Okay people reacted pretty positively to the last excerpt so here's another one, this time from a story I don't plan to write (much better with the music trust me):

As he passed, the lights in the hall flickered dimly, a memory of a system that had once turned on and off at the presence of an other that no longer existed. The pale light reflected off of doors that had once held laboratories he had known better than her.

You never really knew her, he reminded himself. Not really.

The sound of every step echoing off the halls was unnerving, to say the least, but at this point he was well accustomed to his own company.

Several of the rooms further in had already been marked by his... other company, generally in scratches and damaged merchandise. There was a badge, a Defender's mark, that had been stomped in several times. Heaven knows that the damned had already come here, already looted this place. Anything and everything here was volatile. It was the perfect food for those who are already insane.

Someone had graffitied the symbol of the damned on the wall. The bright, fluorescent blue reflected off his eyes.

It was fitting. Who knew that in the end, it would be her closest friend in one life that would come to destroy her next?
He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as if to slam the thought out of him. That was not her anymore and this new form was not her ever again and she was dead.

They both were. They had known that they would meet each other after death the second they met. Wasn't his name, if nothing else, the perfect indicator?

Delta.

Change.

He remembered the first time he had told her about his plans for the future. When everything finally clicked and was perfect and all she could do was laugh at him...

"You and I, we share things- things no two mortal souls should have in common."

"You aren't mortal."

"No, but soon you won't be either."

He scowled at the memory. Just thinking of her made him sick. After what he'd seen...

"I was wrong, Princess... you are mortal. I watched you die." He laughed ruefully, the sound of his sick voice echoing up the empty halls. "They call us the mad scientists. Ever wonder why an empire spanning an entire planet is running off a reanimated corpse?!"

He spun around and several vials fell to the floor, shattering into ugly glass fragments on the floor. He stood over with disappointment bright in his eyes. His shattered form stared back at him from every fragment.

"I'm going to save you," he promised. "I'm going to save all of us."

With a swift exhale, he opened the next door.