punk_poser
04-10-2006, 04:40 AM
Tell me what you think! It's a tiny Willy Wonka fic, a bit disturbing :) Rate away plz. :)
The thick, intense smell of freshly made milk chocolate filled the air. His pale, almost grayish coloured ghostly face drew an unforgettable smile as his crystal blue eyes locked with mine. His top hat matched his velvet-red trench-coat and his leather shoes seemed as if they had just been polished.
His willowy body leaned against the fluro-green wall. I watched as his hands were trembling underneath his purple gloves. Willy Wonka extended his hands out to Charlie Bucket’s neck, his smile still growing, as he choked the boy. After all, Charlie was helpless; his grandpa (along with my mother) had been taken away by the Oompa Loompa’s. The other kids were all taken, earlier, and it was just Charlie and I, until now.
Wonka released his clenching hand from around Charlie’s neck and we both watched as he fell to the candy-covered floor. Charlie’s face was blue and seemed almost frozen. Wonka’s smile disappeared.
“Well then, on with the tour!” He picked up his walking stick (which seemed to be made of jawbreakers) and beamed another smile at me. I smiled back, scared out of my mind, and followed him into the next room.
He opened the door, slowly. All I could hear was dripping.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“This is my favorite room,” Wonka started laughing.
My heart was racing. There was no candy in this room. The floor was covered in blood; the smell of flesh now filled the air and in each corner or the room, and in the centre, stood tall, silver cages. Wonka put his hand on my shoulder. I casted my teary eyes on the shadows in the cages. There were the other ticket winners.. chained up like animals.. blood pouring from their necks, legs and torsos.
Wonka crouched down on the ground and looked into my eyes.
“You win little girl,” he smiled. “Now, pick a cage and then we’ll make our newest candy coated chocolate delight!”.
The thick, intense smell of freshly made milk chocolate filled the air. His pale, almost grayish coloured ghostly face drew an unforgettable smile as his crystal blue eyes locked with mine. His top hat matched his velvet-red trench-coat and his leather shoes seemed as if they had just been polished.
His willowy body leaned against the fluro-green wall. I watched as his hands were trembling underneath his purple gloves. Willy Wonka extended his hands out to Charlie Bucket’s neck, his smile still growing, as he choked the boy. After all, Charlie was helpless; his grandpa (along with my mother) had been taken away by the Oompa Loompa’s. The other kids were all taken, earlier, and it was just Charlie and I, until now.
Wonka released his clenching hand from around Charlie’s neck and we both watched as he fell to the candy-covered floor. Charlie’s face was blue and seemed almost frozen. Wonka’s smile disappeared.
“Well then, on with the tour!” He picked up his walking stick (which seemed to be made of jawbreakers) and beamed another smile at me. I smiled back, scared out of my mind, and followed him into the next room.
He opened the door, slowly. All I could hear was dripping.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“This is my favorite room,” Wonka started laughing.
My heart was racing. There was no candy in this room. The floor was covered in blood; the smell of flesh now filled the air and in each corner or the room, and in the centre, stood tall, silver cages. Wonka put his hand on my shoulder. I casted my teary eyes on the shadows in the cages. There were the other ticket winners.. chained up like animals.. blood pouring from their necks, legs and torsos.
Wonka crouched down on the ground and looked into my eyes.
“You win little girl,” he smiled. “Now, pick a cage and then we’ll make our newest candy coated chocolate delight!”.