I waited. I waited for my buddies. No one ever came. The door flung open. I was limited to stone once more. "This is my most prized possession." Said my master to a tan lady with curly beige hair. She gasped. "Do you know how dangerous it is to imprison a Weeping Angel? It's screaming-screaming for it's family. And they WILL come..." She rushed towards me with a glowing pale rod. It seemed to scan me. "I-it's hurt! What do you do to it?" Were her words. My bald torturer flipped the light switch. I saw it as my chance. In a split-second, my hand grasped her wrist. The lights were turned on again. He chuckled. "You see, Prof. Song...I have collected many alien artifacts through the years, but this one...this is one is an experiment for the human race's survival. I wanted to see if this villain felt pain." He explained. The lady looked shocked. "Why? Don't you see already? It's face is contorted with pain! We'll all be killed!" She exclaimed. The keeper grinned and went to the hallway, leaving this human and I alone. She quickly called- "Honey! Come quick! My wrist!" A tall man and two other beings rushed in. The man had a tweed jacket, a bowtie, a dress shirt, shoes, and pants on...and a floppy quiff was styled into his hair. The Doctor. His two companions seemed to be like magnets to each other and always stayed close. One was a female red-head...the other was a male with a long nose. "River!" The English-Accented Doctor ran to me and also scanned me with a lighted stick. He looked at it and hit my wrist...HARD. It cracked. A pain went through me. "That won't work! We have to figure out something else!" Song informed them. The Doctor started to pace. "The book said I was going to break something. It must be your wrist! We have to think of a safe way! If you break it trying to get free, the fantasy will be true!" He shouted. "I'll think of a way! I promise!" The lady yelled back. He kneeled into front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Becau-because I'm not strong enough, River..."
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Stone Tears (A Short Story) (The Angels Take Manhattan Fan Fiction)
FanfictionThis is the view of a Weeping Angel named Boulder. Boulder was just like any other Weeping Angel, except he was captured and experimented on by a 1900's relic collector in New York. (the cut angel in the angels take Manhattan that broke River's wris...