Hiding behind a wall, her heart beating against her rib cage, her emerald eyes wide, Taylor attempted to control her breathing as things didn't quite go accordingly to plan.
Suffice to say, Christine is safe from harm, but Taylor's a different story.
For whatever reason, these Weeping Angels sought her out explicitly, something she never thought possible, but yet here she was trying to avoid them while coming up with a way of luring them back to the makeshift faraday cage.
While she and Paul made headway ridding the Weeping Angels prior, these ones weren't what she expected.
True, they're no different wherein they went after people and energy sources, but once they caught sight of Taylor, things became rather… different.
They look no different than the others she and Paul encountered over the course of their adventures, but their behaviours far more meticulous.
When they started coming after her and Christine initially, they stopped to look at her, only when Christine stumbled and Taylor accidentally broke eye contact checking on her, did she see them point at her.
Their stony faces in contorted scowls.
The way that it looked as though they're silently accusing her.
Accusing her of what…?
Her only crime was helping Paul send the Weeping Angels to their certain dooms in black holes or dead zones, a justifiable reason for coming after her and Paul, but she felt as though it wasn't about that.
They were accusing her of something else… but what could she done to warrant this reaction?
Since she and Paul started adventuring together and encountering the Weeping Angels, it never dawned on them the possibility of them having familial bonds.
Or any sort of bonds, to be perfectly frank.
It's though they all have the same thought: hunting.
Nothing else.
Even the TARDIS never took them as capable of familial bonds.
So why would this sudden aggression now occur?
And what exactly are they doing here if not to feed?
Were they looking for her all-along and hadn't found her until, now?
Taylor couldn't help but feel as though this entire experience is a nightmare and she's going to wake up any moment, finding out that everything was just a mere figment of her imagination.
Yet, that hadn't come.
Still awake, playing a deadly game of hide and seek.
It's though the Weeping Angels after her weren't interested in sending her back in time.
They've means to kill her, instead.
For something she has no idea why.
Despite this, Taylor had to remain focused.
She has to remain patient; there must be an explanation for this phenomenon.
A logical one, at least.
If there's one thing that she learnt from the past few years of traveling through time and space, it's that sometimes even the impossible happens. It might not make any sense until you examine it with your own two eyes, but eventually, everything falls into place.
Just like it's always done.
But she doesn't want to rely too much on logic or reason for this kind of scenario.
She wants to find answers, however hard that may be.
This is what leads to her current predicament where she had to stay completely silent while hiding behind a brick wall near one of the huge pipes that sent water to the generators.
As her ears strained to hear a sound, the tension of the situation finally got the best of her.
Trying to regulate her breathing, Taylor tried to relax herself, but the more she tries to control her emotions the more her mind began to panic.
She could feel every vein throbbing in her temples.
Breathe in, breathe out...
Calm down, calm down.
She needs to remain calm.
That didn't stop her from hearing the silence in the defunct power plant.
The Weeping Angels' swift movements made it difficult hearing where they went.
After taking another deep breath, Taylor stood up from her spot, slowly making her way towards the pipe that runs along its perimeter.
She moved with caution, using the pipe as cover while watching the direction where she assumes the Weeping Angels will appear next.
She's stopped when she caught sight of one of the Weeping Angels with its back towards her, unmoving, seemingly caught "walking" though the way the long ivory dress looked, it would be hard to spot unless someone willingly gone up to it to see.
Something's wrong, it shouldn't be in this form, it shouldn't have suspected anyone looking at it.
… Where is the other one?
Afraid, she tried moving away from the spot, her emerald eyes fixated on the Weeping Angel with its back towards her.
She didn't break eye contact until she's forcibly stopped by a sudden noise, something moving, the echo impossible to discern where.
Frozen in place, again, Taylor's forced to uncomfortably hide behind the large pipe, now split into several pipes to bring water to different parts of the defunct power plant.
Her emerald eyes slowly moving back and forth, the third Weeping Angel wasn't there, as her eyes moved back in place, she let out a yelp as a grey hand attempted to grab her.
She narrowly avoids the grey hand as it stuck through the openings between the row of pipes.
