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Charlie and the Chocolate factory 2	By : yami27 Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 2884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2; Pushed too far
Blast it! An 18 year old boy could not adapt something new and vivid without him or his chlorate that had branded his success long ago. Of course, Wonka could not stop Charlie’s invention. Nor could he destroy it. He wanted the boy to adapt and exercise new themes and ideas. But Wonka wanted to see his own hand play a part.
As he worked and the hours slipped away, chemicals boiled and water bubbled. He did not intend to tell the boy his plan. Keeping the samples and ingredients basic, all he had to do was enhance them and Charlie would never know.
“I’m not tampering with his work.” He assured himself as he flipped a green button, “I’m helping. And in doing so his work won’t fail, no matter what he does.” Too many times Charlie’s work had crumbled before the very public. His sales were sinking. The profit was low if not absent. Wonka wanted to help one last time.
Seconds, minutes, hours. Time was devoured within the four walls of the lab and lost all meaning as Wonka struggled on through the night. Charlie’s creation will be a success!
Charlie was up and tending breakfast with his family early in the morning. They always had their breakfast at 7:34. But this time, Wonka didn’t arrive for his breakfast with the Buckets. The boy sat uncomfortably at his usual seat, thinking that Willy must be late. He waited. Soon they started eating breakfast without him. He never turned up. Charlie sighed and kept his eyes down to his plate as he munched on his boiled egg and toast. It was then that his mother got up the courage to say; “Where’s Mr. Wonka?”
“I don’t know.” Charlie hastily surprised, trying to sound indifferent, “something must have kept him.”
“Probably another oompa loompa.” His father whispered darkly, “I don’t trust them. Never have. They give me the creeps.”
Charlie pushed his comment out of his head. “Maybe Wonka slept in?” Grandpa Joe suggested lightly.
“No.” Not once since they had been together had Wonka ever slept in. It just wasn’t like him. He was always up at 6:00am sharp to begin work in the factory.
Charlie grimly began his search for the chocolatier. Though he was distracted by the work that had to be done. It was numerous and needed attention. Loose knobs, machines that needed to be repaired.
The lab room was deserted, and so was the fudge, inventing room and the liquorice department. Strange. He thought. He had checked in nearly all of the places where Wonka usually spent most of his time. Maybe Grampa Joe was right. Though if the chocolate magician was still in bed, it seemed rude wakening him, or even checking to see if he were in there. So he approached in the most polite and possible way he could. He went up to a fourth floor and stopped outside a metal door. He knocked on it twice, his warm knuckles rapping on the cold steel. He heard a jump as if something landed on wood. Then there was a scuffle and a cough. “Just a minute!” Came a strained voice. Charlie stood stock still as his eyes stared at the metal door. So he was in there!
“Are you okay?” He asked. His voice was sharp and edgy with no sympathy in it whatsoever. He didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He silently cursed to himself. Then, the door swung quietly open. Wonka’s face lit up with a fake smile. The first thing Charlie noticed was that he wasn’t donning his hat. Nor was he in any fine red or velvet clothes. He was in a white, flimsy medieval gown and his hair was unbrushed. “Have you just woken up?” The boy almost choked out. He hoped against hope that Wonka wouldn’t be displeased with him for well… getting him up or disturbing him. As he waited for an answer he saw Wonka’s hand trembling as it rested on the door handle.
“Err, yeah!” His dark violet eyes didn’t smile nor were they radiant with inspiration. “I am terribly sorry, dear Charlie. I won’t be a moment. Just wait outside.” And he shut the door gently closed again. Charlie waited and Wonka re-entered, looking far more presentable. He had put on his deep red jacket and black shoes. His hat sat atop well-groomed hair. “So sorry…” Wonka repeated, his pale face grim as his body shivered. “I must have forgotten to set my alarm…”
“Think nothing else of it.” They walked together down the stairs. Charlie ignored the concern nagging at him. Wonka had never slept in before.
Yet as the day progressed, he soon forgot about the worry and the whole morning as he worked with Wonka. Together they strolled through the candy meadows and drew up more plans. “I want to make icicles next.” Charlie resounded. “To go with my snowball.”
“Well, yes you could. And guess what ‘m planning on making?”
“What?”
“The world’s first and most hottest fireball!”
