Sybl Angelkat: The argument is a mixture of me being thrown into the Eatable room with the already hyper Willy Wonka…..Craziness prevails! I will continue story untill the end! Hopefully!
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Kamyan: Thanks for the review…truthfully, writing Wonkas personality is HARD. I want him to be his wacky self, but also normal enough to be able to Woo a lady. We'll see how it goes!
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Anyway…Onto the story! I continue this for those who review!
-------------------- Chapter Two: Nervousness and SurprisesCharlie Bucket sat perched in one of the edible trees, watching in worry as Willy Wonka paced the grass below. He was nervous, Charlie could tell. After being alone so long, he guessed he'd be scared, too. Charlie wondered, as he watched Willy chew on a piece of mint leaf, if he did the right thing, talking Wonka into this interview with a reporter. He wanted Mr.Wonka to re-enter the world, instead of being locked up all the time in the factory. It just wasn't normal. But then again, Mr.Wonka wasn't normal, most of the time.Willy seemed oddly sad, as well. He never wanted to stay around Charlies parents when they hugged, or showed any type of intemacy. Could he possibly want that? Naw, not Willy Wonka. He was just uncomfortable.
Charlie shrugged and hopped out of the tree. He knew Willy was also worried about the reporter being a spy. Very unlikely.
"Mr. Wonka, PLEASE! Calm down. You weren't this scared when you welcome us into your factory a few months ago." Willy looked down at his heir.
"My dear boy, it took me 3 years to gather the courage to do that little stunt. What were doing we planned in less then a span of a week!" Wonka continued his pacing. Charlie was a bit shocked. He wasn't used to Willy's few sudden bursts of normalcy. And when he was, it was only when he was worried, stressed, or depressed. And he was all three of those a lot lately.
"Willy, if you don't want to talk with the lady, I can call and cancel." Wonka shook his head. He didn't want Charlie to know that the reason he was nervous was because it was a woman, not that she was a reporter. He hadn't been in the presence of a woman since the factory aloud the kids in. And he didn't count that wretched girls mother as a woman.
"No, no. Its much to late. She'll be here soon." Charlie nodded and checked himself over. He wore his best Sunday cloths, though he was no match for Willy. He wore a dashing velvet midnight blue coat, reaching down to his waist. His white silk shirt was undone at the throat, showing pale skin. His tight black pants fit him perfectly, and his boots, engraved with ornate "W"'s, squeaked from being new. And his top hat,starched to stand up straighter then before, matched the blue of his coat. His cane, like normal, was filled with candy, top with what looked like a real, huge jawbreaker.
"Come now, Charlie. I belive the young woman is here"
"What? No It's only—"
An oompa-loompa appeared next to Wonka, tugging at his pant leg. They spoke quietly in that weird launguage before Wonka stood up.
"Come Charlie…." Together they headed to the entrance.
Cat froze up. She couldn't do it. She couldn't walk those last few steps towards the factory. Most people would think she was acting stupid, freezing up at the mere thought of meeing a Candy Maker. But they didn't understand. He was her inspiration. How a man could spend most of his life trapped in a factory was story potential. And she was finally able to MEET him. She couldn't belive her luck.
Finding her legs again, she headed towards the gate, looking up at the towering chimmneys. It was at the last moment, when she wasn't expecting it, that she got yanked off to the side, and pushed harshly down an alley way a mere hundred feet from the gate. She was pushed roughly against the wall, an arm pressed to her neck. Wonderful. Looking at the face, she cursed to see who it was. Rodney. Her fathers little spy on her. God, how she hated that man!
"Hello, Catherine. Long time, no see."
"Rodney, get your filthy hands off me!" Cat struggled in his grip. She hated staying so close to him. He smelled of stale cigarettes and old whisky. And he looked like crap. He was thin, hair tangled with dirt in it, and soiled cloths. He lived mainly for the cheap whisky her father paid him in.
"Your father is dissapointed that you havent contacted him in oh……3 years was it?" He grinned vicously
"Well, you can tell Father to kiss my ass! I don't work for him anymore! I hate him!"
"I don't think daddy dearest will be very happy hearing that," He growled at her. She coughed at his disgusting breath.
"What do you want, Rodney?"
"Your father said—"
"My dear boy, you can let go of her now." Cat turned towards the entrance of the alley way, and gasped at who she saw. Standing there, swinging a cane to and fro…..was her father,Slugworth. Rodeny let her go, making her knees go weak with the sudden fresh air. She glared up at her father.
"Stay away from me, Slugworth. I came here for a reason, to stay away from YOU!"
"Is this the thanks I get for getting you that wonderful interview job?" Cat stared in disbelife. She hated this man. He had ruined her life from the start. He had forbid her, as a child, to be with children who seemed lower then her. He especially forbid her from a poor boy she enjoyed being with when she was younger. He had braces on that covered his whole head. She knew him a few days, and hadn't a chance to learn his last name. And now he was trying to claim that he got her the job that she earned? Disgusting.
"What are you talking about, Daddy. I earned that job on my own." He snickered harshly, walking towards her. He gripped her chin tightly in his hands.
"Do you think you think you really are that great of a writer? You really are an idiot!" He shoved her away roughly, smiling.
"I should kill you. After everything you did to mom, Selphie, and me, a quick death would be mercy!"
"Watch your mouth, girl! You better listen good if you don't want your beloved mother and sister hurt." She stared in horror at him. Forgetting Rodney was there, she made a move to tackle her father. She was caught by the Whisky Man, and gagged on the sudden wind of ciggarettes.
"How could you! There your own flesh and blood!"
"I don't care. Now listen. I know all about you getting in to interview Willy Wonka. Its that mans fault that our sales have dropped." He pulled out what looked like a small microphone, camera, and wires from his pocket. "Put these on, your going to be our spy."
"Kiss my ass!" Slugworth walked forward and smacked her
"Language! Now, I want you to find out as much you can about Willy Wonka, his new heir, everything. And most important, I want you to find out about his recipes!" She trembled. This man wasn't her father. He wasn't her own flesh and blood. No man could be so cold hearted as to choose candy making over his family!
"Do it, Cat, or Mother and Selphie will be in an early grave." She glared in one last act of defiance, then her hope deflated like a red balloon.
"Give me the wires, Slugworth."
"I knew you'd see it my way."
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Woah! Whoever would have thought that the candy buisness was so nasty! I hope Cat can get out of it. Read and review please?
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