Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (c) Roald Dahl
Original Fanfic GabbyWonka
Beta reader: Yva J.Chapter 7: The Third Time's a Charm?
Before Willy arrived, she hid under the bed, took out a nine-millimeter pistol and added a silencer to it. The shot would be quick and nobody would know that a crime had taken place.
Once she was all ready, she cut the cartridge and waited for Willy to arrive. A few seconds later she could see from under the bed Willy's shoes, and she knew they were his because she observed a 'W' on each one. When she noticed that Willy was opening the closet and he had his back to her, she crawled slowly and quietly towards him. She made no noise, and once she was behind him, she put the gun to the back of his head, her finger now on the trigger.
"This is your end Wonka," She whispered, but waited to him turn around. She had never liked killing people through the back of their head, but what surprised her was that Willy wasn't even surprised. He did not even look perturbed. Instead, he continued choosing clothes from the closet. This astonished her, and with the weapon still aimed, she took a step forward and rephrased her statement.
"Wonka, you're dead!" He had to hear it this time.
"I heard to you the first time, you don't have to shout," He responded before turning around a and looking at her. Of course, the answer did not make any sense to her. Soon, the doubt started to ravage her mind. Questions like, 'How is it possible that he can be so calm when I have a gun to his head?'
Willy selected a new suit, this time of a reddish color, and he started to put it on. Finishing, he then turned around slowly to face her.
"I see that you already have discovered how my crystal elevator works, right?" Willy said while he put his hat on his head "I must admit that you are very smart to have arrived up here. Normally, I don't let just anyone enter my room" Willy attempted to walk towards the door but she stopped him.
"Oh no! you freeze right there! Don't move" She shouted without so much as moving the weapon from in front of his face.
"I have been sent to kill you and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Who sent you? Wait, don't tell me. Let me think…it was Slugworth? Right?"
"I don't have to answer you"
"Yes, that old man with vulture's face and full of warts. It's clear as crystal that he cannot accept that I am better than him. So, he has sent you here to eliminate me?"
"Yes, he is the one, so what you're going to do about it? It's time for you to leave this world Wonka. Rest assured that you will not be as lucky as you were before."
"Oh please!" he said in his typically high-pitched voice. "My dear young lady, do you really think that is that simple? Do you believe that you are here because you had a string of good luck? I can assure you that you are not that ingenuous as you may think. I knew from the beginning when you had entered my factory."
"What?! What are you talking about!?" She asked, her voice now etched in confusion.
"Don't tell me that you thought entering my factory was going to be that simple, because it's obviously not!"
"Then why did you let me enter and allow me to do everything that I did?" She asked, this time it was she who was shouting. She still held the weapon in front of his face.
"I thought that it would be interesting to see what you would do." He said with a smile on his face. "Oh and for a time, that is what it was. You know, the part with the cocoa beans was the best. I never imagined that you would throw yourself into the pile of them. Ha-Ha!"
"Then you left me in that ridiculous situation just for your entertainment?" She asked.
Willy just smiled.
"You are an idiot!" Using the hammer of the gun, she lashed out in anger, the object hitting him on the face. The hat flew off and Willy fell to the floor.
He felt a terrible pain in his left side of the face, for a few seconds all the room were in shadows for him and felt very dizzy. The fear that he could be in a real danger runs throught his veins.
As he started to once more get his wits about him, he turned on the girl and began to shout. "Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?" He touched his face before making a strange noise with his tongue. Seconds later, a similar group of little men like the ones she had seen before entered the room, running directly towards her.
They had in their hands what appeared to be small balls which they began to throw at her. These balls hit her body so hard that it felt like she was being hit with a baseball bat.
"But what the..." were the last words she spoke before losing consciousness.
