Sealed in Stone
Hey guys! So I wrote this like an AGE ago and posted it on tumblr as a response to a text post reading this:
What if Medusa met a Weeping Angel?
You can find the original copy of said text post in the 'originals' tag of my tumblr, but I thought it was about time I post it here.
Don't forget to review and leave me your thoughts and theories!
BlueB.
PS. No spoilers, or breakers of canon. This is relatively tame.
She moved slowly through the greenhouse, her scaled skin shining due to the bouncing reflection of fading light. Dusk was soon approaching, and a shiver ran down her skin as her children whispered around her head. Swirling and tangling, knotting and loosening, their songs silent to most ears, seen only as hisses and howls.
To her however, they were songs of pain.
Of pure agony.
Of loss.
She froze, her face dipped into a bunch of purple orchids. She took a deep breath, filling her nose with their scent as her eyes searched hazily around the room. Her attention came to the pond two meters from her, and a new reflection she hadn't noticed before reflected in the rippling waters.
It was a statue.
More surprising was the fact she hadn't noticed it before.
She always noticed them.
Her stone creations.
This was new.
Five foot five tall - the same height as she - and able to look her dead in the eye.
Except the statue's eyes were covered. The palms of their hands covered their grey blank orbs, showing the lower half of their face to the world. Haunting all those who looked.
The stone angel grinned, a sweet grey face pulling a smile with a terrible set of sharp teeth.
A Devil with the facade of an Angel.
A Monster with the face of a Savior.
A Mortal Enemy, and a Sweet Relation.
Well, she could relate to that.
She lifted her sunglasses and walked around the pool to stand in front of her stone sister, a small smile gracing her lip.
"My oh my, you are stunning."
She ran her fingers around the curvature of the statue's lines. The sharp edges of its teeth and clawed fingers, to the smooth stone flesh of its cheeks and billowing grey skirts. She moved her palms to rest on the beauty's wings, fingers tracing out the textured fissures as she slowly circled the Angel.
"You are beautiful. A Lonely Angel. Yet you are happy. As if you are on a mission. One you are happy to make. An Angel with a goal in mind"
Happy Mission Angel Happy Mission Angel Happy Mission Angel
Her children sung in chorus around her head and she turned away from the angel. It no longer held interest for her.
Until she head it.
She knew that sound, the oh so familiar sound of stone setting quickly, cracking.
It was her noise.
When people looked at her eyes and turned to stone.
She turned quickly.
It had moved.
The Angel had moved.
Well. This was new.
"You move when I don't look. Interesting development. Rather loud however."
Quickly she turned again and then looked back. She grinned and her children laughed, sweet music to her ears.
The creature had removed their hands off their eyes. Orbs piercing her stone heart and horror reaching through her soul.
What was this?
"Hello."
Medusa's mouth dropped.
Statues don't speak.
"The Creator Must Die."
"What?"
Before she knew what she was doing, the word fell from her lips and her children went on high alert, staring into the Angel's eyes.
She lifted her glasses.
Looked into it's eyes.
She froze.
For all eternity.
