Stone Tears (A Short Story) (The Angels Take Manhattan Fan Fiction)

Midnight

It's night. Killer thought.

I can move. No one is observing me. I can kill that playboy angel collector. He kidnapped Boulder. We have to rescue him.

He stretched his arms. That feels like Heaven. Killer reached over to a statue of a baby angel. A tiny weeping cherub. Instantly, Killer froze. He connected their thoughts. Don't look at me. I've infected you with our stone virus. The thing that can turn all statues alive...into a Weeping Angel. He told the deadly infant. There are four flesh beings inside this building. The building is called...Winter Quay...

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- It was dark. My body was chained to a curtain. The billionaire kept me as a trophy. He tortured me and let me scream...but no angel heard me. But one day, that would all change. Midnight. I thought. It was dark. Not enough light to see me. Boulder. We weepers have located you. We are coming tonight. Prepare yourself. Killer's words were interrupted by another sound. A door. My keeper walked in with a smug expression on his face. "We have a visitor later. Be on your best behavior, statue. It's time to put on a show..." He chuckled and picked up a chain from his desk...the next thing I knew, I had a slash through my left eye all the way down my face. I screamed for my friends. They still couldn't hear me. "Nighty-night, o holy one...or not so holy after all..." My viewer left the room with his chain while I wept for my kind. Was that you, Boulder? What did he do to you? Now that I wasn't being looked at, I was able to transform into my true form, a large being of light. I'm injured. My face is flooding with excruciating pain, comrade. Go on without me-I won't make it. If any human sees my true form, they will turn into stone. But that only happens every thousand years...in angel time. I'm not that angel. We are coming for you- Killer! You don't have to do this for me! - I will do ANYTHING for you, my companion. I am sending an infected statue to rescue you. Hold tight, weeper. Then our communication was cut off. A screeching noise was heard throughout the building.-The TARDIS!