Charlie nodded with false interest. “You’ve started it?”
“Well, not yet. Just the rough draft is all.” Wonka went on to a balcony overlooking the chocolate river as the waterfall overhead roared with immense power. “So,” his happy voice changed into something more cynical and dark, “have you ever regretted coming here? Living with me? Thinking how different things would be if you never found the last golden ticket?”
Charlie hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a test question. When he was a boy, he got scared of making Wonka angry if he answered wrongly. Over time though, he felt more confident in himself. Wonka had given him confidence, not his parents.
“Well, sometimes I think of how things would have been.” He confessed meekly. “But I don’t wish to dwell on things like that. I’m just so glad, so happy that I’m here. Not because I have a proper home, or food. It’s because I have you.”
“Really?” Wonka coughed.
“Yeah. And a job of course. This is the best business in all the world and someday it’ll be all mine!”
Wonka felt a little uncomfortable at the last words of his sentence. But he didn’t remark on it. He just adjusted his fake smile so he looked totally focused upon the joys of the factory. “Good. Because sometimes I wonder what would have happened if someone else won it instead, like Agustus for example, or Violet!”
“I dread to think.” He discerned the chocolate bubbling away down below. Soon, they moved on again and took to working laboriously in the inventing room. It was midday. The heat in the chamber was stifling. Wonka desperately tried to cover up his impending tiredness.
“How are you getting on with your icicles, Charlie?” He called from behind a tray full of candy ready to be tested.
“They keep melting before I add the icing to them!”
“Then take them to the fudge room! It’s plenty cold in there!”
“It’s not that that’s the problem…” He stopped sharply and forgot the rest of his sentence in an instant. Wonka had coughed again and had fallen backwards behind the candy. Charlie dropped what he was doing and rushed straight over to him. An oompa loompa shrieked in alarm, and ran for help. “Willy!” Charlie held him tight, the red velvet soft to the touch. Wonka’s hat fell but he didn’t move to retrieve it.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry… I must have lost my footing…” He was shaking like before. He struggled against the boy as he tried to stand back up. Charlie helped him as Wonka lent on his cane. He looked too thin.
“What’s going on?” Charlie demanded lightly as the chocolatier composed himself. “You’re making me worry!”
“I’m sorry. I’m fine, really.” He put a gloved hand to his forehead as the room spun. “There’s something I must tell you, dear Charlie…” He staggered over to the railings. Charlie helped him along. “I stayed up late last night… I think that’s why I’m tired. It’s nothing, honest. I must have… overworked…” Charlie tentatively wrapped an arm round Wonka’s emaciated waist. He was shaking immensely. The younger man tensed with flooding concern.
“Come on, no more apologising. I can see you’re clearly tired. I’ll take you up to your room.”
Wonka refused the offer. “No. I need some time alone. I… you can’t see me like this…” He turned sharply, the heels of his black boots clicking intensely on the marble floor. Charlie intervened.
“I’m taking you. Okay?” Wonka flinched at his touch. He dejected human company and attention. He still didn’t understand it. Charlie took his cold gloved hand and led him away from the inventing room. They took the seahorse boat and soon they reached Willy’s room. Charlie pushed the door open and took Wonka inside. His concern kept flaring anew. Wonka was convulsing. He could barely walk without help. What was wrong with him? Thankfully there were oompa loompas in the room. They must have heard from the one that saw Wonka fall. They helped take the chocolatier’s jacket off, and his black shoes.
“I’m fine.” Wonka grumbled miserably as his cane was removed from his bony hand. “I still haven’t finished the drafts…”
“Don’t think about work.”
“How can I not?” Wonka spat, getting furious. “Things need doing!”
Charlie rolled his eyes. He managed to force Wonka to lie down in his bed. An oompa loompa came and gave the weak magician a cup of hot chocolate milk.
“Get some sleep.” The boy advised strongly as he tucked him in. “I’ll take care of the work that needs to be done, promise.”
Wonka huffed irritably. He turned over and faced the wall. Charlie left, not wanting to make Wonka anymore angry. But why was he so thin and shaky? He wondered if he should inform this to his parents and his grandfather. Yet he knew Wonka wouldn’t be pleased if he found out Charlie was blurting out his personal problems.
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