A/N: These chapters seem to be easier to update than the previous two - yay :') so far this is my favourite of the three! I'll love you forever if you review?
The Hall they entered was full of dim, flickering lights. It was pretty much a massive cave with fluorescent lighting. The floor was black and white marble, and there were several desks and flights of stairs going in all directions.
"Right then," Father Marcus said, "Clerics are to divide up and take a staircase each. John, Craig, you take the North West stairs. Robert, Andrew, West stairs. Blaine, Jame-"
"Okay, you two," the Doctor said quietly to Amy and Callum, taking them aside, "you need to be careful in here. We know what a single Angel's capable of," he glanced at Amy, "and I'm not letting anything happen to either of you, alright?"
"Alright," Callum replied, seriously. Amy nodded.
"Good!" the Doctor smiled.
"Shouldn't we get hold of River or something?" Amy asked the Doctor. He shook his head.
"The likelihood of getting hold of that woman. Like she said, we won't meet again until the Pandorica opens," the Doctor replied. He had an amused expression. "The Pandorica!" he laughed. "Archaeologists, really!"
"He doesn't like archaeologists," Amy explained to Callum.
"Now don't get me wrong, Howard Carter was a nice bloke. I was too late for the Tutankhamen dig though," the Doctor rambled. He walked over to Father Marcus, and he was clearly under the impression that Amy and Callum were following, as he continued to talk about Howard Carter.
"Who's River?" Callum asked, sitting down on one of the high desks. Amy jumped up beside him.
"I don't think even he knows... They meet in the wrong order. She acts like his wife - it's weird," Amy replied. "Last time he saw her, first time for me, we were stuck in a big labyrinth full of Weeping Angels, and we ended up getting chased through a crashed space liner. That was the crash of the Byzantium that Marcus was talking about earlier."
"Oh! What happened?" Callum asked, interested.
"Well, there was this Crack in the Universe... The Doctor says they connect two parts of space and time that never should have touched or something... There was a Crack in my bedroom wall when I was a little girl, but the Doctor closed it. Anyway, on the Byzantium, there was this sort of forest – or an oxygen factory, and the Doctor, River and this man called Father Octavian went to find a way out. But a Weeping Angel was inside my head, and I had to stay with a group of Clerics." She paused for breath.
"Then?" Callum said, riveted now. Amy smiled at his enthusiasm.
"The Clerics disappeared through the Crack, and I was the only one who could remember them, because the Crack wiped them from existence. And the Doctor got in touch with me, and I had to walk through the forest, but I couldn't open my eyes, so I couldn't tell whether there were Angels or not. But River managed to get a teleport working and got me away from them, then the Doctor switched off the gravity on the ship and the Angels all fell into the Crack, and got wiped from time too."
"Woah!" Callum exclaimed. "Sounds pretty big. No wonder the Doctor's being so serious."
"You two finished over there?" the Doctor called. They exchanged smiles and hopped off of the desk, walking over to the Doctor and Marcus, who was standing with another Cleric. The other Clerics had dispersed, and were making their way up the seperate staircases. "Right, me, you two, Father Marcus and Cleric Ron here are going up the North stairs, to try and find a way into the Stone Tower."
"Can't you just blow the doors up?" asked Callum, moving his hands away from each other to symbolise an explosion.
"No," Marcus said, glaring at Callum. "This is Holy ground."
"It was just a suggestion," Callum sniffed.
"Anyway," the Doctor cried, clapping his hands together, "shall we? This is Amelia Pond and Callum Hendrick, by the way! We never introduced everyone earlier." He gestured to his two friends, and then to the the large stairs ahead, which lead upwards into a gloomy looking passage. They navigated themself around the small system of desks and made their way up the stairs, entering the passage.
The rocky walls were lit at regular intervals with fire-lit metal brackets. Doors to different rooms lined the walls and at the end of the sloping passage there was another set of stairs.
"This is going splendidly," the Doctor smiled. Callum looked nervously to Amy.
And then the door at the end of the passage began to slide upwards. They froze, and Marcus and Cleric Ron cocked their guns at the door. The flames in their brackets began to flicker.
