A/N: This is the next chapter in my story, The Mist. I hope this is better than my previous chapters. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in this story that's related to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Veruca had to take a cab to Scotland. She didn't care how long it took. She was determined to break the spell as soon as possible. She stared out the window. She didn't know where she was, but she didn't seem to care. She also didn't know how she was going to find that Scottish woman in Scotland. It could take her days to get there. Veruca continued to stare out the window, thinking about her problems. Suddenly, she saw some flowers that grew next to the road. They started to decay and get old. Veruca was startled by this. She noticed the road was starting to decay along with the flowers. She became frightened. The entire city started to decay. The roads were cracking, the buildings were falling apart, the grass was dying, shriveling, and turning brown. Veruca looked at the cab driver to see if he was as surprised to see this as she was. He didn't seem to notice it. He kept driving with a blank expression on his face, as if he couldn't see what was happening. Veruca looked out the window to see if everyone else can see it. They didn't notice it either. All of the drivers had normal expressions on their faces. It was like Veruca was the only one who can see it. Veruca closed her eyes and said, "This is not real. This is just my imagination. By the time I open my eyes, everything will be back to normal." Veruca opened her eyes and gasped. She wasn't in the cab anymore. She had been transported to a different location. She found herself in an old, abandoned school. She was sitting in a desk in a classroom. The desk she was sitting in was perfectly polished and clean, while the other desks were falling apart and were covered in spider webs and dirt. The entire classroom was filthy. She saw moss growing on the wall. "Where am I?" Veruca said. The classroom looked very familiar. Veruca suddenly realized where she was. She was in her school. The decaying classroom she was in was her homeroom. It was the exact same place where she forgot to bring her book sack. "What happened to my school?" Veruca said frightenedly. "You must be surprised to be here." a familiar woman's voice said. The voice came from behind her. Veruca turned around and saw that it was the Scottish woman. Veruca backed away. "What have you done to my school?" Veruca asked angrily, yet frightenedly. "I didn't do this. You did this." the woman replied. Veruca became furious and said, "I certainly did not. There is no need to be blaming me for your actions." Veruca looked at the woman from head to toe and noticed that she was wearing a wedding dress. "Are you getting married or something?" Veruca asked. "I don't think it is any of your business." the woman replied sternly. "This is your mind. You have entered it and now you are stuck here until you destroy The Mist." the woman said. "Are you saying I'm dreaming?" Veruca asked. The woman nodded. "You have entered the darkest part of your mind. This is where The Mist is hidden." the woman explained. "Is this where I destroy it?" Veruca asked, starting to calm down. "Of course." the woman said. Veruca thought for a moment and said, "This can't be a dream. I don't even remember falling asleep." "I brought you here when you closed your eyes, sending you to sleep." the woman said. "If this is a dream, then it is not real." Veruca said back. "You can't prove that. You must go and fight The Mist. Right now." the woman said back." Veruca stared at the rusty floor of the classroom and said, "I don't think I'm strong enough." The woman walked closer to Veruca and said, "I will give you strength." Veruca got interested. She was going to ask the woman something, but she hesitated when she saw the woman open her mouth. Fire started to fly out of the woman's mouth. It started to surround Veruca and close in on her. Veruca feared that she would get burned if the fire touched her. Right when it touched her skin, it starting going right through it. The fire seemed to be going inside of Veruca. She started to feel a sudden burst of courage growing inside of her. The more fire that went in her, the more courageous Veruca felt. All of the fire was inside of her and Veruca had enough courage to destroy The Mist.