Struggling, Taylor flees from the next set of hands trying to grab her.
As quickly as she flees, the Weeping Angels swiftly followed, intent on causing bodily harm towards her, the more they have gotten uncomfortably close to her, Taylor spotted differences between these two Weeping Angels compared to the missing one.
It's not something she'd normally notice, but given her situation, she had no other choice.
These two Weeping Angels had marks on their cheeks, akin to war paint, but with their unnatural forms when seen, it looked like water damage.
Strange circles of different sizes, some full, half -full, the more Taylor narrowly avoids their grasp, she came to the realisation that these symbols were…
"Taylor!" Her mind was shaken by a sudden voice in her head.
Blinking, Taylor replied, "Paul!"
Quickly, Paul asks where she is, and she informed her the best of her advantage while continuing her avoidance from the Weeping Angels persistently chasing her.
He confirmed the whereabouts of the third Weeping Angel, it gone after him, and that Christine reached out to him the moment she hid in the TARDIS from the remaining two Weeping Angels.
Forced out from behind the pipes as they suddenly closed-off at the end, now in the open air, Taylor struggles as she took off in a direction, behind her, one of the Weeping Angels.
They're intent on catching and killing her, corralling her into a spot she can't escape from, and they're getting more aggressive as the chase went on.
A scene out of a horror movie, Taylor staggered backwards as spare pipes left behind narrowly misses her as they fell from the rooftop of the power plant.
Like spears they fell and stabbed the ground below, almost caught Taylor's feet as she got away from the pipes as they fell.
Spun around to try and run elsewhere, Taylor's emerald eyes widened as she sees one of the Weeping Angels in front of her, its hateful scowl turned into a monstrous face, sharp spiny teeth and all, had it not been stone, the teeth and sharp tongue would've glistened.
Sharp pain shot up from her spine as what felt like industrial clamps grabbed both sides of her shoulders from behind, the force they clamped down almost felt like her shoulders would've popped out of their sockets.
It hurt so much, she let out a yelp, try as she might, she couldn't escape.
The sharp pain continued, and, in her distraction, Taylor spotted the Weeping Angel in front of her get uncomfortably closer, pointing at her.
"What… what did I do?" Taylor demanded to know what she done to warrant such display of aggression, that clearly wasn't an act of revenge due to her and Paul's previous transgressions with the Weeping Angels prior.
Her emerald eyes trying to keep focus with the Weeping Angel, Taylor knew she wouldn't get an answer from it, neither the one keeping her in her place, tightening its grip on her shoulders.
As she struggled in the grip, Taylor began hearing incomprehensible whispering, she couldn't tell what they were saying, but it sounded like it came from behind her…
The Weeping Angel's whispering?
They're not known to speak, not what she and Paul noticed when they began dealing with the ilk some time ago.
"I… I don't understand you…" Taylor struggled for words, attempting at trying to find a reason for this strange obsession with her.
The incomprehensible whispering continued, the Weeping Angel in front of her continued pointing at her, its monstrous scowl never leaving its face.
"Silentium... cadit…" she barely pieces together the whispering before the sharp pain made her cry out again.
Desperate she tried to claw at the Weeping Angel's stone hands, trying to free herself, but the protective stone form kept her from doing any damage to it.
"…Enough!" Taylor heard a sharp voice.
It didn't sound like either Paul or Christine, someone else.
Whoever the voice belonged to, got the Weeping Angels' attention, a mere look away showed the Weeping Angel turning its head, looking off to the side, no longer having a monstrous look on its face.
Confusion.
"…Non accipies..." she heard the voice call out to the pair of Weeping Angels.
The voice didn't finish its sentence or Taylor couldn't hear the rest, she didn't know, all she knows the voice went quiet, and she felt a phantom hand over her eyes, obstructing her vision.
Within seconds, her vision returned to normal, the pain from the Weeping Angel's iron grip on her shoulders, gone.
Exhaling sharply, Taylor checked her shoulders, before running her hand through her vibrant red hair, a few blonde strands shimmering, as she glimpsed around.
The Weeping Angels nowhere in sight.
She let out a yelp when someone grabbed her from behind.
