***I DONT OWN ANYTHING***
Prologue:
In an alleyway in New York a young girl with curly red hair and big brown eyes walks. She glances behind her and jumps. She sees a statue, an angel statue. Its face is hidden behind its hands. She curses under her breath. Keeping her eyes locked on it she walks backwards. She has seen these statues before. She has heard stories about them. Bang! She turns around, there's only darkness. Quickly she focuses back on the statue. It has moved toward her, now its arm stretched and mouth wide with visible fangs. She hears pattering feet, but resists the urge to turn around. She knows she has to. Swiftly she turns and sees a statue almost identical to the other one, but smaller, a baby. She turns around to make sure that both statues were looking at each other and she moves out of her place between the statues. They are staring at each other.
"Yes." The girl says. She has outsmarted the Weeping Angels. And with that she runs back to the orphanage and hopes not to be late for dinner.
