I do not own Doctor Who or any of its contents; all credit goes to Steven Moffat and the creators and to those who worked on the series. I am however responsible for my own OC's and story plot. Thank you.

I began writing this story out before, but my first draft was a bit too cheesy if you catch my drift and therefore I worked on the story and wanted to make it darker, most of the chapters have already been pre-written, and am now looking over them to improve and correct any mistakes etc. that has been made.

I must also point out that I will be uploading most of this story less frequently, but I will keep you informed on when the next chapter will be uploaded.

Lastly, at the end of this prologue, there will be a (play Doctor Who theme) message at which point I want you to open a YouTube vid of the current Doctor Who theme, or any of the previous themes that you personally enjoy.

Oh, and another thing, this story takes place after The Rings of Akhaten.

Enjoy.

DOCTOR WHO

University of the Angels

Prologue

High above planet Earth, the gaseous stars twinkled peacefully as one part of the planet slept, their minds being filled with dreams of sweetness and joyfulness; others dreamt of terrible nightmares filled wars, death and fear.

In a small part of South Wales, Pontypridd, cyclist Nathan Baxter took his nightly cycle as he pedalled down a stretch of road towards the University of Glamorgan. Nearly every night he would take the same route, from his house, pass the University and towards Pontypridd train station and back again.

To some it would seem like a boring cycle taking the same route nearly every night, but to him he enjoyed taking the same route, when Nathan started cycling at night he began to notice different things that he had never seen before, tiny things that went unnoticed by Humans, but he saw them. Every night, he saw something different.

Tonight, he noticed how quiet everything was, he could not even hear the distant movement of the cars that travelled over the freeway, and not even the faint breeze was present, it was deathly quiet, save for the squeaking his bike as he pedalled.

The night was hazy with a faint mist that clung to the road and pavements. The light from the overhead streetlights gave it an orange hue effect. He took his time as he cycled down the pavement that was before him.

For protection, Nathan wore a high viability jacket, a rock hard helmet, and an elbow and kneepad paddings. Attached to front of his bike a flashing white light blinked signalling to anyone that he was on the road, he had another light, but red in colour flashing on the back.

Soon he passed the darkened building of the University of Glamorgan, which looked somewhat creepy without the lights on as he took a quick glance at it, he grew so accustomed to seeing it in the daylight that seeing it in the dark made it looked evil, and it gave him the shivers just by looking at it. At times he would refrain from looking at the building when he cycled passed it at night.

The haze seemed to lift from the ground as he peddled passed the University, and everything looked so clear, he could see the path ahead of him with ease, the orange street lamps helped also, illuminating his path as far as his eyes could see. A bit further up he could see where the road bent slightly and the slight dip in the road. He never noticed the dip before whilst pedalling; this was the first time for him to recognize it.

Nathan pedalled passed the mini roundabout that lead up a small street towards the Universities main entrance and the student car park that was directly opposite the University itself, both wedged between Nathan as he cycled passed them.

Suddenly his attention was drawn elsewhere, something small but blunt struck Nathan in the arm. He turned his head to see what had hit him in the arm.

With his attention drawn, something rock solid slammed into him, or he slammed into it. Everything else was a blur, and it happened so fast. He vaguely remembered himself summersaulting thrice through the air before skimming and skidded across the floor and then rolling to a halt. He heard his bike clattered and clunked as it continued it journey a bit further up.

Nathan felt numb all over; he found it incredibly difficult to breathe. He realized that during his collision or whatever happened, something hard and painful, almost as if someone punched him in the stomach, had winded him, he fought and breathed in heavily, desperately trying to get his breath back.

Nathan tried to get up, but even the slightest movement caused him pain. There was no one around to see or witness what had happened to him and he did not have his mobile with him to call James that he had an accident and need help.

Eventually, he lost consciousness; he was forced to stare at a black and endless void of nothingness that stared right back at him.

University of the Angels

Complete blackness shrouded him. He could see his hands in front of his face; he could see his legs and arms, his entire body. He felt no pain and, he seemed in perfect condition, he began to wonder if he was dead and was now lingering in limbo, though he had to admit, this was not his version of what he expected limbo to look like.

Wherever he was, he did not like it one bit. He called out and his voice echoed through the darkness continuously for some time.

He did not know what to do. He wanted to move, but in which direction he could go? Darkness was everywhere.

An eternity passed from his view, but eternity seemed to fade as he saw two specks of light flickering in the distance, he wondered what they were, fireflies most likely, or maybe they were his guardian angels.

The specks of light grew brighter and rounder. They seemed to emit a faint haze on the outside. Whatever they were, they were not angels, just specks of bright light, which blinded him like two pairs of headlights from a car.

Brightness engulfed him, and the pain returned.

University of the Angels

He found himself waking up to incredulous pain, which ran through his body. It lingered there for a few moments before it stopped and numbed.

He looked down at his hands; they were illuminated under a bright orange lamppost to which he was lying under. His hands were cut and raw with blood. They tingled with faint electrical currents.

