I do not own anything from Charlie and the Chocolate factory. All rights and likenesses belong to Roald Dahl, Johnny Depp and Tim Burton. No profit is being garnered from this work "Unicorns Shitting Rainbows" is property of Twist (under Discworld fan fiction – great stuff, go read it.). No Oompa Loompas were harmed in the making of this fan fiction.
Warning: Adult content ahead – if adult sexual behavior disturbs you, move on. You have been warned!
– Stealth Phoenix
Chapter 52
As soon as the door closed behind Willy, he was sprinting for the stairs, leaping up them three at a time to get to the roof faster. As he hit the top landing, he fumbled the alarm out of his pocket and clicked it as soon as the door was open.
The Wonkavator chirped, doors slowly opening and he barely squeezed through not waiting for them to open fully. He punched the button for the factory with a bit more force than necessary.
Thrusters fired and he quickly disengaged the safety mode to allow the craft the full range of speed available.
Why didn't she tell him?
Willy leaned against the transparent wall, one hand covering his mouth in heavy contemplation. He knew she trusted and loved him – no matter what was happening now, her reaction last night wasn't contrived.
He'd discuss the matter once he found her in L.A. He just wanted to see her safe before he bothered to blow his lid over her deception.
Charlie would be in charge of the factory while he was gone, and he'd inform Mic-Ka of what was going on so he could keep an eye on the tribe to ensure no horse-play took place while Charlie ran it. The Oompa Loompas trusted Charlie, but they would test his authority and play pranks if not restrained.
But how to keep an eye on her and what Victor could do while there?
Crafting a plan as he flew, Willy barely noticed when the Wonkavator regained its tracks and stopped by his office. The gentle thump as it stopped jarred him from his thoughts and he shot out as soon as the doors opened.
Raising his head, Willy undulated loud as possible. The eerie cry rang down the long corridors and before it had faded, small heads were popping out of doors and bodies appeared from around corners.
"Get Charlie, Mic-Ka, Orville, Smiley and Sherman here ASAP. This is an emergency," Willy ordered to the first worker who arrived.
She gave him a startled nod and sprinted off. Heavy drums started to fill the factory – after all what was the use of running down the hall when a simple drum summons did the same thing?
Orville and Smiley arrived first as they were closest to their employer's office.
"Won-Ka? What is the matter?" Ori-Vil cried. He'd never seen the tall man like this before – even when that Gloop child had burst pipes around the factory and caused weeks of work to pile up while repairs were made.
Willy held up a hand, "Wait until everyone gets here, I don't want to waste time repeating myself. It the Grand Wonkavator ready to go?"
Willy had been tinkering with the Wonkavator design for years – his masterpiece was the Grand Wonkavator capable of mach 3.3 and designed for upper atmosphere transit where it could go even faster thanks to no wind resistance. If necessary, it could even survive the rigors of going into space thanks to the specially tinted and reinforced panels.
"Not yet Won-Ka, we need to finish the wiring and complete the flight testing…" Ori-Vil started.
"I want it wired and ready to go in two hours," Willy said flatly, pacing rapidly.
Ori-vil and Smi-Li exchanged glances. They knew better than to argue with the Chocolatier when he was like this, but their apprehension was apparent. Ori-Vil crossed his arms and bowed, hurrying off to make miracles happen.
Charlie arrived next, sweat dotted his brow and he was panting slightly, "What's the emergency?"
Willy said nothing, but continued to pace as he waited for Sherman and Mic-Ka to arrive. Charlie could see the deep worry on his mentor's face.
Must be something with Veronica, he thought. Nothing else except perhaps Slugworth getting his hands on another recipe could invoke this level of concern from Willy.
Mic-Ka in his traditional Oompa Loompa dress and Sherman in his shirtsleeves joined them.
"Do we have everyone? Groovy. Charlie – you're in charge until I get back. Mic-Ka, I'm going to need you to watch the tribe for any mischief while Charlie's in charge. It's good practice in either case," Willy said, pacing rapidly, hands twisting the cane with little squeaks of protest from his gloves.
"Run the factory? Where are you going?" Charlie asked, panicking.
"Smi-Li – I need the cyber team to track down…" Willy broke off as his theme song broke the air. Surprised, he pulled the slim cell phone from the interior pocket of his jacket. There were only three people who would be calling him at the moment.
"Yes?"
"Won-Ka! It's me," said L.A.'s voice over the line. She sounded near tears and Willy had a sinking feeling near the bottom of his stomach.
"L.A.? What's wrong? Is Veronica and Tupik-Ra alright?" he asked.
She started sobbing and anything said after that was incomprehensible. Willy could see everyone looking at him in concern – he knew his face had just lost all color and the world was starting to tunnel in as he fell into shock.
