The Case of Lunafly (Part 2)

 “So tell me, Doctor.” Addie said, placing the teacup in front of him, “What’s going on.”

“Weeping angels, that’s what they are. The lonely assassins. They’re the ones that’s responsible for your diminishing town.” He took the tea and started gulping it down—spitting it back in the cup once he realized how burning hot it was.

“I don’t understand.” She shook her head, “They’re just statues.”

He licked his lips, staring at the tea again, “If you’re looking.” He nonchalantly said as he slowly began sipping his tea. “You see, they’re quantum locked. They have to cover their faces with their hands to prevent from being trapped for eternity. It’s a curse, actually.” The Doctor looked around, “They’re psychopaths—but the only psychopaths to kill you nicely.” He put the tea down.

“Doctor, you’re not making any sense.”

“They’re aliens.” He said, staring at her.

She twitched, waiting for him to somehow go, “HA! PHSYCH!” but he didn’t. “…Aliens.”

“Yes, they’re aliens.”

“What would aliens want to do with this town?”

“The weeping angels eat time energy, so they zap people back in time, letting them live off the rest of their lives in the past, as they eat what was their time in the future. They kill you, but let you live your entire life—only, in the past, in a completely different timeline.”

“And how would you know this? You’re just human.”

“I’m not.” He got up, walking towards Addie’s bookshelf. “I’m a time traveler. The title itself gives what I do away. I travel in time—most of the time, just for fun.” His brow rose as he saw a pulp fiction.

“You’re insane.”

He opened the book, licking his finger as he flipped the pages. “No, I’m not. I’m telling the truth.”

“Doctor, please tell me why I should believe in you. You’re telling me that you’re a time traveler, and that the kidnapper has been statues—rock hard statues—this entire time.” She shook her head, “You’re a mad man!”

“Yes, that’s what everyone calls me.” His eyebrow rose as he got out a folded piece of paper, “A mad man with a box.” He started smelling the paper before looking at her, “Which reminds me, you said that you go into the park often.” He unfolded the paper, reading it.

Addie, crossing her arms, tilted her head. “Yes, and?”

His eyes widen before he folded the paper back, placing it back on the book, putting it down. “They normally zap people back in time the second you blink. So…” he walked up to her, taking his screwdriver out of his pocket, whirring it at her. “Why haven’t they zapped you?”

She stared at him, a bit frightened at the odd man.

He looked at his screwdriver, soon gazing at her. “Your real parents, your parents that gave birth to you, where are they?”

“I don’t know.” She said, “I was 4, and I remember my mom having to give birth. I stayed behind with a lady at a market. Me, being the person I was, got away, and I think I went into the park. Next thing I remember, I was lost.”

“Anything else?” he asks, looking at the book once again, grabbing the same fiction from his pocket.

“Well, I was sent in an orphanage in this town. I would wait for my parents to find me, but…”

He put the book back, “They never did.”

She looked down; shaking her head, then back up at him. “Why are you asking?”

Rather than answering her question, the Doctor asked again. “Have you ever felt oddly placed in time?”

“…No.”

He stared at his screwdriver, walking around. “Of course not, you were 4, you would’ve been used to it.” The Doctor looked at her, “But why wouldn’t they zap you back in time again?” he placed his hand on his abnormal chin.

“Again?”

“Unless…Unless.” He hit his head, trying to find the answer. “Oh this doesn’t make any sense! What would be the unless?”

“Doctor?”

He looked at the book, and saw the author’s name. “Amelia” he said to himself, suddenly realizing what’s going on. “POND!”

“WHAT ABOUT A POND?!”

“Amelia Pond, angels, Rory the Roman, angels. Oh, why didn’t I think of this before?” he clutched his head, “The book! The paradox! Thousands if not millions of angels were killed because of that—which means that they’re trying to avoid another genocide such as that, meaning that they won’t disturb another food source!”

Addie stared at him in utter, confused astonishment, “…I don’t get it.”

“Do you know why your parents never came back for you?”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No! Amelia—”

“Addie.”

“Sorry, thousands of names in this head, but Addie, when you were 4, you weren’t just lost. You were sent back in time because the angels caught you.”

“..What?”

“The angels can’t touch you because someone else already has. That’s why you haven’t gone missing!”

“I don’t—”

“Now, how do we destroy these angels?” he questioned himself, walking around. “How many angel statues are in this town?”

“…I believe…Yeah, just 4.”

“Four isn’t that much, New York has hundreds.” He looked up, “Oh, but 4 is enough to kill a population of this town.”

“Doctor, you’re not—”

“But why would they want to be in this town? That makes absolutely no sense!”

“WHAT IS IT?! WILL YOU TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON?”

“Unless.” The Doctor continued, gasping. “Time energy. Tardis.” He looked at her, “Oh god.”

“What?”

He suddenly bursts out the door, “THEY KNEW I WAS COMING, AND I KNEW I WAS COMING, HENCE THAT BOOK.” He screamed as he runs to his Tardis.

“DOCTOR!” she yells, running after him.

The Doctor until he saw his ship, only to see the angel statues near it.

“Doctor, what’s going on?”

“Addie, listen to me. There’s going to be a key in the book that I took out. If I go missing, I want you to take it and put it in my Tardis.”

“Tardis?”

“That blue police box!”

“What?”

He took a deep breath, “Oh congratulations. You found that Tardis, now what?” he asks the angels. He suddenly blinked, having them turn, their eyes slowly being uncovered.

“Doctor, did they just…?”

“Weeping angels.” He says, “When you need to blink, tell me.”

“Doctor, I don’t understand.” She blinked.

Luckily, he didn’t. “Don’t blink, if you do, tell me.”

Addie felt a hand accidentally bump into her leg. She looked down, and saw the Doctor offering his hand. She glanced at the angel, then at him, holding onto him. She shifted her eyes towards the angels whom were once again frozen. “So.” She began, looking at them. “Who are they?”

The Doctor blinked, however, Addie was still staring. “I told you. The weeping angels.”

“Okay…What’s the plan?” she looked at him.

“Slowly walk back. If they get me.” He blinked—having them come closer, making him jump back. “If they get me—in which they will, I need you to go back into your home and get the book that I got out.”

“Don’t say that. They’re not going to get you.” She said, tightening her grip, looking back at the angels.

“Addie, don’t look at me. Don’t blink. If you need to blink, tell me. I need to go to my Tardis.” He pulled her along, staring at the angels.

“Okay, is anything going to happen?”

“Only if you blink—now, it’s important if you don’t blink.” The Doctor started, looking at his Tardis.

Addie nodded, her eyes locked on the angels.

However, like anything, the Doctor blinked. And so did Addie—without realizing it.

She felt nothing in her hand anymore. The Doctor’s warm hand wasn’t in hers. “Doctor?” she looked at her side, realizing that the Doctor wasn’t there anymore—rather, one of the stoned angel having its hand reaching out.

Her eyes widened before she started running backwards, “DOCTOR!” she yelled, running away from the angels. “DOCTOR, WHERE ARE YOU?”

She ran back home, opening the door, locking it immediately—barely having time to breath. She walked to the table, taking the Doctor’s tea and gulping it. She put the teacup back down, staring at the book next to it. The one that the Doctor had told her to look at it.

But it didn’t make any sense. It was just a cheap, pulp fiction called Melody Malone. Why would it be of any importance?