"Hey now!" I keep my arrow aimed on the newcomer, my bow string drawn back. "Let's just calm down and talk this out." I keep my eyes trained on him, not moving.
He has black shaggy hair, dark brown eyes, and is wearing tan pants, a light blue long sleeve shirt, a white over shirt with a brown belt, and a tan sash that seems to be sewn into the shirt. It goes around his neck and is wrapped around his waist several times. He is also wearing light blue gloves that have a yellow sash around his wrist, white glasses, and tan knee high boots.
Once I got a good look at him, we both sprang up. I quickly slid my quiver on my shoulder, grabbing one arrow and putting it in my bow, and aimed it at the man. He looked to be around eighteen or twenty years old. In the time it took me to aim my bow and arrow at him, he had gotten up, brushed himself off, and quickly threw his hands up when he noticed I was aiming a weapon at him.
"Let me explain," he pleads. He sighs when I don't say anything. "My name is Zach. I'm from Tatooine. I'm a mechan-"
"You're from where?" He stops talking, clearly surprised over me asking.
"Tatooine," he repeats a little slower. I had seen Star Wars enough times to know the name of the fictional desert planet. I give him a slow nod, which he seems to think meant continue. "I'm a mechanic. I just got my first job this morning. I worked on this ship for this guy named Han Solo. I just finished when-"
"You're kidding, right?" He looks at me with a curious look. "Tatooine? Han Solo?"
"You know him?" He sounds a little hopeful.
"Yeah," I say sarcastically. "He's in the movie. Along with Luke, Leia, and Darth Vader."
"Movie?" he mumbles to himself.
"Look," I say more sternly. "Either tell me who you are right now or get an arrow in the shoulder!"
"I am telling the truth!" I study his eyes. They look kind and gentle. I start to feel my heart thud in my chest. Seeing no indication that he's lying, I lower my aim. He sighs with relief, putting down his arms. I put my arrow back up and look at the T.V, not wanting to look at him. "Why were you on the ground?"
"Huh?" I look back at him; I wasn't expecting the question.
"When I first looked up, you were on the ground. Why?"
"The wind," I swallow, getting self-conscious. "The wind from that portal... It knocked me down." He nods, and I look down for a brief moment.
"Do you know where we are?" I shake my head.
"Your guess is as good as mine. I just know I'm in a different dimension."
"Where are you from?"
"Oh no. Just because I'm not aiming an arrow at your head doesn't mean you can learn everything about me."
"At least tell me your name. I gave you mine." True. I wait a moment, studying him.
"Lila," I eventually say. His face breaks into a big grin.
"Lila. I like that." I blush a little, but keep my cool by looking at the camera. Unfortunately, Zach also looks that way, a frown on his lips. "We're being watched?"
"I don't know." Not an entire like, I tell myself. I have no clue whether Dad is watching me right now or not.
"Don't blink!" We both jump at the new voice. "Blink and you're dead." I turn around and find non other than David Tennant on the T.V.
He's a tall, skinny, brown hair and eyed actor. He played the tenth doctor on Doctor Who. In fact, he was in the episode I saw this morning. I feel myself go white and Zach stares at him with his jaw dropped.
"Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink! Good luck." Zach and I break our stare at the T.V. and look at each other. The T.V. goes back to static.
"That was David Tennant!" I exclaim the same time Zach asks, "Did you see that?" Questions begin swirling around my mind.
"David Tennant?" Zach asks.
"Yeah. He plays a version of a character on a T.V. show that plays where I'm from."
"Oh. You mean that's the actor's name." I blink in surprise.
"You watch it? You watch Doctor Who?" He nods his head, beaming at a common interest. "Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing. I just didn't realize that people from Star Wars watched T.V."
"From what?"
"It's a movie series that is based on your dimension."
"Cool. Who are some people in it? Maybe I know them." I tilt my head, studying him. Who is this person?
"Is that really the most important thing rig-" BANG! We both drop to the floor. BANG! I look behind me and look at the door from an upside-down point of view. BANG!
