sparrowed- whoa . . .

peachy-pebbles- I love to stand on my tip toes! (attempts to stand on tip toes and falls on her ass) Ow!

Fala Delacroix- I hope that was a raspberry muffin! And im sad to say that this chappie is not as long as your penis . . . RAWR!

xXxInvisible in your eyesxXx- Do you have split personalities? lol And Alexander . . . You can by all means kill Ralph in whatever fashion that suits you. But the death by piggies is mine!

A/n: There's some violence and mild language in this chappie. And I'm sorry if it's a little short . . . I promise I'll try to update as soon as possible after my prom. Now enjoy this chappie with some popcorn . . . or some espresso beans! (snoopy dances and trips over her cat) Oops! I'm sorry Mogget!

Chapter 21: Thank you . . .

What could be taking Bianca so long? I thought as I sat near the attic door. I didn't really hear anything until a huge crash made me jump to my feet. I open the door in a flash. The attic was empty. I see the window has been shattered into millions of pieces. I stick my head out the window and silently gasp at the horrific sight. It was dark in the ally below, but I could just make out Bianca's body on the ground. Ralph was standing above her. His hand slowly reaches into his jacket and takes out a knife.

I quickly step out of the attic, and find the nearest phone. After I call the police I rush to the nearest exit, and try to find the ally Bianca and Ralph is currently residing. I must stall Ralph as the police make their way here. I just hope Bianca is safe . . .

The light gleams upon the blade Ralph pulled out. My eyes grow wide and I immediately roll onto my hands and feet. Ralph kicks my side, and the wind gets knocked out of me as I landed on my back.

"I tried to be nice about it, Bianca. But as I expected you had to make me do this the hard way." Ralph twirls his blade close to my face. He slits my shoulder. I jump back, and quickly stand on my feet. A wave of dizziness rushed to my head, but I shake it off. "You should've known not to leave me, Bianca. You're not ready for a new life. You're nothing but a no good, dirty, rotten whore! Face it, Bianca . . . You're not worth loving to anyone but me! Now stop all this foolishness and come with me like the good little slut you are."

For the first time I felt pure loathing surge throughout my body. "I am not a whore," I said quietly, but venomously.

Ralph chuckles. "Are you for real? Are you actually talking back at me? Ha! Please . . . Compared to that Wonka bastard I'm . . ."

"Don't you even dare compare yourself to him! You're nothing like him. He treats me like a person. You treated me like shit! You made false accusations about me cheating on you for your sick pleasure. You'd sleep around with other women while I stayed faithful. I even gave birth to your daughter, and you treated her like she wasn't even your flesh and blood. I was glad that I left you! I love my new life here with my family and Willy!"

"You can't be saying that . . ."

"I love him! I love Willy Wonka! And that's worth holding onto!"

I love him! I love Willy Wonka! And that's worth holding onto!

Bianca's words echoed throughout the ally. I watched the two fight with words from behind the shadows. She loves me . . . I know this wasn't the time or place, but I couldn't help feeling happy.

"You love him?" Ralph's voice said, bringing me back down to reality. "How can he love a tramp like you?"

This really boiled my blood. I feel the last pixie stick break as I step out of the shadows, and answer Ralph's rhetorical question. "Because I love her with all my heart."

Ralph spins around to face me with his knife glaring in the moonlight. I look over at Bianca who currently looks like a deer in headlights. I want to go over there and hold her, but Ralph stood in between us. I look into his cold gray eyes and clench my jaw, leaning on my cane. Ralph's lips twist into an unpleasant grin. "You say you love her with all your heart?" he asks roughly. "Do you hear that annoying echo, Bianca?" I ask as I look around, pretending not to notice Ralph. "I thought I made it clear that I wanted to talk to Bianca alone," Ralph nearly growled. "You said for a minute! It's way past a minute by now! Don't you know how to tell time?" I replied sarcastically.