There was the sound of shifting in the background of the phone and Tupik-Ra's deep voice came over the line, "Won-ka. Ver-Oni-Ka was kidnapped on the way to the hotel. One of the junior assistant DA's was driving her through downtown when he was carjacked. They're trying to track down the vehicle now - there's been no sign of her yet."
Oh dear God, no! Not this - not now.
Willy forced himself to breath slowly – not to start hyperventilating and pass out now. Acid churned and he was both hot and cold at the same time as he tried to force his mind to grasp the meaning in Tupik-Ra's words.
His worst fears had just been realized.
"Who's in charge?" Willy heard himself ask.
"The DA Jack Sinclair and the LAPD right now. They know Victor Brahm is somehow involved, but have no leads into who might have taken her or where she would be held. Mr. Brahm is free at the moment as the case against him is stalled. None of the other witnesses are willing to come forward at this moment," Tupik-Ra said in his dark calm voice.
Willy found himself being soothed by the rich tones and able to think once again for the moment.
"I'm on my way out there. You and L.A. prepare for a contingent of the tribe and set up some accommodations for us to base our own operations on it. Prepare for war," he said in a dark voice.
He snapped the phone shut, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath – praying for Veronica's safety and safe return. He had finally found the love of his life and she had just been stolen away from him. Horrible thoughts of what she might be going through - visions from his nightmare invaded his thoughts and he had to fight down the rising tide of nausea.
Why her? After all she's been through - why are you punishing her now? He pleased with whatever heavenly host was listening
"Won-Ka? What has happened?" Sherman asked carefully seeing that his employer was ready to shatter.
Willy realized he was shaking like a leaf.
"Veronica's been kidnapped on the way from the airport to the hotel," Willy said thickly - expression fearful and eyes lost.
Gasps and cries of alarm filled the air as the surrounding workers heard the news.
"I found out this morning that she'd left without telling me that Victor was suspected of being behind the attack on her brother and Spencer. He's got her." His voice trailed off to a whisper and he had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again to try and regain his composure.
Falling apart isn't going to help her, he thought. I need to keep it together long enough to get her back – then I'll collapse.
Charlie felt shaken as the titanic confidence that Willy carried around with him like a cloak seemed to vanish and for the first time since meeting the man three years prior – Willy looked every one of his years. A protective surge rose in him to help the man that had taken him and his family under his wing and share his home with them.
No – he'd be damned if he'd let Willy down when he needed them the most.
Charlie stood tall and confident – he'd been trained by the best. It was time to use what he had learned to help his friend.
"Smiley – get the cyber team together and five of your best warriors ready for urban setting, both reconnaissance and SWAT. Sherman, I need you to go with Willy to Los Angeles to see if you can come up with a psychological profile on Victor Brahm – you might be able to figure out where he might have had her taken. I'll go talk to Mum and let her know I can't go to school for a few days – I'll get the homework and work with a tutor once this situation has cleared up," Charlie snapped, meeting the eye of each person addressed with a conviction and air of authority that was beyond his meager years.
They each nodded, crossed their arms and bowed with new respect. Smiley bolted to collect his teams and Sherman to hastily pack his bags for a trip.
Willy opened his eyes – the violet so much brighter in the white face since it was the only color remaining, "Thank you Charlie. I'm glad you're here."
Mic-Ka put a soothing hand on Willy's calf, "Do not concern yourself with things here Won-Ka, Charlie and I will keep things going smoothly here. Go – find your mate. Defeat this enemy."
The shaking eased and Willy nodded slowly – his expression darkening and Charlie felt a frisson of superstitious fear creep down his spine.
"As soon as the Grand Wonkavator is ready, we'll head out. By my calculations, it should only take about an hour and a half to get to L.A. from here in a low orbit. We'll call you to let you know how things are going there via the secure link," The evil gleam in his mentor's eyes chilled his apprentice to the core. Willy tugged his clothes into position and ensured the cloth was immaculate before meeting Charlie's eye.
The boy was suddenly reminded of the expression on Willy's face previously as he watched each of the children visiting his factory get eliminated. If the methods of elimination were mild for the kids involved (albeit painful and humiliating) what must be going through his mind for the fate of the man who kidnapped the woman he loved?
He shuddered – this would get ugly.
"I'm afraid Mr. Brahm has managed to get on my bad side and he's going to discover why that's a bad idea," Willy said, straightening his hat and minutely adjusting his gloves. He smiled, but there was nothing of humor or happiness there – it was a baring of the teeth and promised bloody retribution.
"Let's boogie."
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Victor paced through his Malibu home. He'd just returned after an abrupt recess from the court proceedings. He slung the tie and suit jacket over one of the stools at the breakfast bar and quickly uncuffed his shirt to roll up the sleeves.
He had a feeling he knew why a messenger ran to the prosecutor's table in the middle of the proceedings.
