A burst, a riot of bright colors exploded and disappeared. In a dead-end alley, two figures stood: a girl, or maybe it was a young woman, and a tall, slender man.
"What the hell was that!? What did you do? She was a friend!" The girl spitted out her words, barely suppressed her will to yell and demand. Her body shook with rage, even her ashen hair was tremoring slightly, strands of enchanted light pulses springing into different directions in the rain, like drops of drizzle on an umbrella.
The man replied with a flat voice, "What I knew I must. Let's not draw even more unnecessary attention. Come this way, please." Under the façade of this calmness, he exuded an emotionless, calculative prowess that yielded obedience even from lionesses, at least, when within reasons.
"I will need an explanation." The girl's green eyes flashed.
"As you wish, but later." He did not grab the girl's arms to take her into his direction, which he knew was where they had to be; he didn't even touch her – he merely gestured with his arm and waited. The girl clenched her fists and grimaced, just as she was about to say something, the man spoke again, "She is safe, no need to worry yourself." Then, in a tone that's lower and softer, "I promise you this." The green-eyed girl's eyes stopped flashing and - without taking off her grimace completely - she strode out from the dark alley with him closely following, into the neon lights lit streets, into the night, and into another unknown direction.
In the alley, there was only the muddy dumpster and some lousy anti-corporate graffiti; no trace of what or who happened. In a moment, some of its natural inhabitants would return, first stray cats, organic and not, then homeless junkies and underground business one-dealers. In this world, like most worlds, no one notices when one of its inhabitant stops being in this world; whether the inhabitant disappears in the ultimate sense, or happens on another world, it makes no difference. This world is simply busy raining.