Slowly, Nathan got up, wincing in pain he grabbed held of a metal railing that was stuck on top of a wall and used the bars to pull himself up, to which he groaned and grunted with effort.

Nathan got a look around, it was still dark out and he saw the stretch of road he cycled down, it looked pretty much the same save for a winged figure that stood in the middle of the route he cycled down.

Nathan limped achingly over to the figure that stood just a few meters away from him. He used the railing to pull himself along to the figure that stood still like a statue on the pavement.

It took Nathan a while to realize that he was still outside the University of Glamorgan, its windows all dark and black. He shuddered just by looking at the University itself.

Nathan had finally approached the figure after some painful and yet still wobbly legs.

Nathan examined it from the back before reaching its front.

An angelic structure with wings smiled back at him: A stone angel. Its face was so angelic that Nathan could have sworn that it had life in it. It was wearing or rather sculptured out to be wearing a quail and was wearing a wreath of some sort on its head. This must have been what he collided with before something struck him in the arm.

He looked back up the path he came down once again, and instantly something caught his eye, there on the ground was a device in the shape of a brick. Nathan limped over, the feeling in his legs was slowly returning to him. He bent down and picked up what looked like a mobile phone.

He turned it over in his cut and raw bloodied hands. It was switched off, and it looked brand new save for a few scratches here and there.

"Hello?" Nathan called out, but no one answered him. He looked back at the University and its small patch of green grass. Someone must have thrown this at him; it came from the direction of the University anyway, but from which direction he did not know.

Nathan turned back to the stone angel, which seemed to have now gone, moved, disappeared from out of sight.

He soon concluded that whatever happened in those moments to him falling off his bike was due to some student prank.

"Bloody students!" he fumed as he achingly walked back to his bike that was a few meters away from where he landed, he pocketed the mobile. He picked up his bike and gave it the once over, it was bent in a few places. "And I thought at University they had sense, lucky I am not seriously injured, fools!"

Instead of jumping back onto his bike – which was now pretty mangled and instead of riding it home, Nathan pushed it, leaning on it for some support – and soon left the whole ordeal behind him.

University of the Angels

The University had been locked down for the night, but trapped inside the fable building was a group of students.

A student pulled his arm back from the window, where his arm and hand included, seemed to be emitting smoke from within the seeps of his skin.

Jason Woods looked out along the University grounds, he saw a passing cyclist collide and fly through the air after smashing into a stone Angel. Several moments passed and the cyclist woke up and staggeringly he saw the cyclist walk over to the stone statue of the Angel.

Jason gasped hoping that the Angel would leave him alone. Nothing happened in which Jason unleashed a sigh of relief.

He blinked and the stone statue where the Angel had been just moments ago had vanished. His eyes averted back across the grounds to the cyclist where he saw him pick up his mobile. Jason smiled happily but his grin faded as he saw the cyclist head off with it.

"What is he doing?" Jason asked. "Why doesn't he look at the vid? Why is he leaving?" he asked himself.

"Jason!" another male student called from out in the corridor. Running into the law classroom and looking a bit devil may care, his black hair ruffled, panting and sweating like mad, Brennan Ward came to a sudden halt where he saw Jason's hand teeming with smoke. "You placed your hand through the window!" Brennan said concerned. Jason nodded. "The Phone? Did someone pick up?"

"I saw someone pick it up," Jason said shaking his hand. "Brennan, someone's got it!" he said smiling. "But that someone just up and left,"

"I expected as much, it's them, they placed some sort of perception charm of some sort over. Just as long someone has got, we can rest assured that others in the University will not meet the same fate as us."

"What about us, Brennan?" Jason asked.

"All we can do now is try and wait this out and, try and stay alive."

A sudden loud crashing sound made them spin around, there in the middle of the classroom, standing on a cracked, broken table which had been split down the middle, almost as if someone just threw it down, stood a stone winged statue, its hands covering its face.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Jason asked his brown eyes wide in sheer terror.

"Just keep looking at it!" Brennan told him.

"I am!"

"Give me your hand while I escort you to the door," Brennan said as he reached over and grabbed Jason's arm and began to lead him from the Angel and the room.

As Brennan began his way from the room, there at the class entrance stood another stone Angel. "Jason," gulped Brennan.

"Yeah?" Jason asked.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too." Jason echoed back.

Brennan foresaw what was about to come, he simply closed his eyes and…

"Why aren't we moving?" Jason asked, Jason never returned his reply. "Brennan?"

Jason felt behind him, his eyes still on the Angel in the middle of the room. His palm touched something cold, but soft and solid.

Jason's eyes widened, now swarming with panic and sheer fear. He turned around slowly, and looking back at him, a face which resembles that of a Vampiric snarl, with devil eyes and sharp teeth, its arms now outstretched claws, was the Angel that took Brennan. With his gaze turned on the second Angel, the first Angel crept upon Jason.

Before he had the chance to stare at the first Angel, he too was gone.

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