"NO!" she screamed as his lifeless body fell to the ground.
She ran to him and collapsed at his side. He couldn't be gone. He just couldn't. But he was. And it was all her fault.
She had pleaded for him to let her come here tonight; to let her come to ensure both of their futures. But he wouldn't let her come unless he came as well, and look what it had cost him.
He did it to protect her. He sacrificed himself for her, and now she was once again alone.
She looked up and saw the figure of the man who had just ripped away one of the last people she held dear and anger boiled up inside her.
She would kill him. She would make him suffer just as he had made him suffer.
She slowly raised herself to her feet and took three steps forward, wand drawn at the ready. Just as she was about to chase after the swine, two arms restrained her with a vice-like grip. She struggled against it, screaming, kicking, scratching, but whoever it was held fast to her.
Her captor then began to whisper things to her, but she was too consumed in anger to care. Finally, she stopped struggling and whoever it was loosened his grip around her which was exactly what she had wanted.
She quickly darted from their grasp and through the door the object of her anger disappeared through moments earlier.
She could here her captor persuing her, but she didn't care. She kept running until she could no longer hear them behind her and when she finally did stop, she found herself in a dark room filled entirely by mirrors. Everywhere she looked she could see herself looking back, and behind her, only a dark abyss.
She felt another's presence in the room, almost as if dozens of eyes where boring into the back of her skull. She slowly turned about, scanning her surroundings for any sign of movement, ears straining to hear any sound that would give away any indication of another being's presence.
When she finally stopped turning and stood still, she heard someone softly breathing behind her. She looked up and saw his eyes borring into hers as he smiled twistedly at her, wand pointed at her back.
Her eyes burned with rage. He took him, and now he would pay dearly for what he had done.
She turned around sharply to face him, and before he could get a word out, a stream of blue light jetted out from the tip of her wand.
Her spell bounced off a sheild he had created for himself and she dodged the rebound just before it hit her square in the chest. Instead, the spell crashed into the mirror that had stood directly behind her. A cry of anguish escaped her throat as the entire room burst into a cacophony of shattering glass. The last thing she saw was a jet of green light hit her enemy square in the chest and his lifeless body crumple to the ground before everything in her vision went black.