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*Note: I deleted this after it had been up for about an hour. If you read it before, I made some major plot changes. So It’s up to you if you want to re-read it. (Highly recommended.)
The Doctor
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So, here’s the NEW AND IMPROVED plan (pretend to read that in a completely fake television commercial voice) investigate the house and try not to get killed. That’s what I say is a foolproof plan but logic doesn’t quite work in my situation.
Trudging up the never ending (well I say ‘never ending’ but I probably just need exercise, man am I tired) hill I brushed past all the willows onto the bluff leading towards the path which reached the house. Walking on the stone path I made a motion to let Clair know I needed her.
“Clair could you go look in the house and tell me what you see? Keep on watch for a creepy looking angel statue. I’m 35% sure it won’t be able to notice you but it might since technically you are both caught up in the time stream. Ah whatever, just go please.” I babbled, trying to cover all situations but I’m actually less than 35% sure it will not notice her, more like 20% sure. Oh well, close enough I guess.
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Clair
“Fine.” I huffed, annoyed that he was making me doing this. Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I’m his personal scout.
How am I going to get in there in the first place? I don’t think he realizes that he has to open some sort of entryway in order for me to get through. Wait, open window! (That’s suspiciously convenient but it’s open so I’m not complaining.)
Crawling through the rusty frame of the window, I jumped down onto the carpet without any noise. Honestly I hope to whatever that, ‘that thing’ doesn’t notice me or it sounds like I’m in some big trouble. Won’t that be fun? (*note sarcastic tone)
Walking through what looked like the kitchen (how would I know, it’s like 200 years before I was even born) there was nothing interesting. Wait, there’s a creepy stuffed squirrel. Like I said NOTHING interesting. Why would someone even keep that in their house, well I know why he’s not married (not to mention that demonic angel statue I just passed by).
Shoot, didn’t the Doctor say something to warn me about that? Why am I so talented at not listening, if only that was a sport along with the ability to get easily distracted?
Turning back to rock on my heels I let the rough carpet prickle through my skin before taking a deep breath before attempting to look back. The atmosphere suddenly feels anxious and scared or those might as well be my feelings.
Stepping backwards in a spinning motion I felt myself gasp as cool air rushed down my throat. My nose was less than a centimeter away from the brushed cream marble of the angels serene smile, hands covering its face. (So that’s what everyone was scared of it doesn’t seem to bother me other than the initial shock but behind the calm comes the storm, or at least that’s how I think it went.)
Maybe I should check it out, yeah that’s always such a good idea. Wow I’m totally starting to sound like the Doctor and that truly scares me. Imagining to run my fingers was as close as I could get to it without my lack of touch. As my fingers went deeper in they seemed to connect with the stone that seemed like it was shifting at an alarming rate. Lifting my head up to stare at the being, it’s face started shifting into different expressions all at once as the arms reached out to grab my head between its iron grasp.
Well that the last time I’m going to trust the Doctor, and I think the ‘last’ it literal at this point. That must’ve been his theory about the fourth dimension where the angel and I don’t really exist but still take up a small spot in reality.
The fingers started to tighten just as I reached my hand up and started banging on the marble surface as hard as possible, trying to chip a piece of ‘flesh’ off. After a second my hand managed to dislodge one of the wrists, breaking it off as one of the hands feel to the ground making it unable to hold me anymore.
Filling the silence that lasted for a millisecond due to my non beating hands on it’s exterior, a high sonic siren started up drowning out any possible noise. And that is what I would think of screaming in the angels’ case because in all honesty I just broke one of its hands, which I doubt it can grow back.
Starting to pace backwards I broke into a run facing the front of the house, looking back every few seconds to see the angels’ rapidly flickering body move after me still reaching for whatever it could hold. Turning my head it was even closer until I reached the still open window, crawling through as quickly as I could allow. A tugging feeling alarmed me as the angel had a hold on the fabric trailing down my shirt; oh heck no you are not going to do that. Pulling against its force I ripped free leaving it clutching a few shreds of fabric but it didn’t dare move any farther.
Looking for any sign of the Doctor I found his mouth agape, staring at my direction in shock. He probably thought I was dead due to the fabric which faded into a solid material almost instantly.
“Right, well I’m okay just if you’re wondering, ignore whatever’s in its hand for the moment.”
“H-how did you, what?!” He stuttered, doubting his expertise on the weeping angel.
Along with something that sounded like 'I should've told her before, the truth, this only makes things worse'.
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FanfictionWhat if the Doctor saved someone who wasn't human and brought her with? Why can Clair shift without a thought of being seen? Because that's why she died and why no one can see her, except the Doctor. The NIGHTMARES are reoccurring now and still h...
