The Fallen Angel Rises

Chapter 3: Burning Sensation

As I slowly turn around, I see an old man holding a lit match as his hand is shaking. He eyes me head to toe. "The demons have come for me! I'll burn you all back to Hell!" he says as he lets go of the match. The floor goes up in flames around me, luckily I didn't get burnt... at least, not badly at the moment. My wing feels as it has been stripped clean of its feathers, and it hurts like a mother fucker. I struggle to find a way out of the flames, but there's none. This was gonna be the end of me. Already?! I wasn't prepared to let that happen just yet. The old hermit seems to have left me to die. I quickly step over the flames and run to the other side of the room. My entire right arm is burnt and so is half of my left wing. I slowly make my way to the hallway. I'm coughing really hard because the smoke from the fire in the room behind me. I see the old man rush into a room and slam the door. I head for the door and start hitting the door with my fist. "Go away! Go away!" the old man shouts from inside the room. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you! Please just open up. I need help, and you trying to burn me alive hasn't helped!" I call back to him, and moments later, the door slowly unlocks and opens...