that was for certain, but she looked hurt and scared, why?

Against his better judgment, Willy Wonka left his post at the window and went downstairs.

He opened the door cautiously and slipped outside. There she was, soaked through. Her dark hair stuck to her face and neck, and her zip-up hoody was torn. Her jeans were tattered and her converse shoes were soaked through as well. But that wasn't what interested Willy Wonka. What interested him was the fact that the girl was bleeding, quite profusely in some places, and that she was crying, even in her sleep.

And so, the chocolatier did the only thing he could think of… he poked her with his cane.

She didn't move.

He tried again… nothing.

Suddenly, an Oompa Loompa appeared at his side.

Take her in, sir. He motioned.

Willy shook his head, but then thought. "I can't leave her here, she'll surely die without my help... But she was trying to intrude, so she could be a spy! But then, why was she so upset? Maybe-"

He felt a tug on his coat tail.

"Fine." He muttered grudgingly. And with that, he handed the little man his cane and hesitantly picked the woman up, making faces all the while. Yet he froze as she whimpered and nuzzled into his chest. Willy gulped and yet again stopped as his latex covered hand accidentally brushed against her cheek. It was ice cold.

"What's so special about this chocolate bar?" A 19 year-old Dwyn asked over the phone. "It's a Wonka bar!" Clair exclaimed. "It's the best chocolate bar in the entire world!" Dwyn rolled her eyes.

"You have to come down to Wonka's candy shop!" Clair squealed. "It's only 5:00 p.m. Ask your mum!"

Fifteen minutes later, the two girls were outside the candy shop. Clair dragged Dwyn up to the counter and immediately asked for a Wonka's Scrumdidalyliumpscious Fudgemellow Delight bar. The brunette was already having trouble comprehending the name, that was never good.

Someone brushed past her and Dwyn almost toppled over. The person turned around and she frowned. He wore a purple top hat, dark purple velvet coat and his hands were donned with purple latex gloves.

"Excuse me." The man said hurriedly, and just as quickly as he had come, he was gone.

"Well, that was… queer." Dwyn muttered.

"Oh my God!" Clair breathed. "That was Willy Wonka!"

"Him!?" Dwyn asked, stunned.

Taking her chocolate bar in her handguard covered hand, she smiled. "Interesting."

Dwyn Ashby shot up out of bed in a dark room. She heard rustling in a corner and a light was suddenly on, yet Dwyn could see no one. She was tired, and usually, when Miss Ashby was tired, nothing registered. That night was no exception; the young woman couldn't even figure out that she was in a different room. For those couple of moments, she was in complete bliss. But then the door opened and the man from her dreams walked in, literally. Naturally, Dwyn acted like any other girl would act in that particular situation; she fainted.

It was a sweet smell, lilac… no, no. Lavender, definitely lavender. But my room doesn't smell like lavender… then it all came rushing back. Her mother, her home, the factory… the factory. Dwyn groaned and let a single tear slide down her already tear-stained cheeks, perhaps if she fell asleep again everything would go back to normal.

But of course, that would never happen. And no matter how much Dwyn wanted to go back to sleep, her body had had enough of the bliss her mind longed for. So she groaned again and sat up. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was in a completely new environment and when she did, she panicked.

"You're awake!" A voice murmured.

Dwyn's eyes immediately went to the other person in the room. It was the same man from her dream; Willy Wonka.

For a moment, Dwyn felt faint again. She gripped her forehead and moaned. That's when she noticed the bandages on her hand.

"What happened to you?" Willy asked curiously.

"Me?" She murmured. "What happened to me? Well let's see; I lost my mother and my home in less then a day… and now I'm talking to myself while trying to convince myself that a world renowned chocolatier is listening to me, when really, nobody is there!"

Willy giggled. "You're really weird."

The young woman's eyes widened. She hesitantly got up and walked towards the man sitting at the corner of her bed. "You're real?" She whispered, horrified.

"Well of course, silly!"

Dwyn shook her head. "No. No, no, no. You can't be real. It's impossible! Because that would mean… that would mean… the factory..."

And she fainted again.