"Oh, this is bad!" Amy murmured, stepping back a little. Callum felt himself step back too. The door finished sliding up, revealing the Weeping Angel, a six-foot statue that reminded Callum of those old Greek statue things he'd seen on a school trip. It had a rabid monkey-like face, with sharp features, empty stone eyes and bared fangs. The flames began to flicker more and more wildly.
"Don't... blink," the Doctor whispered. Callum swallowed the lump in his throat. And then his phone buzzed wildly in his pocket and a voice came through the speaker.
"You are here, Doctor," said the voice, calmly. A male voice. Callum withdrew his phone from his pocket and looked at it, as the Doctor and Amy both snapped around to look at the phone, and then back at the Angel, which had seemed to advance on them. The Doctor grabbed Callum's phone.
"Is that-" Amy started.
"Bob, miss, yes, miss, we met on the Byzantium. The Angels tried to kill you all."
"Yes, I remember, thanks," Amy replied, a hint of steel in her tone that Callum had never heard before.
"What are you doing here, Bob?" the Doctor asked.
"I had to find you and your friend, sir," Bob said through Callum's phone. "You both need to die."
"Oh, and why's that?" the Doctor replied, gesturing for the others to begin walking towards one of the doors lining the passageway. Callum crossed over to one of the sturdier looking doors and began turning the handle, keeping his eye on Angel Bob the whole time.
"This Angel is the last of its kind, sir. The rest were wiped from the Universe through the crack in the Byzantium. It wants revenge, sir."
"And how did you manage to survive that one, ay? You can't just... slide out of the way of a crack in the skin of the Universe."
"The Angel would have been the last to be pulled in, but the other Angels falling in before this one were enough to close the crack, at least enough to stop complete erasure, it would seem, sir. The Angel found itself falling through a system of other cracks, across different parts of time and space, until eventually it found itself here. And it seeks revenge, sir."
"Oh, it seeks revenge, does it? Yes, everyone usually does," the Doctor sighed, glancing quickly to see how Callum was doing with the door. He rolled his eyes and buzzed the door with his sonic screwdriver, and Callum found it easier to turn the large metal wheel. Suddenly, the flames flickered and went out again, for a split second, and the Angel was right beside Cleric Ron, who cried out and stumbled back.
"Keep looking at it!"
"I am!"
"Got the door open!" Callum cried, as there was a dull clang of metal on metal, and the door opened inwards.
"Right, good, get in there," the Doctor turned to Angel Bob, "as for you, Bob, you'd do well to forget this whole revenge thing, and be courteous enough to tell us what you've done with the Pope."
"The Pope is alive for now, sir," Angel Bob's voice replied through the phone, coolly. "He is trapped in the Elevated Chambers until you are dead, and then the link may be re-established."
"But why would you need the Pope to do that?" the Doctor asked.
"He grants Angels their will," Bob said, simply. "And that is all you need to know, sir. I apologise for the inconvenience."
"Right then, better get moving," the Doctor said, jumping through the doorway. "See you around, Bob."
He slammed the door shut behind him and spun the handle, sonicking the control panel to the side of it. A shower of sparks indicated that it had the desired effect.
"So what do we do now?" Father Marcus asked, aiming his gun at the door, as the handle began twisting itself.
"Um, we try and get to the Elevated Chambers, and we really hope that the Angel doesn't guess we're going there," the Doctor smiled, stepping around him and walking up to another door at the other side of the room, and sonicking its control panel.
"Well, that's quite a bit of wishful thinking, isn't it, Doctor?" Amy asked, worriedly.
"Yes, yes it is, Amelia, and I promise you we're all getting out of here," he replied to her. "Callum, phone."
He chucked the phone back at Callum who caught it and checked the screen.
"Doctor, um, it's still on the line," Callum said.
"Ah, yes, sorry, I forgot to mention that a second ago. I might have programmed your phone to make a rather irritating sound if the Angel's anywhere nearby. But we're going to have to keep him on the line for it to detect him – and he's not disconnecting anytime soon by the looks of it," the Doctor explained at breakneck pace before twisting the handle and opening the door.