Something is pounding on the door really hard. The door is bending inward on our side with every pound. BANG! It's a miracle the hinges haven't broken off yet. BANG! I look at them and realize that they're about to snap off. BANG! I get up, grabbing my bow and an arrow, aiming at the door. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The hinges snap and the door falls to the ground. I fire, letting go of my arrow, not blinking.
My eyes go big when I realize what I've hit. My arrow is sticking out of the forehead of a Weeping Angel! There are three of them crowed around the doorway. I take a deep breath.
"Woah." Zach must of kept his head down. Until now, at least. "Are these-"
"Weeping Angels."
"I can see that." I restrain myself from rolling my eyes.
"Don't blink," I tell him, and myself, calmly. "Unless you know that I'm looking, don't blink. Don't look away. Remember: A video of an Angel-"
"-becomes an Angel," he finishes. "They can't be destroyed, but they can be tricked."
"Yeah," I whisper. I realize that I'm focusing on my arrow and immediately look at it's torso. "One more thing. Don't look at them in the eyes."
"Oh."
"What?"
"Well... uh..."
"Spit it out!" He pauses.
"I may have been having a staring contest with one." I groan, making sure I keep my eyes on the Angels. "I'm sorry."
"No. Don't apologize. We still have to get out of here." I take a dep breath. "I'll let you know when you get to Three-"
"Three?!"
"-and then you will have to close your eyes. You will keep them closed when I say!" I hear him gulp.
"Okay."
"I need to think." I begin to look for ways past the Angels. I bite my lip, not thinking of anything helpful. We'll be stuck here staring at these things forever! Soon I'll be the only one keeping them from us. My shoulders sink at the thought.
"I have an idea! Ten." I blink in surprise. Thankfully, the Angels didn't move.
"What?" I ask, a little to excitedly.
"Close your eyes and open them quickly!"
"What?" I ask, dumfounded.
"Trust me Count to one from three." I take a deep breath. It's the best plan we have.
"Okay. Three." I look at them long and hard, studying them. "Two." I take a deep breath.
"One," we say together. I blink. The Angels have moved into the room. Just enough where we can get out!
"Genius!" I say excited. We start making our way out of the room.
"Yes!" Zach exclaims once we successfully make it out.
"Someone needs to keep an eye on them," I state. "While the other leads the way out of here. Which do you wanna be?"
"I'll lead." I nod and he turns around. I have kept my eyes on the Angels this entire time.
"Grab both of my hands. It'll be awkward, but it'll have to do. He grabs my left hand with his right, squeezing it. My right hand is gripping my bow, so he uses his left to grab my wrist; our backs together.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Right." I take a step backwards with my left foot, following his right. "Left. Right. Left. Right. Nine. Left. Right. Left." We do the process until we're out of the long room and through the other door. I quickly shut and lock the door.
"Okay," I sigh. I turn around; Zach is smiling at me. I give him a mischievous grin before studying the room. It is a bedroom. A queen bed is made up with white sheets on it. The floor is a white carpet and the walls are painted white. There is no furniture, besides the bed, nor any windows. "Great. We're trapped again!"
"Hey now!" I keep my arrow aimed on the newcomer, my bow string drawn back. "Let's just calm down and talk this out." I keep my eyes trained on him, not moving.
***
"I am telling the truth!" I study his eyes. They look kind and gentle. I start to feel my heart thud in my chest. Seeing no indication that he's lying, I lower my aim. He sighs with relief, putting down his arms. I put my arrow back up and look at the T.V, not wanting to look at him. "Why were you on the ground?"
"Huh?" I look back at him; I wasn't expecting the question.
"When I first looked up, you were on the ground. Why?"
"The wind," I swallow, getting self-conscious. "The wind from that portal... It knocked me down." He nods, and I look down for a brief moment.
"Do you know where we are?" I shake my head.
"Your guess is as good as mine. I just know I'm in a different dimension."
"Where are you from?"
"Oh no. Just because I'm not aiming an arrow at your head doesn't mean you can learn everything about me."
