The Lonely Assassins
They stared at each other in silence; the only sound being that of the wind rustling through the dried leaves of the dying shrubbery that surrounded the Diner. The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Turning fast on his heel, he dashed back into the TARDIS and the 'whooshing' sound began again. The box flickered for a bit, but stayed in the same position and after a minute, the Doctor poked his head out to look around.
Party Poison was still there; shooting him a confused stare. He watched the Doctor repeat this many times, the others soon coming out to check on him,
"Poison, what...?"
The Doctor, finally fed up when his last attempt to leave had failed, stomped out of the TARDIS and began yelling at it,
"What am I still doing here!? '1919' I asked for '1919' not '2019', you... you know what, until you take me where I want to go, you aren't 'sexy' anymore. You're 'stupid'. A stupid, worthless pile of ju-"
He kicked the box with great force, an expression of pain crossing his face as he grabbed his foot and turned to the boys. Catching their startled looks, he coughed sharply and cleared his throat, setting his foot down carefully,
"Hello, again."
He dusted himself off as the boys turned to look at each other, the little girl pushing through them to see what they were looking at. Upon spying the Doctor, she turned her curious gaze up to the neon-haired man at her side,
"Who's this bozo?"
~ø~
Now inside the Diner, the Doctor sat at what used to be the bar, glancing around at the various, colorful trinkets in the room. What disturbed him most were the naked mannequins in the corner. Even without eyes, it felt as though they were staring at him.
"So, looks like you didn't fix it, after all..."
He turned to see Party Poison strolling over to him; an open can in his hand. The Doctor raised a curious brow as the young man took out a fork and began eating from said can; noting the label,
"Is that...dog food?"
Poison looked down at it briefly, nodding as he extended it to him,
"Yeah. You want some?"
The Doctor pulled back and shook his head, coughing softly,
"No, erm...no, thank you. Filled up on Fancy Feast in the TARDIS."
He nodded, shovelling another bite into his mouth,
"Gotcha."
The Doctor gagged as Party Poison turned and went to sit at the booth with his friends; Jet Star looking up curiously from his can,
"So, how are you gonna get to your date with Chaps if you can't fix your box?"
"What," the Doctor frowned, shaking his head,
"Oh no, no, no, it's not a date, just tea. We're going to talk about his future endeavors with United Artists."
They were all quiet for a moment as they stared at him; Fun Ghoul finally breaking the silence,
"Yeah, it's a date."
"Totally."
"Just make sure you use protection, Doc."
"We got yer back, man."
Party Poison turned to the others, winking playfully as he made an obscene gesture with his hands.
Fun Ghoul let out a whistle.
Rolling his eyes, the Doctor shook his head; a frustrated sigh escaping him. He may have been prone to acting like a child himself sometimes, but he was certain he had never been quite as bad as these four. A distant rumbling drew their attention, then, and Party Poison stood, a smirk crossing his lips as he quickly spit into his hand and slicked his hair back with it,
"'Scuse me, gentlemen..."
He strolled out of the Diner as the rumbling grew closer, the Doctor raising an eyebrow as he peered out of the front window. Someone was pulling up on a motor bike outside...
~ø~
Poison grinned as she pulled up, stretching his arms out to either side as she hopped off of the multicoloured bike that read 'GO-GO',
"Heeey, sexy lay-day..."
She marched toward him with purpose, a waterfall of ebony hair spilling down past her shoulders as she pulled her purple helmet from her head. He started to reach for her, as if to pull her in for a kiss, and quickly, she slammed the helmet into his gut,
"Not now, Poison."
The fiery-haired man doubled over with a grunt as he grabbed a hold of it, his voice coming out as a squeak,
"Okay..."
He rolled his eyes as he could here the others dying with laughter inside the Diner and trudged after her with a sigh.
The others came to meet her outside, Fun Ghoul front and centre,
"Hey, Go-Go."
"You got the tape," she said, her steel-like eyes eying the Doctor as Ghoul rushed back inside,
"Who's he?"
"Christopher Lloyd," Party Poison interjected from behind her. She turned and rolled her eyes at him, nodding to the Doctor,
"I like your bowtie. Very choice."
He smiled at that, blushing softly as she winked at him,
"Ermm...th-thank you," he fixed it a little,
"They are cool, aren't they?"
Party Poison rolled his eyes at this and shook his head; folding his arms angrily as he slouched.
Fun Ghoul emerged from the Diner, then, camera in hand as he pushed passed the Doctor and Jet Star to get to Go-Go,
"Here. It starts about 40 seconds in."
She pressed play.
"Check it out, man."
"A Good Will Hunting poster?"
"Hell, yeah, a 'Good Will Hunting' poster! It's a fucking classic!"
She let out a sigh and turned to the neon-haired man behind her,
"You took that poster, didn't you?"
He turned to her with a look of disgust,
"Pfft, what? No...!"
"Do you think they'd miss it if I took it for the Diner?"
