Air whooshed past his ears, well, the sound did anyways. Charlie sat, staring out the window of the airplane he was currently travelling on. Charlie didn't necessarily like air travel but this was important. He sucked in the cool air that was blasting from the units all over the mode of transportation, only to exhale all of it the next second.

To be honest, Charlie was scared of heights.

The man looked down at his shaking hands, and continued to take in deep breaths. He averted his gaze from the window in order to calm his nerves. He was here for a reason. He was here for Wonka.

He had done some research on his suspects and he found each and every one of them. Even the ones that didn't want to be found.

His first suspect's name was Mike Tevee. Currently living in Denver, Colorado, he found himself in a successful life in the NBA. He is happily married, and is rolling in the millions.

Charlie racked his brain for his last memories of the bratty boy on the Wonka Tour. The spiked, brown hair and permanent scowl came back to him. Charlie forced a small smile upon himself when he remembered his demise. The kid couldn't resist the chance to be 'on TV', and so he did something stupid and ended up an extra-large piece of paper, shaped as a person. Charlie would be lying is he said he didn't enjoy seeing the over-spoiled boy suffer the consequences of his actions. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy seeing them all suffer their consequences.

Yet, he could understand, why Mr. Tevee would seek revenge. His revenge is what he had searched for he was about to get it. Revenge, along with a .46 bullet to the chest.

Charlie patted the $980 dollars in his pocket. On this side of the Americas, you could buy guns by the dozens. But he only needed one.

When Charlie had finally arrived in Denver, he was on time. He had planned to arrive at 5:32, so he could then hail a taxi and travel to the Denver Basket Ball Arena and be there by 6:00.

The tall, chocolate brown haired male pushed open the door to the court. The sound of sneakers squeaking, the dull thud of a bouncing ball, and the vicious cheers of the crowd greeted his ears. He wasn't familiar with the sounds, nor the landscape. The harsh tones of the player's uniforms contrasted with the lighter colors around them; however, it didn't make it any easier to comprehend.

Charlie looked down at his ticket number and found his seat; a blank expression of indifference fitted his face. In his mind, thoughts were zooming, thoughts of revenge, blood, and justice. His heart was racing and he could feel his blood pumping through his aching head. After this, it will all be over, he told himself.

As the basketball game continued on in the background, Charlie retreated to his own thoughts. He wasn't completely sure that it was really Mike who committed the murder but, the feeling in Charlie's gut told him that it was incredibly likely.

The shrill blowing of the Game over whistle brought the heir out of LaLa Land and back to reality. The real reality. Charlie spotted his target.

After about half of an hour, the crowd dissipated, and Charlie made his way towards Mike Tevee.

The bratty boy had developed into a man quite nicely. His dark brown hair was a little over grown, bits and pieces of it falling into his face. His tan complexion complemented his blue and white uniform, as well as his dark eyes. To put it simply, he was tall, dark, and handsome.

His wife must be very lucky, Charlie thought to himself.

Just as Charlie was about to grab the man's attention two, stereotypically burley guards stood between him and his justice. Charlie emitted a low growl and made up a cover. His frown soon transformed into an excited smile.

"I'm a huge fan!" He cried. "Please, I waited for everyone to leave, just to get his autograph!"

A chuckle erupted out between the human walls.

"It's okay Roger, Damian; you two can go start the car. I'll only be a minute." A surprisingly friendly voice assured.

The two stepped away, one of them giving Charlie a suspicious look. Charlie was then able to get a closer look at his possible victim. The first thing he saw on his was the brightest smile he had seen in a long time. The smile reached his eyes which twinkled with mirth. The tall man reached out his muscled arm with a pen.

"Where do you want it?" Mike asked.

Charlie dug out a spare piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

"With love from Michael Tevee, to..?"

"Charlie Bucket" The said man firmly told the latter.

Mike Tevee's eyes widened. His eyes then glinted in recognition, as his smile grew even wider. His then reached out his long arms and grabbed the smaller man and enveloped him into a hug. Charlie was incredibly uncomfortable. The basketball superstar laughed heartily.

"Charlie Bucket! The C Man! The new Mr. Wonka!"

Charlie winced at that last one, yet he allowed himself to be thrown around by this much larger, much thinner man.

"Oh! Wait till my wife sees you! She'll be just as excited as I am!" Mike crowed.

Charlie dusted himself off, and wiped his sweat off his brow. His ever vacant frown remained, as the 4th golden ticket winner called out for his other.

"…"

".."

The star basketball turned back to his acquaintance and flashed the same goofy grin.

"Just wait till you see her, Charlie! She will love seeing you again!"

Again, Charlie thought a little confused. Mike noticed his confused look and quickly cleared it up.

"Well you see," Mike sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "We met during the tour. We hung out for a bit and we decided that our feelings were mutual." A blushed that soon reached from the nape of his neck to the ends of his ears justified this statement.

Charlie pulled a hand of to his chin and stroked it thoughtfully. The research he had done didn't suggest a marriage to either one of the girls. Either this was a lie to do something with an alibi or his research materials were crap. Yeah, probably that last one, Charlie thought to himself. You can never really trust the internet.

"…"

Charlie and Mike turned at the sound of the voice. Charlie's jaw, no longer than he had laid eyes upon Mrs. Tevee, dropped.

Before him was a man. Augustus Gloop to be exact.