The cold wind blows on my cheeks. I pull out the gun and chick a bullet into place. I place my hands in front of me. Holding the gun to my side I run. I hear guns going off. Louder. Closser, closser, A scream, a female, Willow. I run as fast as I can. Isla sits on the floor. Her wings glow in the moonlight streaming through the window.

“Where is she?” I yell holding a gunpoint at the shooters.

“There!” Isla whimpers, go,” She coughs weakly, and slumps. Suddenly I break into a full state of panic. I can’t lose her I can’t lose her.

“Willow!” I scream the poisonous gas fills my lungs, “Willow!” I scream again. A gun. A scream. The gas fades and I come up coughing. I stumble into a room. A man lays dead on the floor. I see that Willow deactivated the gas. She moans, a pile of slippery blood surrounds her.

“Willow,” I murruer, “Willow can you hear me?” Her eyes flutter open.

“I never wanted to leave you,” She whispers, I watch the light leave her eyes and a single tear slips down her cheek, leaving a wet path behind it.

“Willow!” I yell, but her chest falls, it will never rise again. The one person worth living for, is.. Gone.