A/N Own nothing that doesn't belong to me. Thanks to my beta.

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Chapter 2: Meeting Willy Wonka

I showed up early at the small gate of the factory the next afternoon. I was never early for anything. Hell, I never had anything that I went to that required a specific time for me to show up. Life happened when I decided it to. I wondered if Charlie would even show up. Maybe Mr. Wonka told him I was nuts and he wasn't to speak to me. It would make sense. If I was a parent, I would keep my child away from me.

I sat in front of the gates, looking down the street towards the school. I really hoped Charlie would be coming soon. It was getting quite cold out. I heard a small noise behind me and instantly reacted. I jumped up and got ready to defend myself if necessary. A tall man in a strange purple coat and hat was looking down at me. "What?"

He was inside the gates. Was this possibly Willy Wonka? The teenage boy turned onto the street. I could see him running down towards us. He quickly waved to me before getting himself inside. I sized the man up and it looked like he was doing the same to me. He was pale, like I was but I had heard stories that he has never seen daylight so how would I know his natural color. His eyes were a blue-purple color. It was amazing to look at, but still not mine. He was only a couple inches taller than I was and he had a slim build. Tall and slim weren't really much to go on.

Charlie was watching us and I barely heard him ask me my name. "Kali." My mother's joke as to what I represented. She enjoyed telling me how great a mistake I was which is why she claims she named me after a goddess of death. I actually like my name very much, but I never told her that. It would have ruined her fun.

The unknown man made a little motion with his hands and Charlie unlocked the gate. "Come on in." The kid was waving me in. I went. Who in their right mind wouldn't enter the gates of the factory if given the chance? The man began walking towards the factory and Charlie told me to follow. Once again I did. Hell why not? It's not like I had anything better to do.

The two guys took me as far as the entrance. We walked in the door and stopped. I looked around unimpressed. It was just a large room. I had heard a few rumors of supposedly magical things in the building and figured they were all bullshit. I was right.

The man finally spoke. "What is it you want?" I almost laughed at his voice. It wasn't very manly at all. His hair was pretty girlish as well.

"I just wanted to know who my father is." I had already told this to Charlie and was pretty annoyed that I had to repeat myself. I didn't even know who this was that I was talking to.

"Why do you think it's me?"

So this guy was Willy Wonka? I guess my mother was wrong, or crazy, or just that much of a whore. "My mother told me that it was. I wanted to find out."

Mr. Wonka kept examining me and started walking around me. I wanted to smack him across the face. If there was a hair of a possibility that he was my father there was no way in hell he was getting from me what he got from my mother. "How old are you?"

"25." I stared at him with my arms crossed. Maybe he did actually know my mother.

His nervous laughter was scary as all hell. I took a step back waiting for him to snap. He started walking away and Charlie followed and motioned for me to follow as well. "Where the hell are we going now?"

"Watch your language, little girl." That freak definitely called me a little girl. If I wasn't so lost already I would have punched him and left.

After a maze of rooms, we finally stopped. We were in what looked like a doctor's office. I actually have never seen the inside of a doctor's office but I have heard about them. This is exactly what I would expect it to look like. The room was all white and it was just too clean without the clean feeling. "So what are we doing? Did you bring me here to kill me or something?"

Mr. Wonka turned around to look at me strangely. Charlie had the same look. I just shrugged. I had no clue was I was doing here. I almost jumped and screamed when I saw a bunch of little men come out of the door. I don't mean little as in very short. I just mean little as in not human. There was one in a white lab coat and he came over to me with a tiny needle. I had no clue what was going on.

Charlie stood next to me. "He is a doctor. He is going to do a DNA test to see if Willy is your father." I looked over towards Mr. Wonka to see that another little man in a white coat was taking some of his blood. I nodded and let the man pulled up my sleeve. I heard the little gasp come from all of them when they saw my veins. I was ashamed of it, but it was a part of who I was. Hopefully not forever; but for now it was.

"How long will it take to find out?" I was a bit excited, but I didn't know why. Would it really change anything to know what my last name should be? I didn't blame whoever my father was, especially since my mother never told him.

"A couple of days." Mr. Wonka was putting his coat back on and fiddling with it.

"Alright then. Do one of you two mind showing me the way out? I can come back in a few days." I figured I could meet Charlie back at the gates after school in a couple of days to get the results.

Charlie spoke up quickly. "Well, you could stay for dinner tonight. Mum wouldn't be happy if you left without dinner." The idea of food sounded good, but I wasn't sure if I trusted myself to be around them. I thought about it for a minute until I noticed something cold against my chest.

"Ahh!" I yelled out and went to hit the little man touching my chest. Charlie restrained me just in time.

"It's alright. He is doing a physical. It's what doctors do." I didn't trust this little man, but I let him continue. He touched and poked and prodded and squeezed my arm with some strange thing. He made me stand on a scale, but I really didn't look at the number. I was fairly sure I didn't want to even if I knew what was normal. He looked unhappy when he was finished and I really didn't care.

"Come on, dinner will be ready soon." I followed Charlie and Mr. Wonka came behind me. We got to a small doorway that one of those little men might fit through, but Mr. Wonka wouldn't.

Mr. Wonka looked at me as if expecting me to say something. I just crossed my arms and waited for whatever it was he was going to do. He looked a little disappointed and opened the door. It turned out to be an illusion. The entire wall was the door and it opened to a very large room. The room was very colorful, full of strange plants and large mushrooms. It had a brown rive running through it. I immediately assumed it was dirty until the smell of melted chocolate hit me. A chocolate river?