"At least tell me your name. I gave you mine." True. I wait a moment, studying him.
"Lila," I eventually say. His face breaks into a big grin.
"Lila. I like that." I blush a little, but keep my cool by looking at the camera. Unfortunately, Zach also looks that way, a frown on his lips. "We're being watched?"
"I don't know." Not an entire like, I tell myself. I have no clue whether Dad is watching me right now or not.
"Don't blink!" We both jump at the new voice. "Blink and you're dead." I turn around and find non other than David Tennant on the T.V.
He's a tall, skinny, brown hair and eyed actor. He played the tenth doctor on Doctor Who. In fact, he was in the episode I saw this morning. I feel myself go white and Zach stares at him with his jaw dropped.
"Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink! Good luck." Zach and I break our stare at the T.V. and look at each other. The T.V. goes back to static.
"That was David Tennant!" I exclaim the same time Zach asks, "Did you see that?" Questions begin swirling around my mind.
"David Tennant?" Zach asks.
"Yeah. He plays a version of a character on a T.V. show that plays where I'm from."
"Oh. You mean that's the actor's name." I blink in surprise.
"You watch it? You watch Doctor Who?" He nods his head, beaming at a common interest. "Huh."
***
Brick. Of course I know next to nothing about the Doctor Who world.
"Woah." Zach must of kept his head down. Until now, at least. "Are these-"
"Weeping Angels."
"I can see that." I restrain myself from rolling my eyes.
"Don't blink," I tell him, and myself, calmly. "Unless you know that I'm looking, don't blink. Don't look away. Remember: A video of an Angel-"
"-becomes an Angel," he finishes. "They can't be destroyed, but they can be tricked."
"Yeah," I whisper. I realize that I'm focusing on my arrow and immediately look at it's torso. "One more thing. Don't look at them in the eyes."
"Oh."
"What?"
"Well... uh..."
"Spit it out!" He pauses.
"I may have been having a staring contest with one." I groan, making sure I keep my eyes on the Angels. "I'm sorry."
"No. Don't apologize. We still have to get out of here." I take a dep breath. "I'll let you know when you get to Three-"
"Three?!"
"-and then you will have to close your eyes. You will keep them closed when I say!" I hear him gulp.
"Okay."
"I need to think." I begin to look for ways past the Angels. I bite my lip, not thinking of anything helpful. We'll be stuck here staring at these things forever! Soon I'll be the only one keeping them from us. My shoulders sink at the thought.
"I have an idea! Ten." I blink in surprise. Thankfully, the Angels didn't move.
"What?" I ask, a little to excitedly.
"Close your eyes and open them quickly!"
"What?" I ask, dumfounded.
"Trust me Count to one from three." I take a deep breath. It's the best plan we have.
"Okay. Three." I look at them long and hard, studying them. "Two." I take a deep breath.
"One," we say together. I blink. The Angels have moved into the room. Just enough where we can get out!
O.O
There must be a Doctor Who-related reason as to why you can't just hit those Angels with your arrows.
"Genius!" I say excited. We start making our way out of the room.
"Yes!" Zach exclaims once we successfully make it out.
"Someone needs to keep an eye on them," I state. "While the other leads the way out of here. Which do you wanna be?"
"I'll lead." I nod and he turns around. I have kept my eyes on the Angels this entire time.
"Grab both of my hands. It'll be awkward, but it'll have to do. He grabs my left hand with his right, squeezing it. My right hand is gripping my bow, so he uses his left to grab my wrist; our backs together.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Right." I take a step backwards with my left foot, following his right. "Left. Right. Left. Right. Nine. Left. Right. Left." We do the process until we're out of the long room and through the other door. I quickly shut and lock the door.
"Okay," I sigh. I turn around; Zach is smiling at me. I give him a mischievous grin before studying the room. It is a bedroom. A queen bed is made up with white sheets on it. The floor is a white carpet and the walls are painted white. There is no furniture, besides the bed, nor any windows. "Great. We're trapped again!"
YAY GENIUSES
At least it's more comfortable than the last room.
Looking forward to it! 
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