Dusk Is A Derivative Of Dawn - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and anything affiliated with it.
Some people feel shame. Most do, actually. I know I do. My sister, however, was not one of those people.
"Elvynne!" My mother called from the kitchen. "Tell Adeline to come here now!" Her german accent usually intensified when she was angry or stressed. My mother generally wasn't an angry woman, but she stressed over a lot of things that shouldn't need to be. Dinner, for instance. My father, an Englishman, had met her while traveling around Europe and instantly fell in love with her. They married, and he came back to England with him when he returned. The most cliched romantic story in the book.
"Yes, mother." I answered back distractedly, finishing off my sentence that I was writing for a school essay. I got up, placing my book on the couch and sauntered up the stairs.
Sighing, I knocked on my older sister's door.
"Adeline, mother wants to talk to you." I called.
She opened the door suddenly, her golden curls bouncing and her face beaming. She gripped my arm, hauling me into her bedroom and slamming the door shut.
I sighed again, looking around her room. Almost every inch of the wall was plastered with posters of the famous, albeit enigmatic, chocolatier; Willy Wonka, and chocolate bar wrappers. I think there was a small poster of Eminem somewhere, but I didn't bother looking for it.
She plonked down at her desk, typing furiously at her computer.
"We've got another sighting. If we want to catch him, we have to leave right now."
I shook my head. "When will give in? So what is your plan this time, then?"
"Lily will meet us down at the public garden, where he was spotted. You, my dear sister, will play the burglar. Genius, isn't it? Well, I can't really take credit for it though. I got the idea after watching Mr. Deeds. You know, that woman pretends to be mugged in order to get his attention, so that she can spy on him because she's actually an undercover news reporter." She shook her head in distaste, still typing.
"Why are you so insistent for me to come along with you on every failure of an adventure? I don't even know him, let alone like him. I think he's weird."
She gasped dramatically and spun around in her chair, her mouth hanging open.
"Take it back!"
"You said he was weird!"
"I'm aware of what I said, and I stand by it."
"That may be so, but he's a nice type of weird. An amazing, lovely, perfect type..."
"You don't know him." I pointed out.
"I will, If you hurry up!"
"But mother wants you."
"Who cares? We'll go out the window." She jumped up, pulling on her jacket and handbag.
"Don't you think I'll be a little bit...small for a burglar?"
"You are rather diminutive."
She shrugged. "You can be an angry midget, then. Hurry up!" She suddenly pulled a black hat with holes cut so that I could see. I recoiled from her sudden attack, but then sighed.
"You're going to get me in so much trouble, Adeline. With the police and with mother."
"C'mon, Elf. You've got to let go once in a while. Live on the edge, like me!"
"Living on the edge is awfully risky. There's always the chance that you'll lose your momentum and fall off."
She hauled open the window and began climbing out.
"Hurry!" She hissed.
I followed after her when she was out of my way, and carefully made my way down to the edge of the roof, hissing as the snow froze my hands. The hat made it hard to see, but I wasn't in a good position to take it off. I would be needing both hands to keep myself from falling off the rood. After sucking in a few breaths, I put my legs over, gripping the edge, and let myself fall onto the chair. I winced slightly, but the escape plan had seemed to be a success. Adeline was already on her bike, and I hurried after her, getting on top of my own bike and kicking the stand out from underneath. I resisted the urge to tell her how unsafe it was to go bike riding when the ground was this covered in snow and ice.
I rode beside her, struggling to catch up as she sped down the street.
"So, what do I do?"
"When we see him, you have to run up to me, push me over and grab my bag. Okay?"
"Repeat that to me." She said, the wind making her golden hair thrash around her face.
"When I see him, I'll run up to you, push you over and grab your bag."
"Perfect!" She grinned gleefully.
"Fuck you." I said in an undertone.
"Huh?" She asked.
"Oh, thanks! Stop here."
With difficulty, I stopped my bike and leant it against the brick wall as she had done.
