"Me. So what?!"
With his eyes, he examines you from head to toe and smiles evilly.
"You got guts kid. I like that. Like your attitude. People, who
step in here, usually don't live to get back outside. It’s your lucky
day. Because of what you said, I’m going to let go."
You stare at him blankly. 'Huh?' you think. 'Just because of a few
words I win?' "Err," you say. "Thanks..."
"No problem, and your little friend here, consider him lucky to
have a friend like you, here," he chucked to you a small bottle
of some liquid. You catch it just in time. "Give it to your
friend, he’ll need it. Sprinkle it over his wound twice a day."
"Err, sure..."
"One more thing... never EVER come back into this place
understand?"
"Err, okay..."
"Now, LEAVE! IMMEDIATELY!"
You help Kevin up and lead him out of the house. You rested him on a
nearby tree and opened the medicine bottle. It smelt AWFUL. You
sprinkle some over Kevin's wound as the man had told you to. "Ou!
Argh!" Kevin winced in pain. Thinking back, you thought it was
weird... 'How come we couldn’t go back to that place? It's just a
cottage... isn't it? Should I go back...?'
Investigate or not to investigate...? The choice is yours.
"I – I..." you stutter at first, but you inhaled and it took
all your strength to say... "... Me," and exhaled. 'Great,'
you thought. 'Used everything I had in me to come up with one word.
Well, might as well make the most of it...’ You stare into his
cold-blooded eyes. "And so what?! What ya gonna do about it,
huh?" you start. With word arguments, you were usually the one
that won. "Yeah, I stepped in this place. But – I don't see a
sign labeling: 'Mr. Long haired dude's property' now, do I? Nooooo.
What makes you say this little cottage is YOURS?"
