"I felt a surge of guilt run trough my body, I didn't think it would come to this, that I had to do this. But I had no other choice now."
Somewhere in the night:
A man was running for all he was worth. He seemed to be in some kind of hurry. He went out the gates of some big building.
He carried something in his arms, it looked like a body, but it was almost unrecognisable as a body because of all the scars and wounds on it.
The man suddenly stopped.
He raised his right hand in the air. He carved a circle in the air with his bare finger.
He cut space itself like he was cutting butter with a knife.
With some small puffs of steam and purple light a crack opened in the air. The crack was as big as the man.
He seemed really stressed now, in the background there came noises of something big coming towards him. The man got stiff, he dropped the body he was holding.
With the last bit of courage the man picked up the body and tossed it inside the Crack. The Crack closed with a "psssfff".
The "thing" that was chasing him stood right behind him now, he hadn't even heard when or how it got so close.
A deep voice behind him spoke.
"I didn't think you would go to such lengths" the thing sighed. "You thought you could save him some time but I'll just take yours instead until the right moment comes".
The man just smiled, he had achieved more than he thought he would.
He closed his eyes.
He could accept his fate now.