So guys, this is it! It's been an adventure, and I've had a wonderful time. This is the last chapter of my story, and I hope you enjoy. I've spent a lot of time thinking about how to end this, so I tried hard :P Leave me a little parting message in the review maybe? Bye guys!
By the way, I apologize in advance.

The Pures already seemed to have a plan, so all Remus and I really had to do was listen to what they were saying. Which was more difficult then it probably should have been.
"Stand over here-"
"We need you here-"
"Move to your right... No, your other right."
"You have to be next to-"
After about thirty minutes of hustle and bustle, everyone seemed ready to go. Around the room there are various bright-eyed people dressed in their black cloaks, wands at the ready, all preparing to make a break for it. Apparently, somebody decided that the best thing to do is just to fight our way out, rather then trying to sneak around. It all seemed pretty reckless to me, but I suppose this isn't something you do everyday.
We were organized into a thick line, about six people wide, a block of bodies. The people on the outsides of the lines were the tallest, strongest, and most experienced members of the group. The rest of us were placed randomly amount the others, including Remus and I. They told us it would be safer for the two of us if no one could really tell where amount the others we were, and it would be better if we just blended in.
That's probably the only thing about this plan I agreed with 100%.
Despite my earlier talk about how no one was going to die for me, everyone seemed ready to do just that. They petted my back, reassured me I'd be safe.
But I wasn't reassured that they would be.
When everyone was getting into their places minutes before we were going to leave, I stepped over to Remus. I still wasn't sure were exactly we stood, and if we were about to go out there into this unknown territory with an unknown amount of enemies, I wanted to know that he still cared about me.
He was three rows of people ahead of me. When I reached him, I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he jumped.
"Sorry! Sorry..." I said, moving to stand in front of him.
He gave me a weak smile, focussing more on the edge of his cloak sleeve.
"So... I uh... Are you scared?" I asked, trying to get him to look at me.
He simply shrugged.
"Look, Remus. I know you're mad at me and that you'd probably kill me yourself if someone else wasn't likely to do it soon, but-"
A hand smacked over my mouth and suddenly the only thing I could see was the brown eyes of my best friend.
"Don't you dare talk like that!" He growled, his warm breath hitting my face. I felt like I could stand there, staring at him, having this silent conversation created be intimate eye contact forever. But our bubble was smashed by Iris's voice telling us to get in our spots. Remus pulled me by the hand back to my place in line and placed a hasty kiss on my lips.
And then he was gone.
Little did I know that that would be the last time I ever spoke to him.
An alarm filled the air, red lights flashing. The voices of The Pures sounded panicked and unsure, neon eyes blinking and glancing around.
"CODE RED CODE RED CODE RED"
I jogged through the crowd of people ahead of me and moved towards Iris.
"What's going on?" I asked her, moving out of the way of a panicking Pure.
"It's seems everyone realized that both their prisons are missing." She looked away from my face, seeming almost... Guilty.
"Iris? What aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing, I'm not-"
"Iris!"
"It's just..." She sighed. "I'm sorry Elektra. But the illusion on the door to this room disappears once an alarm is sounding. The next best plan of action is to... Wait until they come to us."
I didn't even bother to continue the conversation. It was so obvious to me that The Pures were extremely unprepared for a rescue attempt. I had my suspicions earlier, but it seemed they were all talk no action.
I rushed around the room, pushing past one terrified person after another, searching around for Remus, but I couldn't find him anywhere.
All of a sudden, a loud BANG filled the room, angry shouts assaulted the air and every black cloaked person moved to the edges of the room. In rushed many similar looking men, all holding muggle weapons.
Guns.
"Give us the girl and no one gets hurt!" Fuego stepped forward in front of all his henchmen, he himself armed with a gun as well. "You can even keep her stupid boy. We no longer need him. And I should probably tell you now, these aren't regular guns. Should you try and fight, every bullet that leaves this weapon has Fuego De Lobo surrounding it, making it fatal to humans AND yourselves."
How clever.
Across the room, I saw an unfamiliar girl standing next to Iris with similar hair to mine pull up her hood and take a deep breath.
Stepping forward, she said "I am her."
He looked over at her, a sick grin on his face. Raising his gun, he laughed and took aim.
I knew this would happen! I knew it! And I wasn't about to back off from my word. No one. Absolutely no one. Was dying for me.
"Don't be stupid Fuego!" I shouted. "You and I both know these people are harshly unprepared! Are you really going to fall for the cliché of a decoy?"
Laughing, he didn't move from his original target. "I knew it wasn't you. But she's still a monster."
A shot sliced through the air. The girl fell to the ground.
Rushing forward with incredible speed, I didn't stop to think.
I didn't stop to think about Remus. Or Lily or Alice or Sirius or James.
I didn't stop to think about home. Hogwarts, and all it's secrets.
I didn't stop to think about my parents. How much I missed them everyday.
I acted.
And I acted foolishly.
A second shot sounded and I fell limp onto the cold, rough ground.

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

As the beautiful girl hit the floor, a heart was broken in a handsome brown-haired boy as he calls out in emotional pain. He fought his way to her and kneeled next to her on the ground, pulling her into his arms. Tears spread faster on the fabric of the girls cloak then the deep, angry red that seeped through her stomach. The sick laughter of our main villain danced around the room in a solemn ending. Slowly, every single one of the werewolves in that sad room fell to their knees, colourful eyes all filled with tears.
This is not a happy ending. In real life, are endings ever, truly, 100% happy?
BANG!
A boy in love dies next to his loves cold body.
BANG BANG BANG BANG!
An army of ill-prepared warriors souls drifted into the atmosphere.
BANG!
A group of close friends get horrible news, each of them falling into a dark depression, fumbling to stick together.
BANG!
A story of a lonely girl ends in an even more lonely conclusion.