"In that case, RUN!" I shouted.

We bolted out of the library. A loud crash told me that the angel had dropped the book and started to chase us. As we ran down the hall, I saw a sign for the bathroom hanging from the ceiling. I had an idea. I skidded to a stop. I spotted the angel at the end of the hall.

"Anna, what are you doing?" Lily shouted, sliding to a stop. (There was a small crash and a groan that told me that Lily fell down, and then got back up again. See, that is why I am the athletic one.)

"Getting an idea!" I yelled back. Lily dashed to my side. Her eyes found the statue too.

"What's the plan?" she asked, rubbing her forehead.

"We are right near the bathroom," I told her. She raised an eyebrow.

"So?"

"So, we can't watch it forever." I replied. "Soon we will have to blink. But statues don't have to." Lily's eye widened.

"That's brilliant!" she commented. She pushed her glasses up her nose.

"I know." I replied. "So, Allons-y!"

We kept our eyes on the statue, as we backed up a few feet, and slipped into the bathroom. We flew into different stalls, towards the mirror on the back wall of the bathroom.

I slammed my door shut, and twisted the lock. I backed up as far as I could, while still peeking through the crack of the door. I blinked, and suddenly, I saw the statue's shoulder though the crack. I blinked again. The statue didn't move. The plan had worked. I let out a cry of triumph, and slammed out of the stall. Lily appeared next to me from her stall. The angel was staring at itself in the mirror. It couldn't move, and now it could never move again.

"We're free!" I cried. "We won!"

Oops. There are some sentences I should just keep away from. There was a shimmer between the statue and the mirror, and the outline of an angel appeared, like a projection on a wall.

"What's going on?" Lily asked in a worried tone. Before we knew it, an exact duplicate of the angel had appeared. It was nose to nose with the original statue. I tilted my head a little bit. The angels were face to face with each other, and their position reminded me of a pair of angel statues I saw in London when I was on vacation. Two statues stood face to face on a podium. I gulped. That meant these things were everywhere.

Lily tried to say something, but it came out as a squeak. She raised a hand and pointed at the space next to the statues.

"There's another angel coming!" she managed to say. She was right. A third angel was forming next to the two angels. It was half-way finished forming, when I realized something.

"The statues only started duplicating when they were in front of a mirror." I glanced at her hopefully. "Do you still have your glasses case?" I asked her. Lily shoved her hand in her deep pocket, and pulled out a small, but very hard (ouch, it must have hurt when she fell in the hall) box, and handed it to me.

"What have you got in mind?" Lily questioned. I glanced at her, and gave her my most innocent smile.

"I'm so sorry, in advance." I told her sadly. She raised an eyebrow.

"About what?"

"The bill for a new case," I told her. Her eyes widened.

"Anna, don't!" Too late.

"Good thing I'm the pitcher on the baseball team," I said, getting into position, and throwing the case as hard as I could to the mirror. The case whizzed by the angels, and hit the mirror. The mirror shattered into tiny pieces, and the third angel's image vanished, as if I turned off the projector. I waited a moment. No new angel appeared. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think it's over," Lily said. She craned her neck to get a better look at the statues. "They are staring at each other, and they can't look away, so it's over. We won."

Darn! There are

sentences she should just keep away from.

Suddenly, the light started flickering.

"Uh oh…" I stuttered

"The lights never ever go out," Lily squeaked.

As Lily started to sob, I inched towards the angels, peering at their faces. What I saw sent chills down my spine. Even though their positions didn't (and couldn't) change, there was something different in their eyes; A gleam that wasn't there before. As I stood there in the flickering light, my gut translated the gleam as 'Run'.

"Lily, we need to get out of here," I told her, backing away from the angels. "I think the angels are causing the power failure." Lily squeaked as the light nearly went out completely.

"Run!" she yelled.

No sooner than we got outside the bathroom door, did the power cut out complete-ly. We were engulfed in darkness for a total of three seconds as we pushed through a set of double doors. If the light hadn't turned back on once we entered the new hall-way, the angels would have gotten us. We spun around when we reached the middle of the hallway. The angels stood right in front of the double doors, glaring at us with their faces pulled into snarls. I swallowed my tears of frustration. This had been the most frightening twenty minutes of my life.

"Leave us alone," I whimpered helplessly. It was hopeless. We could run for as long as we wanted, but we were never going to be able to escape. We were doomed.