Plead for mercy from the old man
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm afraid you can't leave," Chang slumps back into the chair. He crosses his hands in his lap.
"But why?" you plead.
"Because nobody is allowed to leave," Chang giggles and nods. "Not even me."
"We've done nothing to hurt you-"
"It's the Master's orders." That silly giggle again. "Master's orders!"
"What Master?" you demand to know, looking around.
"The Master who owned this house. He doesn't want anyone spreading stories."
"Stories?" you echo.
"The Master doesn't want people prying around." Chang has a faraway look in his eyes. "Before he died, he said to me, Chang, you must keep the people away."
"But he's your Master, not ours," you protest. "We don't have to take his orders!"
"In his house, you do!" He spat the words at both of you.
"Not fair!" Charmaine calls angrily. "We don't want to stay in your silly old house!"
"Have to, have to," Chang mutters, closing his eyes again. He puts the torch on the floor beside him.
"Where's Kwan?" you shout.
"Huh?" Chang opens one eye sleepily.
"Our brother!" Charmaine snaps. "Where did you put him?"
"Forgot, forgot..."
Soon the evil old man is curled up asleep, his lips part as he snores.
Charmaine shakes your arm. "What are we going to do?" she wants to know.
You shrug. You try to think.
You try to think what Mum and Dad would do.
And the police.
How would they find you?
Maybe someone at the mall has seen you two heading into the trees.
Maybe the police would find your bike tracks.
Maybe... maybe...
"We have to do something, Leng!" Charmaine pleads.
You look around. You found two useful tools you could use: a box of matches near your chained up bikes, and the torch Chang has placed beside him just now.
