The Alien Invasion (On Hold)

Chapter 1: The Statues

     I walk down a shaded path with a friend of mine whose name was Steven. We reached a clearing in which there sat two benches opposite of each other on either side of the edges of the woods; one sat on the left and one on the right. I look around the clearing, and I see a stone statue of an angel that appears to be weeping into its hands. I look away from the angel and instead i look upon the trees as to see if there is any wildlife. But to my disappointment there was none so i decide to take another look at the angel, but it was gone.

     "Did you see that?" I muse, "The statue... it moved," I point to where the stone statue once was.

     Where could it have gone? It's not like anyone could've moved it. . . I think to myself.

     "It didn't move. There was never any statue there in the first place," Steven stated, obviously with the idea that i'd gone completely insane. He looks at me for the first time since we began walking down the path and into the clearing, which was thirty minutes ago and he says with mock concern, "I think you might be going crazy"

     I look at the sky, an action I immediately regret it because as soon as i looked i felt immense pain on my eyes, When did the sun get so bright!? I yell inside my head. 

     As soon as I was finished yelling at the sun I moved toward the bench on the left and place myself upon it. A moment later I hear my phone make a dinging sound, and I take it out of the back pocket of my jeans and click messages to see who it is. Upon doing this I realize that it's only my brother Mark, who had sent me a message saying, "Hey Amber, could you possibly meet me at a gas station and give me some money, please?"

As I read this I roll my eyes at his stupidity and reply with, "No, you need to remember to bring your money with you. Wait, weren't you supposed to get paid today?"

Steven looks at me with confusion as I exclaim, "Seriously!? it can't be that hard to remember to bring your wallet with you! He is so irresponsible!"

"It's your brother, isn't it?"

I nod my head mutely.

"He's always doing stuff like that. It must get pretty annoying."

"It definitely does; It annoys the crap out of me."

   When i see the stone angel once more I immediately try to get Steven's attention by smacking his arm while determined not to look away from the angel I saw before; it's now standing right in the middle of the path from where we came. I squint to see it clearly, as it seems to have changed position from the first time I saw it, but it has to be the same statue as the one i saw before. When i saw it first, its hands were covering its face, but now its hands are down to its sides.

     I wince in pain, as I see what seems to be four of the angels in a circle around a big blue police box that somehow dematerialized but left two people sitting in the middle; a boy and girl. The statues did not move anymore but stood staring at each other; They must have been stuck! Even when the two that were in the middle of the circle weren't looking at them, they were still as if they were unable to move at that point. At once the scene disappeared and i was again sitting on a bench. Then an idea popped into my head: Maybe when you look at them, they are nothing but stone, but when you look away they're alive. 

There was a brief moment of triumph but then i realized something; I had never seen one of these (that moved that is) in my life, so how could i possibly know this? I felt myself begin to fall and vaguely i could hear Steven's voice before everything became a blur, and then nothing but black, as i fell out of consciousnesses. 

     I wake up in a hospital bed, and before anyone had time to noticed that I had awoken, I say feebly, "Weeping angels."

     Steven and Mark were standing in the corner of the room having a conversation, but when I spoke they both came rushing over to me. My eyes quickly adjust to the light, and I try to sit up, but fail, resulting in falling back down onto the bed. As soon as he heard what I had said Steven questions  not even asking if I'm okay, "Weeping angels . . .  Is 'weeping angel' the name for that statue you saw?"