Thanks AbbieCole, once again. Can you tell me which bits you liked and stuff? And what could be better?
"This is the room that you three will be staying in," said Mike to Johnny, Rick and Gus.
The place they were in was quite different from the other rooms. For one, it was longer and it had 3 beds in it.
"What are those?" asked Gus, pointing at the window.
Everyone stepped a bit closer. There were some candles on the mantelpiece. But the flames were too large. It looked as if something was resting on the candles.
"This looks a bit—" Mike picked up one of the candles. He looked down and saw that the flames had faces. It was a fire demon he was looking at!
The demon suddenly surged up to Mike's face and burned his nose.
"Ow!"
The fire demon suddenly grew wider and it enveloped the windows. The flames spread to surround the room as the boys just watched.
Mike, still holding onto his nose, watched as the room they were in was getting hot. He let go and looked down at his hands, which were covered with blood that had dripped from his nose.
"How are we gonna get out of here?" said Johnny.
They looked around saw that every exit of the room was sealed by flares. They couldn't escape, especially as the temperature was exceeding quite quickly.
"It's too hot! Too hot!" Gus screamed, at once, dropping to the floor and covering his face with his arms.
"Guys," said Mike. "We need to think of something to get out of here! Surely someone can hear us."
"I've got it!" said Rick. He ripped off the shirt he was wearing.
"What are you doing?" said Johnny. "We have no time to make ourselves warm with this heat."
"No, I think it'll work," Rick answered. "That flame is a sort of demon. If I put my shirt on the fire, then maybe all the fire will transform to my shirt."
Cautiously, Rick held out his shirt and walked over to where the door was. He allowed one flame to lick the cuff. When he did, he let the shirt drop to the ground. And as if by magic, the flares transported their way from each edge of the room into Rick's shirt.
Mike, Johnny and Rick, with bated breath, looked on as the Fire Demon was shrinking in Rick's shirt. It finally disappeared, leaving the shirt all charred and ragged. Rick didn't hesitate to pick it up.
"I can't wear this anymore." He turned to Mike. Mike's nose was singed and it was still bleeding.
Gus stopped rocking and got up. "I've got some tissues. How come a fire started from that one candle?"
Mike spoke while rubbing the tissues on his nose. "This place isn't safe. Nor is it normal. Everyone has to get out of here." He looked at Rick who didn't have a shirt on. "I'll give you my jumper. You did save us from that fire."
I know it's shorter than the last but anyway... what's your verdict?