"They're not going to be safe here." I said.
She shrugged. "Ah well. I never liked my bike anyway. I'm glad to be rid of it." She announced, and strode quickly around the corner, fixing her hair and flattening her skirt. The public garden was just across the street.
She squealed. "I think I see him!"
I squinted, trying to see him. I couldn't really tell which one was him, though. There weren't many people out in this weather, but the park wasn't empty. There were two people sitting on a bench, but I couldn't see their faces very well. From what I could tell, they were an elderly couple. There were more people wandering about, but I couldn't see their faces either.
"Where is that idiot?" She hissed, probably talking about Lily. "Ugh. It doesn't matter. If we stall any longer waiting for her, we'll surely miss him."
She looked to me. "Alright. I'll walk by him. You follow behind me, but be discreet. Like you're not following me. When I nod, attack."
I nodded uncertainly, and followed as discreetly as I could behind her.
When she got far enough, she stopped walking and I could see which person she was meaning. The man was deathly pale, with chocolate brown hair framing his face. He was wearing a plum colored suit and walked with a limp and a walking stick. A little boy walked directly beside him, and I assumed it was Charlie, who'd I seen in countless newspaper articles and whom my sister constantly and continuously expressed her jealousy towards.
She turned back to me, fanning her face with a silly smile and I gave her a small thumbs up. She looked back at the two people, straightening up slightly and then turned back to me quickly, nodding. I ran forward, but tripped over my laces, falling face first into the snow. I got up quickly, disguising my embarrassment with an angry growl, trying to brush the snow off of my hat as I ran towards my sister. When I got towards her, I pushed her over. I'm sure in a real life situation, that wouldn't have even pushed a small kitten over, but she fell over anyway, willingly. I snatched her bag away from her, and she screamed.
"Help! Help! A robber! He stole my bag!" She cried out like a damsel in distress.
"Grrrrr!" I replied weakly, and lifted myself up, trying to look aggressive.
I ran, but the bag slipped from my grip momentarily, and I picked it up, casting a glance back at Charlie and the Chocolatier. The young boy was pulling on his mentor's sleeve, but he seemed completely uninterested in the situation. Adeline was mouthing something at me, her brow furrowing.
"Do something." I think it was.
I hesitated for a split-second, but then crouched down behind a rose-bush, removing my hat, and bouncing up again, hurrying over to her.
"Oh no!" I cried. "I think she's going into, uh, cardiac arrest!"
She started jerking around.
"That's a seizure, you imbecile!" I hissed quietly at her.
"What do I do then?" She whispered.
"Just lay there, I think. Gasp I little. I really don't know!"
Charlie came over, pulling Willy Wonka by the sleeve. Adeline started hyperventilating. I wasn't sure wether it was part of the act or not.
"Oh no! This woman is, uh, going to die! Do you know CPR?" I asked them awkwardly.
"Not at all." Came Willy Wonka's reply. I noticed that his voice was slightly childlike.
"Call the ambulance!" Charlie insisted.
I kicked Adeline, figuring we'd get into a lot more trouble if the hospital realized that it was a false call. She seemed to realize that too, and winced.
"Ouch. Thanks, dear stranger. That seemed to have done the trick. I'm all better now!" She grinned, getting up and brushing herself off.
"And thank you for saving my life." She squeaked, looking at the famous Willy Wonka.
He frowned at her. "I did nothing." "Oh, what a modest hero! Thanks to you, I'll be able to get to the, uh, homeless, blind orphan's shelter and volunteer tonight!"
She clasped her hands together, her large malachite colored eyes shining brightly.