She cleared her throat; shifting her weight to her right leg as she glared him down. He bit his lip and shrugged as the video continued, Fun Ghoul's voice ringing in loud and clear,
"I cannot believe you're looting a dead person's house."
"It's out of print...you can find shit like that anymore."
She continued to stare at him disapprovingly, and he coughed, running a hand through his greasy hair,
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
Fun Ghoul cleared his throat, then and tapped on the viewfinder,
"This is where shit starts gettin' weird. Right here."
She turned her attention back to the screen, the flickering image of Party Poison's face appearing,
"Holy shit!"
"What is it!?"
"Your fuckin' face, dude. You are so fuckin' ugly, oh my God..."
"You little bitch."
The Doctor coughed shortly, and shook his head,
"Well, if all this is going to be is a display of your colourfully vast vocabulary, I'll just see myself out."
He started away, the dirt crunching under his feet as he started back to the TARDIS.
"Hey Poison, come here a sec..."
"What?"
The Doctor paused as he reached the TARDIS door, the words just barely audible over the sound of grinding gravel,
"When did that statue get there?"
He slowly turned back toward the group, his face growing pale as the sounds of panicked yelling and gunfire sounded.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"How's it doing that!? How the fuck is it doing that!?"
Quickly, he raced back over to them, pushing Party Poison aside as he snatched the camera from Fun Ghoul's hands. The raven-haired man let out a yell as he took it and turned back toward the TARDIS,
"What the hell, Doc?!"
The Doctor stared at the screen, the flickering glitches in the video making it hard to discern what he was seeing. Then finally, there was a break in the action. He could see it in the hall, beyond the glowing tip of Poison's ray gun...
An angel statue in the shadows.
Swallowing hard, he promptly turned and hurried back over to them. Party Poison frowned, startled as the man suddenly snatched his ray gun from it's holster,
"WHOA, hey, now-!"
The lanky man then turned, his tweed coat thumping softly against his thigh as he marched to the edge of the road. Rearing back, he hurled the camera into the air and, taking aim with the Poison's gun, fired multiple shots at the device. It blew in half upon impact, and sparked, scattering across the desert scape in pieces.
He spotted Party Poison storming straight for him as he turned back again, and scowling, walked up to meet him, slamming the gun into the man's chest,
"Here."
The flame-haired man, confused at the Doctor's sudden change in behaviour, spun on his heel and pointed his gun in the direction of the disintegrated camera,
"The fuck was that about, Doc?"
"Language, again," the man stated sternly, noting the glares from the others. He turned to Party Poison, still scowling,
"And it was nothing really...just trying to save your lives."
Kobra Kid shook his head in confusion, a angered tone in his voice,
"What do you mean 'save our lives'? From what?"
"From what," the Doctor chuckled, shaking his head as he strolled right up to the blonde and glared him down,
"From the thing on that damned video tape, that's what! The image of an angel, itself becomes an angel, or don't you know that? No, no of course not. Troglodytes, the lot of you are!"
"Whoa, hey now," Jet Star began, shaking his head with a sigh,
"What's with you, Doc? No need for insults..."
"A fucking explanation would be nice, though," Poison spat angrily, slipping his raygun back into his holster.
"And why they've been popping up all over the desert," Go-Go continued, shaking her head as she turned to the Doctor in concern,
"Killjoys everywhere have been seeing them. From Zone 6 to Zone 3."
"Well, how many in this one," the Doctor began, "Because if they're in the desert, they're after something. And if they're after something then we need to find out what it is-"
"Can you tell us what they are first, maybe," Fun Ghoul frowned as the party followed him back into the Diner.
The Doctor paused, gazing blankly at one of the mannequins in the corner,
"What they are..."
'"Doctor!"'
He bowed his head solemnly; the image of her, standing with her back turned in that cemetery, entered his mind,
"They're called the Weeping Angels. The Lonely Assassins..."
He slowly turned to them, his eyes first meeting with Party Poison's,
"And right now...all of you are in more danger than you could ever know."
They were all quiet for a moment, until Poison finally laughed,
"Pfffft, please. I've seen more dangerous things than statues-"
"NO, you haven't!"
He stormed up to him, glaring him right in the eyes as he snarled in anger,
"These creatures are from the deepest sections of the universe. No one knows how old they are or where exactly they came from and one touch...ONE touch from them will..."
"...will what, Doc," the hazel-eyed man frowned, staring wide-eyed in confusion at the man's enraged outburst.
Taking a step back, the Doctor coughed and wrung his hands together, bowing his head again,
"One touch from a Weeping Angel...and you're dead."
"Whoa," Fun Ghoul breathed, his eyes widening as he glanced around at the others,
"Like 'oh, dude you are so dead' dead or like...dead dead?"
Jet Star shook his head as he turned to look at the shorter man, who shrugged his shoulders wih a squeak,
"What? I'm just curious!"
"Dead, dead," the Doctor began with a sigh,
"Sent back to live your life in the past, to DIE in the past...and be dead here in the future. For the people left behind, you're gone in an instant. But for the one sent back...it's an eternity."
