Disclaimer: I have dreams about owning Doctor Who. Then reality smacks me in the face with a shovel and says, "HOW STUPID ARE YOU?" So yeah. This is just wishful thinking on my part. Thank God for FFN.
I remain perfectly still. My body rests in a cloak of seeming weakness, but beneath the placid exterior, every powerful muscle quivers with unreleased energy, ready to pounce at the slightest hint of freedom.
I have grown accustomed to this, this waiting, this eternal silence and stillness. For us, sustenance is hard to come by. All too often, we have gone hungry for days, weeks, months at a time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Sometimes, in the long moments of stony silence, I ponder on what it would be like to be one of these humans. Most of my species merely see them as a source of energy, a resource on which to feed. But more and more often, as they pass by, I think of what it might be like. They have such close bonds between them. They hug. They talk. They walk together. They look upon each other and smile with recognition and delight when they run into their friends.
Such freedom was never granted to us. The joy of friendship was never meant for such creatures as I. We are solitary. Stone cannot feel, cannot laugh, cannot cry. We cannot be seen. We are the lonely assassins.
I am a weeping angel.
The girl comes racing up the stairs, screaming for Kathy- her friend.
She looks my way. I feel her eyes upon me, burning into my cold grey skin, and I wonder what it would be like to look back. But I do not. I cannot.
I am on a mission. My brothers and I must retrieve the key which unlocks the TARDIS, the Gallifreyan ship. If we do so, we shall never go hungry again. All the time energy we could possibly wish for will be ours. We will have everything we've ever needed placed at our fingertips. We could take over the universe. We could return to our home. We would become the most powerful beings in the universe, if we used our power wisely.
As I stand here now, I hold that key. We are so close now. All we have to do is get to the ship, and victory will be ours.
She takes it from my stony hands.
I am torn between disappointment and relief. If we are to succeed, we will have to work much harder now, take more risks. But do I truly want these humans to die?
As she leaves, she turns her back on me. Feeling my curse temporarily lifted, my hands drop from my face, eyes flying open, and I reach for her.
Then, as quickly as she came, she is gone.
As the front door slams behind her, I move to a window, moving away from my brothers, rather than with them. That has become such an instinctive action. We work alone.
I watch her rushing away, and the jealousy fades to anger. I cannot fight it. It was bred into me. I know I am different, but I have to face reality. We must succeed. I feel my heart harden along with the rest of my quantum-locked flesh. Nothing will stand in our way.