With a final, last scream she stabbed her dagger deep into the man's heart. His eyes widened, and he coughed up blood as he heaved to force air into his ripped lungs. Then, he was still.
His killer, a young woman, sat down beside him and leaned to the wall. She, too, had some grave injuries; one of her arms was missing, and a blade was stuck in her stomach. She breathed heavily, but was smiling. She had killed her opponent. She had survived and had avenged her husband's death. She could now rest, for the first time in months.
Her body showed clear sighns of the cruelness she had encountered; it was thin, barely more than bones, pale and battleworn. She had not cared for her health, her ony thoughts had been revenge and hate. Hate for the man who had destroyed her life. Hate for herself, not being able find him. Hate. She did not know other feelings anymore. Her whole body, even her mind, was cold and numb.
Now, that she had had fulfilled her task, this numbeness was overwhelming. She could not move. She could not scream out her pain and suffer. Before she passed out, she felt a single tear running down her cheek. Then everything went black.
I hope you enjoyed this little story. Since I neither have the right idea nor the time to continue writing it, I ask YOU to do that. :D Write the next chapter! Let the battle of quills begin! :D