They were in what was an almost identical passageway as the one they had been in with the Angel, except this one had thin ultraviolet lights running along the floor. Father Marcus and Cleric Ron inspected opposite sides of the passageway before Marcus retrieved a small box-like machine out of his pocket, and began tapping it.
"What're you doing?" asked Callum, interestedly.
"Sending a broadcast to all the Clerics in the building," explained Marcus, "telling them to converge on the North side of the building, to try and stop the Angel."
"Good, good," the Doctor murmured, overhearing them speaking. "Right, now, we're going to need to get up to the Tower, any way to quicken things up a little?"
"I'll run over the schematics for you, sir," Father Marcus said. "It appears the only way up is the staircases at the end of the passageways, until we get to the twelfth floor where there is a gravity platform that can take us up to the top of the Citadel, but after that we're going to have to walk around the Balconies to get to the Tower Entrance."
"Oh, well, this'll be a laugh," Callum sighed. "How are we going to get all the way up to the twelfth floor before the Angel?"
The Doctor went to speak, but was interrupted by a distorted whining sound from Callum's pocket. Callum took his mobile out of his pocket.
"The door!" Amy cried, as the metal handle on the door began to spin.
"Ah, this is bad," the Doctor cried. "Run!"
The five of them bolted up the corridor, until they came to an archway that lead onto a platform with three separate staircases.
"Which one do we take?" Amy cried, as the sound on Callum's phone – which had died away – suddenly began again.
"Um, the schematics are being a bit vague," the Doctor replied, punching the side of the machine.
"Look, why don't we all just take separate ones and see where it takes us?" Callum suggested, as the noise got more irritating.
"No, no, that's a terrible idea!" the Doctor cried. "Just give me a minute."
A few tense seconds past, and the Doctor was getting more and more frantic, as the machine was being completely useless. Finally, Amy snapped.
"Right, that's it, we're taking separate ones," she said, turning back as she began climbing the middle staircase.
"Amelia! Amelia!" the Doctor shouted.
"It's alright, Doctor, I'll go after her," Callum said.
"No, don't you leave as well!" the Doctor cried.
"Sorry, Doctor, she might get lost," Callum called back, jumping up the stairs two at a time.
"One of you go after them, will you, please?" the Doctor called to Father Marcus and Cleric Ron, who were both aiming their guns down the passageway.
"Cleric, head after them," Marcus ordered. Cleric Ron nodded and ran up the stairs after them.
"Thank you! Any sign of the Angel?" the Doctor asked, looking at the machine again.
"Not yet, sir, no," Marcus replied.
"Well, that's always good. Oh, I think I've got it!"
Meanwhile, several floors above them, Amy was lost. She was in a strange room full of glass panes covered in a thick green goo. She had tried to phone Callum, but because he was connected to the Angel, she couldn't get through.
"This is ridiculous!" she moaned as she narrowly avoided falling into the green goo.
Callum wasn't having much luck either – he'd came across an office where the gravity had gone wrong, and he was floating about different areas of the office, trying to avoid desks, chairs, paperwork, a printer that nearly knocked him out, and a massive blob of floating, scalding coffee that had escaped its container and was flying left and right in its own little section of gravity.
The door was at the other side of the room, and he wasn't having too much fun.
The Doctor punched at the machine one more time and there was a flash of light.
"Right, Father, we need to take the left hand staircase, and then you can use this to send a message out to Cleric Ron, and get him to Room 512 and Room 574, where Amy and Callum are."
"How do you know they are there?" asked Marcus.
"Oh, I might have done a teeny tiny upgrade on your machine – it detects lifesigns now, including the Angel – which appears to be heading down underneath the Ground Floor to a basement."
"Why would it be doing that?"
"Hiding, maybe? Not sure. I'll deal with that when I come to it."
"Very good, sir, now, shall we ascend the stairs?"
"Yes, I think we shall, better get out of here and find the others as quick as possible!"
A/N: Not a particularly interesting bit to end the chapter, but it's alright - Chapter Three's where things get really fun! Plus a wee Callum moment that I really liked :')