He understood the look of loathing that the attractive blonde woman shot in his direction as she requested a recess for the rest of the day. The judge was all too willing to accommodate so he was ordered to return tomorrow morning. By then, if the prosecution's star witness didn't arrive and no one else was willing to testify, the case would have to be dismissed. No paper trail to follow meant that there was no other way to track his movement in the shady areas of good business.
It was good to network.
The sudden break must mean that his associates at Slugworth Candies deposited the money requested in the account he'd set up as a drop for the men he'd inquired about to escort Veronica from the airport when she arrived.
After all, her safety was his top concern.
The phone rang and Victor checked the ID to see that it was Raoul calling. He grabbed the headset and clicked on, "Raoul! How are you doing today?"
"Pretty good, Vic. How'd court go this morning?" Raoul Slinkard, Slugworth Candies corporate attorney purred.
"Had a sudden break until tomorrow. I have no idea what's up with the DA – if they're going to try and convict a guy, shouldn't they have their shit together first?" Victor joked – no way was he going to speak plainly on an open line. They were probably tapping his phones.
"They've got other concerns right now. Don't worry – I'm confident this will all blow over in a few days and you'll be back on top of your game. We have full faith in your abilities."
Victor sneered, that was corporate speak for Screw up and you're gone, asshole.
"I appreciate your support," he replied, keeping his thoughts to himself.
"Given any more thought to our discussion about cooperating on some projects developing new products?"
"I think we could come up with something to give your competition a run for the money. Wonka won't know what hit him," Victor grinned at the double meaning.
"Wonderful. I look forward to meeting with you at the outcome of this case," Raoul said.
They said their goodbyes and hung up.
Victor hummed a little tune under his breath and ignored the clock as he poured himself two fingers of the 18-yr old McClellan scotch he preferred. He sipped appreciatively and seated himself in the living room, clicking on the television to catch up on the news.
There was a local report on – some impossibly blond, painfully thin woman was reporting from the steps of the very courthouse he'd been at this morning.
"No futher reports about the whereabouts of the kidnapped woman have come in. Investigators say that Veronica Carmichael was traveling downtown in a grey four-door Ford Escort when the car-jackers stole the car and tossed the driver out into the street before making their get-away. Anyone with information about the incident should call the hotline."
Victor chuckled to himself and toasted the scrawny woman on the screen, "To your health Veronica!"
The two men hired knew where to take her – into the back roads of Orange County where even in the most metropolitan area in the world, the chances of discovery were remote. They'd make sure that she was tended and lay low until the word of his exoneration got out.
He sat back, closing his eyes and relished the fantasy as it played out in his head – how things would happen.
He'd meet up with them at one of the old oyster shacks down by the pier – she would be a bit roughed up and weak from her time in captivity. He hadn't specified that they could play with her, but she was attractive enough that as long as he didn't specify that she should be left alone – it was a likelihood.
Victor hummed as he felt his arousal at the thought growing…
He could see her clothing dirty and torn, the luscious flesh exposed – the dazed look in her eye fading to fright as she realized who her captor was. He would stand over her, grabbing her wrist roughly and throwing her to the ground.
He caressed his growing erection through his pants…yeah, she would find that intimidating after the pathetic offerings of that fag Wonka. What did he ever want with that loser? Slugworth understood how business was done without all the cotton-candy and unicorns shitting rainbows that Wonka was notorious for. God only knew what he was doing to that kid in the factory anyway…
Victor would crouch above her, tearing the flimsy clothing from her body – unwrapping that tight toned body he'd only glimpsed that night in London exposing her small breast, jiggling slightly with his movements and as she trembled in shock and horror; those luscious pink lips peeking over the dirty rag in her mouth and cruelly digging into her face as it wrapped around her head.
He would relish those little whimpers she made, the moans and cries. Cherish the soft wet noises as he prodded her wet pussy – making her groan like the whore she was. He would memorize the twisted features of her face as he bit at those charming little breast, leaving deep red marks and bleeding welts.
Not able to resist the urge any more, Victor swallowed the remainder of his scotch in one gulp and hastily unbuttoned his pants and drew down the zipper – freeing himself from the constricting cloth.
He pried her thighs apart, caressign the soft skin mockingly. Then holding the long trembling legs wide as he could apart, he'd plunge himself into her unprepared body – her constricting heat and feeling resisting flesh as it tore under his assault.
He brought himself to completion with a strangled moan as he visualized their next meeting.
He caught his ejaculate in the empty glass, carefully setting it aside to rest on the side table – it was Waterford crystal after all – and something for Rosalinda to clean up when she came in this afternoon.
Smiling happily, he allowed himself to bask in the afterglow of a few minutes, lazily watching the news and feeling rather pleased with how things were turning out.
Tucking himself back into his pants and flipping off the television, Victor decided to head down to the business to see how things were going. No use getting lazy just because things were going his way.
Humming a song under his breath, Victor grabbed his keys and left the house.