The Mysterious Man From The Blue Box (A Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 12: Preposterous

I left you all in suspense there, didn't I? I knew it.

So this is kinda a short chapter. Sorry about that. I just have to separate big events, you know?

Well. That's about it for author's notes. READ.

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Chapter 12:

Preposterous

"Echo, you can open your eyes now."

I didn't want to. I didn't want to ever again. I'd seen too much. The image of the menacing coldness tucked away in the eyes of the Weeping Angels had latched itself onto my brain and refused to let go. How could I ever open my eyes again and face that?

"Echo." The voice I heard surely had to be my frantic imagination. I was dead, wasn't I? Or, at least, in a different time period? Surrounded by Angels, maybe? Wherever I was, I certainly couldn't be alive and well.

"Echo, can you hear me?" The voice was too persistent; too concerned. And too...British. Yes, definitely British.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. A strong, familiar, male hand. Its owner's name was on the tip of my tongue. I thought hard. Had this hand touched my shoulder before? Had this hand held my own?

Yes. His hand had held mine. The Doctor's hand had held mine.

Sudden images crammed their way into my mind and flew by behind my closed eyes. Everything hit me in a rush. A vivid, aching rush that made me cringe. I remembered every single face. Every single place. Every single voice. Everything. The Doctor. The TARDIS. Sid. Jamie. Woodstock. Blue lightning. The woods. The Weeping Angels.

Oh my lord, the Weeping Angels.

They had been watching me. Waiting for me. They wanted to devour all my energy and soul. After the TARDIS disappeared, they had circled around me and enclosed me off from the woods. I couldn't run. I couldn't escape. I was trapped. I was dead.

"Echo!"

My eyes flew open and a gasp escaped my lips. The Doctor was calling me. I had to be alive. But how? I'd seen the Angels come closer and closer with their clawed hands and hungry eyes. They were going to kill me! So how could I still possibly be alive?

I took a minute to catch my breath. I lowered my hands from my head and put them down onto the grass. Each blades worked its way in between my pale fingers as I flattened my hands out to steady myself. Well, I was still kneeling on the ground like before. But was this the same ground below me?

I was afraid to lift my gaze off of the grass for a moment. Even with the Doctor behind me, I was terrified to look up. But I knew that I couldn't stay like this forever. No, I had to make the best of it and see what was waiting for me.

My eyes flicked up in the fastest way possible to decrease any unnecessary terror or suspense. I concluded quickly that I hadn't gone anywhere. I was still in the woods. With the Doctor. And staring at the infernal face of an Angel.

I screamed. I screamed bloody murder. It was so close to me. They were all so close to me. All nine of them had made a tight circle around me. There was no way to escape. They were all going to kill me.

"Sh!" the Doctor shushed me, clamping his hand over my mouth. I turned my head to look at him and gave him a dirty look before pushing his hand off my mouth and rising to my feet.

"We're surrounded by Angels and you're worried about me making too much noise?" I asked him, looking at each of the statues in turn. I was determined to keep them in their place this time. I had almost lost to them once. I wasn't about to lose this time.