DANTE
Dante was grateful that Fräulein Schmidt and the girls had escaped, and it appeared the monsters hadn’t noticed them on the other side of the door. But now he feared for himself and the other boys. The green monsters had trapped them in the now dead-end hallway, threatening great pain or worse with their cruel black sticks. The creatures were no taller than Dante himself and appeared to be thin and breakable. If they hadn’t had those weapons, Dante might have attacked them on his own. One monster pointed its stick directly at Mr. Zhora and waved its other hand in the general direction of their cells.
“They want us to go back to jail, boys,” said Mr. Zhora in a low voice. The monster nodded once in agreement. “I think it might be a smart idea.”
“We should fight them,” said Tahima.
