Weeping angle (820 words)

Death isn't a thing I could understand, or any other human for a fact, which made it unsurprising that I was surprised to feel my very being… expand… ascend… and… hunger?

Good damn was I hungry.

It feels as if I had starved for decades.

Out of habit and reflex I reach down to massage my stomach in hopes to lessen the feeling of an empty pit being torn in it.

Only to freeze as I laid eyes upon the limbs, I thought hands.

No, not eyes.

I shake my head in confusion as my senses don't seem to make sense anymore.

Then it snaps and everything was back in place.

Straightening my crouched form, I take a look around me and witness the sight of hundred of creatures made out of white particles slowly moving through the tunnels of the cavern system we currently are located in.

Their shape, vaguely humanoid with clawed fingers and fanged mouths, look terrifying as they slouch and drag themselves along the ground in a particular direction.

But something was wrong with all of them.

They look… starved.

The white particles that made up their bodies seemed like wet sand grains giving each of the creatures the feeling as if all of them had melted to different degrees.

Inspecting myself I notice that my body was in the same… molten… state as all the others.

Racking my brain in order to figure out what was going on I decided to follow my fellow white particle creatures.

As I walk and drag me legs behind me, I had time to acclimate myself to my new sense, yes, sense as in singular.

If I am the same kind of creature as the other ones in this cavern system then I do not pose any eyes, ears, tongue and nose which would only leave my sense of touch, but even that sense had been absorbed by something else, my new sense.

Experimenting around with my new sense which was an amalgamation of all the senses I had as a human and so much more I quickly notice how it was extremely mailable and easy to control.

I could cast it out like a net, covering a massive ground which ignores physical obstacles and updating me on every change that occurred inside of it, or I could let it ping like a sonar in order to expand my reach even more even though a bit delayed and not constant, but this test made me aware of the giant space ship a distance above my current location and the radiating waves of energy escaping its damaged structure.

When I noticed the energy radiating off the ship my stomach sent out a pulse of pain and out of instincts I can only reason to belonging to my new body I start to draw it towards me, inside me, feeding of it.

The more of this energy I consumed the more I felt my heavy and molten body become lighter and the white particles that stuck together being freed.

But there was something else on the ship, something that caused me to salivate from the mere thought of reaching it.

Then I froze.

I literally froze as my entire being seems to be compressed back together, this included my sense which split up and returned to the same ones that I had as a human.

Once again, an instinct kicked in and just a fraction before I froze my hands shot up and blocked my sight.

I heard wet footsteps along the wet cavern ground and felt something wash over me in passing… it was gaze.

It was then that I realized that this very gaze was the reason for my fo

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Weeping Angels, the Lonely Assassins, the deadliest creatures in the Universe, the only psychopaths that kill you nicely.

Creatures whose true appearance remain unknown till today as every time a sentient being observes one of these creatures, they turn into stone statues of angels.

Quantum locked, unkillable and lonely.

But that is only the case when observed by a creature capable of attempting to understand what it is that they are looking at and use senses of the lower realms.

The angels themselves when not observed by any other sentient being are free to look at each other as their senses belong to a higher realm as does almost their entire being.

Sadly, because they originate from the lower realms and only evolved from there upwards their base was firmly rooted in the lower realm.

This gave rise to the fatal weakness and at the same time ultimate defense for which they were known throughout the universe.

Creatures of the lower realms are able to perceive their roots and once they do the rest of their being which had stepped into the higher realms is forced to descend back down and take on a form comprehendible to those creatures.