A/N: I got a spell checker and I've replaced the other chapters, they should be updated shortly. Sorry for that. The problem is that most free spell checkers don't work or the good ones last a week.
Only Gum.
The children ran around stopping at each machine, wondering what each one made, their parents following slowly behind pondering the same thoughts. They felt more comfortable here as the Oompa-Loompa's where not allowed in there. Some mixers where labeled but they still didn't understand what they were. Soon they all branched out by themselves to look at what they each pleased them. back in the corner of the room stood a tall saucepan, humming quitely which drew the attention of Violet.
"Interesting, huh?"
She turned and found Wonka leaning on one of the short barrels. He walked over to her and opened the lid. "It's the mixer to a very special gum, you know." He closed the lid and picked up a piece which was already done that was lying on a tray beside it. "Never gets hard, never grows watery. It remains the same soft piece no matter how much you chew it." He looked over the piece in his purple glove.
"What doe sit taste like?" She said with a mouth full of gum.
"Blueberry. Very good flavor when you're chewing for a rather long time."
"Can I have a piece? Is it ready?"
Wonka grinned. "Sure. If you want."
The group followed Wonka down another long corridor, this one more strongly lighted, more so that it made them feel naked. And what a maze of a place it was, so many doors, so many paths. Every now and then Wonka would open a door and show the guest what laid inside. Marshmellow pillows, lickable wallpaper, hot icecream. But they only went into the room for a few moments before they were dragged out by Wonka. The more they went the more wonders they saw.
"Mother," Voilet moaned, "My stomach fells bad."
"I bet it's from all that candy dear." Said her mother.
"Or maybe it's that gum," added grandpa Joe, "Chewing something for that long can trick the belly, you know."
"Oh." She moaned again.
"Oh dear, look at you!" Her mother cried, "You're turning blue, take a deep breath now."
Wonka made off down the corridor ahead of them, "Come along now, far too much to see-"
And then she exploded, the burst ripped her body in haft and left the walls covered in blood. The children shrieked and ran down the hall away from the mess, followed by their parents. Wonka turned around and lead Mrs. Beauregarde, Veruca, Mike, and Mr. Teevee around the corridor maze until they met up with the other heft of the group who were crowed in a dead end near the Chocolate milk cows door. The parents were trying to clam their child as they cried in their arms.
"Now kids," said Wonka once every body was together, "lets all clear our minds and try to forget what just happened-"
"But Wonka! My daughter!"
"Mrs. Beauregarde, I'm very sorry, she must had touched something in the inventing room, I told everyone not to for a reason."
The grown women started crying uncontrollably, "But- She- Violet." her tears ran down her face mixing with the blood that had splashed there.
Wonka took the women by the shoulder, "I what the rest of you to wait in the jelly bean room," he pointed to the room at their left, "I'm going to have a small word with Voilet's mother, try to clam her down."
The group stepped into the room and waited. Veruca was still crying, her father and Mr. Teevee were trying to still her. Mike was exploring the room and taking bits of the Jelly. Grandpa Joe sat down on a giant bean, trying to shake of the horrible feeling of seeing a girl explode from the inside. Charlie didn't feel lucky anymore.
Veruca shirked and the others ran to her. An eyeball was stuck to her dress and they tried to take it off with a napkin. But Charile was far too distracted to care about her. He sat down and faced the door, waiting for Wonka to come and bring them out of the horrible place, to bring him back home so he could try to forget, just as Wonka had told him to do.
Slowly and quitely the door opened and a purple rubber glove appeared. It pointed to Charlie and beckoned him closer. The boy got up and looked over to the others. They were far to busy and took no notice of him, and when he turned back to the door the hand was telling him "No, come alone.
Charlie crept to the door and slipped through into the corridor where he found himself alone. he was frightened by how quite it was without the others, yet there still hung that consent hum of busy machines. He looked around and found the gloved hand resting at the corner of the turn ahead of him, and it beckoned him once again. He followed down the hall and turned left to find the corridor empty. From afar he could hear crying. He walked down and found one of the doors open just a small crack. He looked in a found Wonka sitting across Mrs. Beauregarde, talking to her, some agreement of some such. Clearly he was with her the whole time and he found that there was no need to disturb them. Charlie turned to go back to the jelly bean room and once he was outside the room he hear a knock to his left. There, the same gloved hand, beckoning him.
Now Charlie was rather confused at the quickness of Mr. Wonka and almost ran to the corner. He turned right and found the red tail coat fly past down to the left of the other corner. He followed quickly and turned again, but stopped at the site before him. It was the corridor where Violet had exploded in, her body laid like a doll on two different part of the tiled floor. Five of six Oompa-Loompas where drinking and eating the mess unaware of the boys presence as he run away.