Weeping Angels - Stop Sonic

Rory backed away from the two Weeping Angels in front of him, flashing his torchlight from one to the other. He backed into the Doctor, busy trying to keep his own two Weeping Angels at bay. ‘It’s no good,’ said Rory. ‘I can’t reach the “On” switch. I messed up, and now we’re trapped and are probably going to die.’

‘It’s not over yet, I should be able to activate it with this,’ said the Doctor, deftly raising his sonic screwdriver.

Which failed to light up or make any sound. ‘Oh. That would’ve been a lot more impressive had it actually worked. No, you were right with the first thing you said.’

There was another boom of thunder and crackle of lightning. It lit up the Angels’ faces. They were snarling hungrily, their jagged teeth bared, their tongues lolling, their foreheads ridged in scowls of hatred, their eyes

hideous staring blank orbs of stone.

Rory held them back using his torchlight. The light grew dimmer. Rory shook the torch and banged it with the palm of his hand, but it didn’t get any brighter. ‘Doctor. The torches—’

‘The Angels are draining the energy,’ said the Doctor. ‘I know. Hence my sonic trouble.’

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Touched by an Angel, Chapter 17