Sorry Peeps I haven't been updating but I have been doing some exams and my art coursework and trust me that is total hell. I haven't got many exams coming up apart from Science but I still have my coursework to do but hopefully I should be able to update my stories. As I have said before, I do not own Doctor Who even though i really wish that i did. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review. The more reviews, the quicker I shall update the chapters.
Chapter 4
"Doctor, its Jack. Don't worry I've got the kids. We are just outside and have started shovelling the snow. Thank goodness it has finally stopped snowing." He mentioned. "Jack, look I don't suppose you could shovel any quicker, it's just we have a bit of a problem, and it has just got worse…" The Doctor trailed off. "What problem? What's happening?" Jack heard a screech that sounded like Hannah, and then silence fell.
The Doctor pocketed the phone and just stood, staring at the doorway. He didn't dare blink, as he knew who the weeping angels were after. There were six of them, all pointing towards Hannah. "Doctor" sounded a voice. The communicator devise had disappeared from the desk and had now attached itself to one of the angels. "Hello there whatever your name is. I would love to stay and chat, but I really should be finding out what is wrong with my wife here." He shouted, sarcastically. "The Doctor hasn't worked it out yet. We shall tell you and there is no way to stop what has and is happening. She carries a child, the child of an angel. It has lay dormant for the past few months and now it shall be born. As we speak it is ripping itself out and soon Hannah here will die." The Doctor was angry and yet also confused. He pulled the mobile phone back out of his pocket. "Did you hear all that Jack?" He asked politely. "Every last word. Don't worry, I'm on my way. Climbing through a window, that takes me back." Jack laughed, switching off the phone. Hannah screamed in agony as the angel child tore at her insides. The Doctor edged over to her, never taking his eyes off the angels. "Hannah, listen to me. I'm going to get you out of here, just trust me." He stood her up, placing one of her arms around his shoulders. He blinked. The six weeping angels moved, their expressions now changed to anger. Their mouths were wide, showing the sharpness of their teeth. Hannah was losing consciousness. The Doctor needed to get her out and quickly.
A gunshot rang throughout the attic. The weeping angel closest to the door shattered and crumbled to dust. Jack stood in the doorway, holding his revolver. The Doctor dragged Hannah past the weeping angels and towards Jack. "You took your time." Complained the Doctor as he pulled Hannah down the stairs. "I'm sorry. The window was stuck so well, I had to smash it. I will pay for the damage. I don't think it will get done till after Christmas mind you." Jack answered as he ran down the stairs, behind the Doctor and Hannah. "You had better pay for it, Jack" Hannah managed to mutter.
Once they had reached the bottom of the stairs, the Doctor rested Hannah on the sofa and then got to work dragging a large mirror, towards the end of the staircase. "What the hell are you doing?" Asked Jack. "Weeping angels can't afford to look at themselves or each other because otherwise they freeze forever. I am hoping that this mirror will stop them but we still need to get out." The Doctor mentioned. "Then go Doctor. Take Hannah and get out. I'll be fine, I can't die remember. Please just go." The Doctor listened to Jack for possibly the first time ever, and grabbed Hannah on his back. He crawled through the window, out to the front of the house.