Pizza Kills 5:

It was night when we got to Mr. Wonkas factory. It looked…huge against the darkening skyline. Like it could fit in a scary movie. I didn't know how we'd get in or even if he'd let us. In spite of Charlie and his family being there I was sure he wouldn't want us. That's when I made the decision. I pressed a buzzer and a deep voice answered.

"The factory is closed to visitors," said the voice.

I pressed the button, "I need to speak to Mr. Wonka please. It's an emergency."

"One moment please," the voice said.

I looked down at Candy. She wasn't looking so hot. I had been told the oompa loompas didn't like cold. I took off my coat and wrapped her in it. She smiled seeming to be a bit better. The next voice startled me.

"May I help you?" it said in a perky manner.

"Mr. Wonka?" I said.

"That's my name don't wear it out," he said and giggled.

"May we come in?" I asked.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"It's Cheryl…I won the…thing," I said.

"Oh…come in," he said as the gate swung open.

I ushered a freezing Candy inside ignoring myself. Once inside she handed me back my coat, as it was warmer inside. We both looked around and didn't see anyone. She shrugged at me.

"I remember you," said a voice startling me.

It was Mr. Wonka.

"You're Cheryl. What can I do for you?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

"I…the factory is gone." I said.

"Really?" he said.

"I…" I started.

"I'm sorry but I can't allow you to stay here. Staff and the Buckets only." He said.

"I wasn't going to ask to stay," I said.

"Oh…continue then," he said looking me in the eye.

I almost got lost in those violet eyes. I shook my head and looked down at Candy. Was she smirking at me? Why that…oh yeah.

"I was wondering if you could…take care of Candy. It's cold out…and she can't be out there. Please?" I asked.

He smiled, " She's welcome stay here and work."

I put on my coat and bent down to hug Candy.

"You be good. Try not to get into any trouble." I said.

"I promise," she said. "Be safe."

I smiled and stood. Soon I was outside in the cold. The car was gone and I shrugged. Just as well. I put my blue top hat on and my glasses. Everything was now a shade of blue. Matched how I felt. I walked out of the gates feeling like I was being watched. I'm sure he wanted to make sure I was gone. The gates closed behind me.

I was walking along the empty streets with only the clicking of my boot heels. It started snowing and I wished I had a longer coat. I sat on a bus bench and reached inside the pocket. There was a letter I hadn't noticed before. I opened it and read it.

Dear Cheryl,

I've gone to a better place. Florida. I've left you the majority of my fortune and my special recipes. I'm sure you'll create more. Inside your other pocket is a checkbook and credit cards in your name. Also, an envelope with £ 3,000 in it. Spend it wisely. I'll be keeping in touch.
Charles

I checked the pocket and sure enough the money, checkbook, and credit cards were there. There were three; A Black American express, Visa, and World MasterCard. I knew he was loaded now. Well now I was. They don't give out black credit cards to just anyone. My idol Beyonce has one. I shook my head and put my things…back in my pocket. I'd think on them being mine later. Meanwhile back at the factory.

"What do you mean you let her go," said Mrs. Bucket.

"I can't have her in here. She could be a spy," said Willy.

"She won the contest Mr. Wonka," said Charlie. "You just sent your business partner out into the streets. Besides, didn't you tell her you set up some of the rooms so she could run the cake factory here?"

"Ooops," said Willy. "I forgot."

"I knew he was a moron," said grandpa George.

"What do we do dad?" asked Charlie.

He shrugged, "All we can do is hope she comes back."

"She had money," said the little voice of Candy. "Mr. Calais made sure I put it there."

"See," said Willy. "Everything is okie dokie." He smiled.

Everyone in the room glared at him. He laughed but stopped.

I was meanwhile finally finding a hotel. They stared at me oddly. It wasn't the greatest but I was use to worse. I had to pay cash. Luckily I had set aside an amount as to not have to pull all of it out. I was in a strange place and wasn't taking any chances. I may be book smart but I was street smart enough to know a person flashing money was a target for crooks.

I got to my room and locked the door. I sat on the bed and turned on the television. There wasn't much on except the news. I took off my boots and lay back. I realized I had no change of clothes so I took them off and washed them. I was hopeful they'd be dry by morning. I slept naked and hoping no one would barge in. No one did.

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