Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Ch. 5 Curiosity Killed the Cat
Sure she knew that she should listen Mr. Willy Wonka and all his pointless rules. After all it was his factory, and he had a right to tell her that she was prohibited from any part of the factory that he designated from her. But he had another thing coming if he thought that just because he said it so, that meant it was done.
So as soon as she had gotten cleaned off from her chocolate escapade, she once again, ventured forth into the depths of this highly surprising chocolate factory, making wary of the fact that she did not take her original path that she took before. She sincerely hoped she did not encounter Mr. Wonka again; I think that a chocolate swim was enough trauma for one day.
Closing her door gently, she crept toward the end of the hallway. Suddenly she stopped walking. Well actually it was more like her walking was 'stopped' as her head collided sharply with some translucent object, and her gangly body crumpled as her knees buckled from the force. She stared up into the object that was once unseeable, and then she noticed sharp edges that resembled a box like structure that reached as long as the ceiling.
She slowly got up, using her long arms as leverage against the stubborn floor and perhaps the force of gravity holding her down, which at the moment seemed thoroughly imposing. Rubbing her head slightly to try and ease the internal sting, she walked cautiously toward, what could be only called, the mystical thing.
It appeared to be...a glass elevator. She pushed the metallic button on the wall next to her that was labeled 'anywhere'. Suddenly the doors sprung open, and she stepped inside, and jumped slightly at the loud echo that rang sharply in her ears as the door closed with a slam behind her.
Now...which button to pick...?
There were so many buttons to choose from. Some random; some mind boggling; and some that had her wondering why would anyone need a room for such nonsense.
And as she thought this she noticed one button in particular that caught her immediate attention.
To the left of a button that stated 'Charlie Bucket and Family Room', was a large purple button that had the shape of a whirlwind, or the shape that was once assembled during a TV commercial representing twizzlers (the one where the kid is making a bulls-eye on the bald man's head).There were no words surrounding it; as if the person was trying to make it as obvious as it was. That maybe if the person did not see what the room was for, that they would never think or at least be genuinely curious as to what that room concealed.
A malicious grin formed on Erin's thin pink lips and she bit the lower one in apprehension. Mr. Wonka doesn't know me very well, now does he?
And with a slight laugh of excitement, she pressed the button. She was ready for some type of motion to take place, which is usually common among those taking a fancy of going in an elevator. However, what she didn't anticipate was the sudden kick in the stomach and heart wrenching force that sent her sprawled out on the bottom of the elevator's glass floor.
She attempted to get up, her legs tensing with the strong pull of her body in one central direction. And suddenly, as if realizing what she was doing, the elevator astutely changed direction, causing her back to slam into the wall directly to the left of her.
This elevator had a mind of its own . . . Erin thought horrifically, and again, as if sensing her fear, the elevator came to an abrupt stop, and the doors opened. If someone were to pass at this opportune moment, before them would lay, literally, a very comical scene of extremely long limbs entangled like after a game of twister and a very moused cat.
Trying to gain back some sort of dignity, she clambered up off the floor from her awkward positioning, and brushing off her pants and fixing the bun that had unraveled from her journey, she noticed a great edifice in her presence. Well actually just a door, but a majestic door at that.
It was adorned with what appeared to be the finest gold filigree, outlining the edges of the door and forming a shape similar, if not identical, to the very symbol that was on the elevator button.
It was too enticing to pass up. And ignoring all reasoning that she had been warned about earlier that day, she walked up to the door, twisted and pulled the gold handle toward herself, and taking a quick predatory glance behind her, she ventured forth into a room, she was surely not allowed to pursue.