I repressed a sigh of jealousy towards her looks. She took after my mother. Tall, slim, with rosy cheeks, curls of glossy golden hair and irradiant green-blue eyes. I, on the other hand, looked like my father. You'd think with both my parents being tall, I would too. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I had dark brown hair, almost black that could maybe look reddish in the sunlight. It was fairly long, mainly because I didn't care for it enough to cut or style it, and pin straight. My skin was colorless, rendered even more so because of the contrast with the dark coloring of my hair. My eyes, almost identical to my father's, were a cold shade of grey, devoid of warmth. Overall, my appearance was sullen, dismal and unexceptional. It would probably help if my personality was warmer, funnier, brighter, but it unfortunately matched my looks perfectly. I had a hard time throughout school getting people to believe Adeline was my sister. If it wasn't for the slight accent and Adeline's willingness to admit I was related to her, I'd bet they'd still think I was lying to this day. I wouldn't blame her if she pretended not to know me, in all honesty.
"That's very good of you." He said dismissively. He reached into his coat, taking out a pocket watch and looking at it. "Jeepers, would you look at the time! Well, we should be off, now."
Adeline gaped. "No! Wait! Bring me with you!"
"What?" He asked.
"I meant, at least do me the honor or rewarding you with my presence."
"Rewarding me with your presence?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Fine. Presents, then. Let me buy you something." God, she was awkward.
"Oh, It's okay. I'd rather you don't waste your money."
"Don't be silly. But, I just happen to have none on me at the moment, so It'll have to be my presence."
"I'm getting confused." Willy Wonka admitted, twisting his gloves slightly. I heard them squeak as they rubbed together.
"Willy, you should call a doctor. She's unwell." Charlie insisted anxiously.
Adeline put a dainty hand to her forehead, sighing in sorrow. "Ah, yes, yes. I feel faint, actually. One of you might have to hold me."
"I'm the the ground will love to do that." Willy Wonka replied enthusiastically. "But I really should be going, now. We've got an arrangement with the President to get to. You should thank this wonderful stranger instead." He nodded to me.
"Oh, she did nothing." She waved a hand, and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Tell you what, meet me here tomorrow at 2:00pm and I'll buy you something then. My name's Adeline, by the way." She smiled, twirling a strand of her hair.
"...Bye." He said, confused. Adeline suddenly hugged him, and Willy Wonka staggered back, shocked and horrified. She skipped off happily, giggling.
I looked back at Willy Wonka, who was also staring after, frowning in disbelief.
"I'm sorry." I apologized to him. "That was my sister. She's a huge fan, and she was hoping to meet you."
"Ah. Well, that makes sense. I thought the mugger and you had very similar clothing. That, and I never recalled them to be so clumsy."
"Indeed. Well, again I apologize for her behavior. She means well. Also, don't feel obliged to meet her again. I doubt she will feel too discouraged. Although, discouragement would no doubt be beneficial on your part. "
"That's perfectly fine! Who's the eldest outta you two?" He asked in curiosity.
"She is. She's just turned 18, a year older than I am. Although, in many ways she's still a child.." I trailed off for a second, beginning to get lost in my thoughts, but then snapped back into reality. "However, I won't keep you any longer. It was an honor to meet you, Mr. Wonka." I slung Adeline's bag over my shoulder.
"The pleasure is mine." He grinned, revealing a set of perfectly straight, white teeth, and tipped his hat. "As an aside, what's your name?"
"Elvynne." I said.
He nodded, and I turned and walked back across the park, jogging across the road and grabbing my bike from around the corner. Adeline was already there, waiting impatiently with her bike.
"So? What did he say? Did he ask about me? Will he come tomorrow? Does he smell nice" She was practically jumping on the spot with excitement.
"He didn't say if he was or not." I answered, kicking the stand from under the bike. I looked back at her. "You hugged him, for god's sake. I'm sure you smelt him. That's slightly weird, by the way."
She squeaked, scrunching her hands up in front of her chest. "Oh my god, I can't believe I finally met him! Holy crap. Wow. He looks even more beautiful in real life than in the posters." She swooned.
"You came, you saw and now you must leave."
"Fuck. I should have gotten a picture." Her pretty face pouted.
"Get one tomorrow."
She hesitated, torn, but then nodded.
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