On The Brink, Don't Blink

On The Brink, Don't Blink.

Weeping Angels Revenge

A Doctor Who FanFic

Prologue:

"Hey Mac, Can you believe someone actually bought this dilapidated old house?" asked, 32 year old, Arthur James Mound to his partner.

"Yeah, really," replied, 31 year old, Mathew Andrew Jacobs, more commonly known as Mac, "You know, I heard this place was haunted!" Mac was very superstitious, but unfortunately for he, he was even more broke. That was why he and Arthur were here at the oldest house in all of New York with only a pick-up truck and some heavy work gloves. The place was a wreck, and it was their job to clean it up.

"Whatever," mumbled Arthur putting on his gloves in a "no-nonsense" manner, "Let's just clean up, and clean out." He walked down the hallway and turned into a room full of ivy and ripped wallpaper. He started to pick up some of the wallpaper but dropped it when he noticed what covered the walls currently, writing. Something about angels…Weeping angels…and Sally Sparrow…Who is Sally Sparrow?…and a doctor…from 1969! WHAT?

"Hey, Artie!" called Mac from below, "Come here!" Arthur's attention was pulled away from the puzzling graffiti before him.

"A'ight." He called back, "I'm coming." He turned and walked back down the hallway the way he had come. He then proceeded to walk down the flight of stairs to his right that lead to the basement and there he found Mac staring at four statues and looking mighty confused.

"Why do you think they are set up like that?" He asked referring to the way the four statues faced each other in a sort of four-sided ring. "Looks like they are playing 'Ring-a-Ring-o'-Roses'," He continued, "You know that Plague victims used to sing that? That's a sign of death that is! Maybe we better leave." Mac superstitions were getting the best of him again.

"Aw, quit being a baby," Arthur told him, "They're just angel statues. They can't hurt you."

Mac nodded. "You're right," He said, "I'll start moving them, uhhh, that way. You go upstairs and see if you can't find a wheelbarrow or something to help carry them in. They look heavy."

Arthur nodded then ran upstairs, while Mac set to work moving the closest angel. Arthur searched around for a while for something on wheels, but to no avail, so he started back to the basement to help Mac. It looked like they had a big job ahead of them.

He started to open the basement door but stopped when he noticed a piece of paper tack to the back of the door. He must have missed it on his way down the first time because he was hurrying to see what Mac had found. He paused to read it. It was written in scrawling writing and said,

"Don't move the Angels, don't look away, and DON'T blink."

Arthur scratched his head, confused, and opened the door to show Mac the note, but Mac wasn't there. The room was empty of anything of importance, including Mac and all four of the angel statues. How did he move them all so fast? Thought Arthur. "Mac?" He called out, "Where did ya' go?" No answer. "Mac?" He called again, louder this time, "I said, Where did you go?!" Again no answer, but in stead the hackles on the back of his neck went up and he had this strange feeling that someone was watching him. He turned around and jumped two feet in the air! He was staring face to face with one of the angel statues. He almost burst in to a fit of laughter. Mac was obviously playing a trick on him! "Very funny Mac." He said playing along, "You got me! But we gotta' get back to work so I'm gunna' close me eyes and count to three. When I'm done I expect you to be out from were ever your hiding, A'ight?" Silence. "One…Two…Thr-"

Bad Idea. Very Bad Idea.