"It's not over till I say so. Now, if you don't want to get gutted I suggest you go back to your factory and continue touching little children."

"Your mom likes to touch little children."

This set him off. He snaps forward with the blade of the knife in front of him. Ralph hunches over with a grunt as Bianca leaped upon his back. She gives a swift kick to his groin. Ralph screams out in pain as the knife slips from his grip and hits the brick wall. Ralph reaches behind him and swings Bianca around. He slams her to the ground. I take my cane in both hands and raise it about head level. As soon as Ralph turns his head towards me, I swung like I was playing baseball. I hear the crack of his jaw as his head jerks to the side.

He falls on his hands and knees. Bianca quickly stands up and heads for the knife lying forgotten on the ground from afar. Ralph grabs one of her ankles and pulls her to the ground. I give another blow to Ralph's stomach to stop him from getting the knife. He growls like a vicious dog and swings his leg under me, making me lose my balance.

Ralph retrieves the knife. I jump to my feet as Ralph drives the knife at me. I grab his forearms and begin to wrestle the knife's edge away from me as we waltzed around the ally. Our grunts rose, as the blade grew closer to my face. Ralph's face was covered with blood and grit, making his sculpted face look grotesque. I clench my teeth and tried to force the knife out of Ralph's grasp, but his lips twisted into an unsavory grin as the knife nicked my cheek. I bite back the pain and grunt, but I could feel my arms shake and lose strength . . .

"Ralph! Stop it!" Bianca began to beat hard on Ralph's back with balled up fists. Her hand grabbed his forearm and tries to pull back the blade. "Stop it! You ignorant bastard!" Bianca pulls back his forehead with her other hand. Ralph snarls and swirls around.

I hear Bianca's shrill scream. She lurches from side to side until she collapses on the ground like a rag doll. Blood quickly seeped through her white dress. Ralph has slit her side just below her ribcage. She began to cough and little sprinkles of blood escaped her lips.

As Ralph loomed above her I nonchalantly pick up my cane, my only defense. I crept close and readied myself for another swing. Before I took a swing Ralph began to speak in a dry voice. "I tried to reason with you . . . but now I'm just going to enjoy ripping you apart like Jack the fucking Ripper!" He slowly licks the blood dripping from the knife. As he raised his knife high above his head I swung my cane, this time like I was playing golf.

The cane hits hard between his legs. Ralph gave a blood-curtailing screech. He limps and the knife drop from his meaty hands. I swipe the knife and brandish it. Ralph attacks and runs into his own blade. He gasps as he finally realizes the knife pierced his stomach. I push him to the ground. He lies on his back, taking shallow breaths. Grabbing the knife's slick handle Ralph pulled the blade from his stomach. Blood gushed like a fountain. He violently coughs and twitches until he takes a harsh breath and becomes motionless. His dead gray eyes stare up lifelessly at the ink black sky.

"Willy . . ."

I flinch and drop my cane. I rush to Bianca's aid. Her eyes were half closed and a trail of blood leaked at the corner of her mouth. Her hand was clutching the wound, which is still bleeding madly. I gather her up in my arms. "Bianca, try not to talk . . . Everything is fine . . . Ralph is gone . . ." Bianca smiled and caressed my cheek, staining it with a line of blood. Sirens began to echo in the distance. Bright red lights flashed down the ally. "Hey! Over here!" I waved madly with one hand. People began to run to our aid. I look down with a toothy grin on my face; it faltered as Bianca struggled to stay conscious. "Please, don't leave me Bianca," I whisper softly. I pull her into a hug. Bianca adjusts her head on the crook of my neck. I could hear her struggle to breathe.

"Thank you."

It was faintly audible, but I heard it crystal clear. I embrace her tighter as a tear slid down my cheek. I felt her body limp as she succumbed into unconsciousness . . .

A/n:- Well . . . This is the last stop for the Cliffhanger Express . . . For now! Did I make Willy heroic enough? Plz tell me!