Upon sharply turning around, she sees a relieved Paul.
He struggled for words as Taylor wrapped her arms around him, exhaling sharply as she's elated that he came to her aid.
Glimpsing around, Paul asked where the Weeping Angels went, and Taylor promptly told him that they were after her, but then they just disappeared.
For some reason, she couldn't tell him anything more than that, before asking about the third Weeping Angel that went after him, and he replied that it went away, too.
Hence why he rushed finding her.
Holding him close, Taylor exhales sharply, relieved that Paul's safe, but relief quickly went away as she then questioned what became of the three Weeping Angels.
There's sudden bright light that enveloped the pair, causing them to close their eyes in pain, it felt like an eternity when they felt a presence beside them.
Upon opening their eyes, it's Christine, having come out of the safety of the TARDIS to look for them.
She's elated that they're okay, wrapping her arms around them, as she tells them that the Weeping Angels were gone, they've all fell for the trap.
Strange for her to say, but it's the honest truth, they ended up in the trap without Paul's intervention and they've been sent to a black hole.
Releasing him, Taylor exhales sharply as she's happy to hear, before asking Christine if she's all right.
"Just a little rattled… why were they after you?" Christine questioned why the two Weeping Angels were set after Taylor and she couldn't give Christine an answer if she tried.
Exhaling sharply, Paul says that as long as they're all right, that's all it mattered to him, and they'll work out the damages the Weeping Angels done.
"You still have a dinner to get to, cousin," Paul reminded Christine that she's dangerously close to being late to dinner with her parents.
Her eyes widened, Christine let out, "Bloody hell!"
Of course, she'd forget!
Comforting her, Paul helped her and Taylor back to the TARDIS, where he brought Christine close to her home, allowing her to walk back the rest of the way, and allow her to collect her thoughts.
Once she left the TARDIS, Paul turned his attention to Taylor with her exposed shoulders as she looked at the heavy bruising left by the Weeping Angel's iron grip.
Discoloured purple, black blotches, it's horrible, hurt worse than it looked, as Taylor felt the tender parts of her shoulder with only one finger.
Coming over to him with his angel eyes glistening with some ointment he dug out of a box underneath the grated flooring, Paul exhales sharply as he stood a spot behind her as her looked at her bruised shoulders.
Faintly, there's an imprint of the hands, any harder, the Weeping Angel was bound to crush the veins and cause permanent damage.
Gingerly, Paul helped elevate the pain brought by the bruising, as he did, Taylor asked about the Weeping Angel that went after him and he told her that it was doing what any normally did, trying to catch and send him away.
"It could've killed me, but it didn't," Taylor questioned why the Weeping Angel that gripped her shoulders didn't simply break her neck, do away with her.
Tenderly touching her shoulders with cotton balls dripping with ointment, Paul sighs as he tells her that it's something that none of them ever figured out with the Weeping Angels.
"Hold still, dear," he softly tells her, and she did as that, while he continued to dab the ointment along her shoulders.
Looking at her feet, Taylor tried finding reasoning.
Guess she won't have her answers, since all three Weeping Angels were gone, now.
Once the ointment has settled on her bruised shoulders, Paul wiped his hands clean with a wet rag, before holding Taylor close to him, resting his head on top of hers.
"Will there be more?" Taylor wondered if there'll be more Weeping Angels, but Paul tells her that he didn't know for sure.
All he knows that these ones were dealt with.
Curios enough, the TARDIS gave results of his inquiry, these Weeping Angels, they didn't take anyone.
Hard to believe, he knows, but the TARDIS insisted that the Weeping Angels didn't take anyone.
True they consumed energy through other means, but that's it.
"That's… unusual," Taylor found it peculiar.
So did Paul, but that's a matter for another time.
For now, he sent them away, there'll be some time for the pain caused by the Weeping Angel to subside.
…Elsewhere…
Back at the defunct power plant, hardly a stir, a figure walked around the makeshift faraday cage that housed the three Weeping Angels before it was used to send them to their demise.
"…Silence… falls…" he muttered as his illuminating blue eyes gazes at the spot he forced the Weeping Angels to stand before their deaths.
THE END