He wanted Syrin, she had gotten in his way. Stupid! How could she be so stupid? She should've known what would happen if she went against him. Consequences. Bad things happen to those who cross Tom Riddle.
She splashed through a puddle as she dashed down another seemingly endless hall. She was trapped in some sort of labyrinth.
"Syrin!" she shouted desperately as she ran. She had absolutely no idea where she was, or where she was going. All she knew was that she needed to find Syrin before Tom found her. She continued to call her, however, no response came from the empty corridors. She stopped in the middle of a large hall, panting for breath. She turned around and nearly shrieked in horror as she stared up a giant stone sculpture of Salazar Slytherin.
"Marvelous, isn't it?" a voice from behind her inquired.
Her heart jumped to her throat as she screamed and spun around in fright. Tom Riddle stood there, smirking at her, obviously very pleased with the reaction he got from her. "Hello again, Fae. Fancy meeting you here," his voice as cold and cruel as normal, but with that uncanny smoothness in the edge of his voice... he could get nearly anyone to do anything. But not Fae. Never Fae. That was the basis of his hate for her. She wasn't afraid of him. He couldn't get her to obey him. Syrin was just the tree that grew from that seed of hate.
"Tom, where's Syrin? I need to talk to Syrin!" her voice gave away much desperation than she had originally intended.
He chuckled darkly, "Does the little bird get nervous without her friend?" His voice changed drastically on that last word.
"Little bird? You have some nerve, Riddle!"
"Do not yell at me. Have you forgotten where your loyalties lie? I believe you have, Fae. That is why you're here," he took a step toward Fae, but she shoved him back.
"Where is here?"
"This? This is the Chamber of Secrets..." Tom spoke as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "This chamber, constructed by my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin-"
"GET ME OUT OF HERE, TOM!" she interrupted.
"No... I've warned you before, Fae!" he growled. "Syrin is mine! I've told you to stay away and you disobeyed me!" He grabbed her by her arm and flung her onto the floor. She looked up and saw a flash of crimson shoot through his eyes. He smirked down at her, "I've given you privileges that you didn't deserve, but you'd rather have a best friend. You'd want to be a loyal friend rather than a servant to the greatest wizard there ever was?"
Rage was vivid in his eyes. But Fae kept her voice still and strong, "I was a friend to Syrin. You claim her as your property. She's yours. You think she deserves the feeling of abandonment! You think that if I'm not here she'll have nowhere else to go. You want her to come to you, sobbing and crying, and worshiping you at your feet! You don't want her to gain the attention of anyone else but you! You know I don't fear you, Tom. I wasn't born with fear! You were afraid of me taking Syrin from you. And now you brought me here... so you can get rid of the one thing between you and what you want. You know I won't let you get to Syrin. And I made her a promise. A promise to protect her from you! And I'd give my life to keep that promise!"
Tom's lips became a straight line across his face and he stiffened up, "So be it..." He looked down at the pitiful girl on the ground in front of him. She would have been a useful pawn to him, with her undying determination, and her passionate will. But, Tom new better than to think he could tame her defiance.
Fae laid there staring at the cold, stone floor, her long brown hair falling over her face. She didn't regret what she said. She meant every word of it. Life wasn't given for one's own sake... It was given for one to share with others, and if Fae's life ended for Syrin, it would not have ended in vain. There was no longer the doubt in her mind. Fae wasn't stupid to go against Tom Riddle. She did it for Syrin. She regretted nothing.
"Stand up, Fae. Now!" Tom snarled in a menacing voice.
"No! I won't!" she shouted back. Suddenly, a new voice came from the other end of the chamber.
"FAE!" shrieked Syrin in horror. Fae's eyes met with Syrin's, then Syrin's gaze drifted over Fae's shoulder. A look of terror engraved Syrin's face.
"Avada Kedavra!" Tom yelled from behind Fae, and she fell to the floor. Her last visions were that of her only friend, and a blast of unforgiving green light.