"So, they don't kill you," Go-Go replied, folding her arms across her chest,
"They send you back and you die of old age."
The Doctor nodded, wringing his hands together as he started for the door,
"Yes...and if the angels are here, they're likely looking for something. They wouldn't just be out in a toxic desert full of excess radiation for no reason. A power source...a food supply. The angels feed off the time energy expelled from the things and people they touch, so tell me," he turned as he reached the dirt, the group following him with Go-Go at the front,
"Have any of you noticed anything strange or out of place lately..."
"The angels-"
"Besides, the angels," he groaned, shaking his head.
Party Poison hung to the back, quietly pulling the aged journal out of his pocket. He turned away as the Doctor continued to question them as a group. Flipping through the pages, he spotted numerous doodles of screaming angels scratched into the parchment. On this particular page, he noticed a pattern of words scratched into bold; the angels are coming.
"Poison."
Quickly clapping it shut, he slipped it hastily into his waistband as he spun to face the Doctor,
"Wha-yeah?"
"Have you seen anything," he began, shaking his head with a sigh,
"Anything out of place or out of the ordinary?"
Glancing away from him, he looked to the others and Go-Go, coughing shortly as he quickly shook his head,
"N-nah. Nothing. I ain't seen nothing."
Go-Go nodded, sighing deeply,
"Well, I guess I'll go make my rounds, then. See if any of the other 'Joys know anything."
Taking her helmet from the neon-haired man behind her, she started back to her bike; the others waving her off,
"See ya, Go-Go."
"Yeah, later."
Party Poison opened his mouth to say something; not but a squeak escaping him. She paused at this and turned back; smiling as he innocently pretended not to look at her. Rolling her eyes, she let out a sigh and strolled back over to him; smirking smugly,
"Poison."
He coughed; scratching his head as he glanced up at her,
"Hmm? Oh, what? You want something?"
Grabbing the collar of his jacket, she pulled him into a kiss; the Doctor's eyes widening as the rather intense moment between the two grew uncomfortable to watch. Kobra Kid rolled his eyes, leaning over to him with a sigh,
"This always happens when Go-Go comes around."
Fun Ghoul let out a whistle,
"Get a room, guys!"
After a few moments more of swapping saliva, Go-Go broke away from him; her eyes lit excitedly,
"See you at Mad Gear, tomorrow night?"
"Oh, baby, I wouldn't miss it."
She grinned, as she stepped away from him,
"Good, 'cause I'll have the van," she began, wiping her lips as she winked at him,
"We can have our own private show...know what I mean?"
The Doctor frowned, turning to Fun Ghoul with a scowl,
"What does she mean?"
Ghoul and Jet both looked at him; blank stares of disbelief on their faces. Even Kobra Kid was staring at him. The Doctor coughed then, as if the light bulb had gone on, and blushed slightly,
"O-Oh...oh."
Putting her helmet on, she revved up the engine to her motorbike and pulled away from the Diner, leaving a cloud of dust in her wake as she sped off down the road.
Party Poison grinned as he caught the others staring and threw his arms out to either side,
"Hey, I can't help it if the lady likes her poison, a'ight? Don't get jelly, baby-"
"Jelly babies," the Doctor piped up, smiling brightly,
"I love those!"
Poison blinked at him silently.
With a cough, the Doctor back stepped toward the TARDIS,
"Yes, erm...well...I'll start scanning the area for any high concentrations of time energy...it should only take a few hours, but with the radiation and other chemicals in the atmosphere...I don't actually...know."
He then quickly entered the TARDIS and shut the door behind him.
The Girl shook her head as she turned to Party Poison, sighing deeply,
"He's fuckin' weird, Poison."
"I know," he said, patting the top of her head as they all went back inside.
"What's he still doing here, anyway?"
"His box broke down. He's gotta fix it."
"He drives around in a box? How can he even see without a windshield?"
"Trust me, doll, he fuckin' can't."
~ø~
The Doctor stood alone in the TARDIS, sighing deeply as he went straight to the monitor. He began purusing her database; digging left and right for the correct program. A small screen in the corner soon appeared akin to radar, and it began to softly 'blip' as it scanned the area.
A red dot appeared, somewhere within a 100 mile radius. His eyes widened as one red dot soon became two, multiplying quickly and he tensed as he suddenly found the screen teeming with them; nearly 20 in total.
He took a pair of aged, round spectacles from his coat pocket and held them thoughtfully for a moment, then put them on and continued to gaze at the monitor,
"What is it this time, eh? What are you after...?"
The red dots continued to pulse, offering him no other reply...
~ø~
Go-Go sped down the dusty highway, her long, raven locks beating violently against her back as the wind whipped around her. As she approached a bend in the road, she straightened.
A stone angel stood in her path.
She swerved the bike to avoid it; screeching to a halt as she was met with another one a few feet away.
Glancing around, she found two more angels, surrounding her on either side. She was completely blocked in. Her heart began racing as she glanced back and forth between them; the four angels slowly but surely drawing closer...