B20C10/11 - Fire Hose

<Current is still strong,> Rachel said.

<Really loud, isn't -> I started to say, then a sudden vertical jerk and woooosh, down a curving, rough-walled pipe, a sudden crush of pressure and . . .

<Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!>

No pipe! I was hurtling through the air!

My eel eyes weren't good for much, but they could see the fire.

The fire that was everywhere!

<Aaaahhhh!> The others exploded from the end of the nozzle.

We were five eels. Blown from the end of a fire hose, arcing through the air toward a burning building.

(...)

Through the air!

Through a window.

Splat!

I hit, then skidded across a floor.

<Demorph!> Rachel yelled.

I didn't need any encouragement. The rush of water shoved me up against a stove. I was demorphing, water hammering me.

But I didn't mind the water. The alternative was fire.

My human eyes returned and instantly began to sting. I squinted, shielding my face with a slimy, vestigial hand. The others rose like horrible monsters from the swirling water.