Blackout (H.J.G x Male)

The start of it all.

The sound of rain hitting the windows of the abandoned building filled the empty air. A man pushed the door to the bedroom open before falling over. His knee had a bullet in it and his right arm looked to have been blown off. He let out a ragged breath as he crawled to the closet, he turned and saw a man walking toward him. Glass and stray pieces of wood breaking underneath his boots. The injured man tried to crawl faster but, it was hopeless the presumed attacker grabbed him by his injured leg and yanked him to him. He pressed his boot to his injured knee and the man let out a blood-curdling scream. "Please stop!" The man cried out as the man, stone-faced, put much more pressure on his wounded knee resulting in the man letting out more screams. The attacker grabbed the man's left arm and rolled down the sleeve all-too-familiar tattoo of a skull and twoheaded snake. The tattoo bearer's eyes widened as his face drained of any color and fear enveloped him. The attacker looked at the man his purple eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Did you stop when the Muggle families begged for their lives?" The man asked, his voice was thick and rugged. His grip on the man's wrists tightened as he started to pull. The tattoo bearer screamed out as he felt his muscles being strained before his arm was torn off. The former tattoo bearer let one last scream before a bullet was put in between his eyes. The man threw the arm aside as he pulled out what looked to be a wand he stepped outside and fired a blast of energy into the sky. A green skull with green glowing eyes and a snake coming out of its mouth appeared before a purple dire wolf killed the snake and crushed its skull. The man looked forward and saw a woman standing in front of him, a woman with black hair with strands of white. As the rain. Poured down upon them the man spoke. "Lestrange." "Sychar." She responded twirling what looked to be a wand between her fingers. "Master isn't pleased with you." "He's not my master." He said tilting his head. "I rejected his mark and I'll kill as many of you as I need to." Lestrange sighed through her nose. "All this over a Half-blood child and some Muggle whore." The man narrowed his eyes and pulled out his wand. "That 'whore' was my wife." Silence filled the air as they both pointed a wand at each other green and purple light shooting out, meeting in the middle sparks shooting everywhere. They struggled for dominance, Sychar gritted his teeth and leaned to the side before turning into a ball of light blue magic dashing a few ways away. "Diffilo!" A slash of magic flew toward Lestrange who reacted quickly. "Protego!" A shield surrounded her and protected her from Sychar's spell, but he didn't let up "Stupefy! Stupefied! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!Stupefy! Stupefy!" Spell after spell repeatedly hit the shield slowly breaking it. Sychar didn't let up as he kept firing spell after spell hit the shield and soon it couldn't handle it anymore. The last Stupefy hit Lestrange in the chest sending her back into a tree. She groaned and pointed her wand back at Sychar. "Expelliarmus!" He casted before she could causing her arm to launch itself aside. "Accio." He cast, catching her wand in his hand. The man walked up to her. "I should've known you would betray us, Igor! You and your Muggle-loving mindset! Thank God your parents are dead! Oh how disappointed they would be in you!" Igor narrowed his eyes, holstered his wand, and pulled out a 1911 pistol. "My family were a closed-minded idiots. Just like you, Malfoy, and so many others," he pulled the barrel of the gun to her head. "My name is Igor Sychar! And I will have my revenge!" He exclaimed but before he could pull the trigger he was tackled away by a werewolf. Grunting the man looked at the werewolf in front of him. "Fenrir." Fenrir grinned before rushing toward him. Igor dodged him, once more turning into a ball of magic. Fenrir growled and rushed him again but he didn't make it far as a loud bang rang through the air and a sharp pain enveloped Fenrir's left knee. Falling to the ground Fenrir whimpered on the ground. Igor panted and looked down at the gash in his side. Clicking his tongue he stood up and looked at Lestrange who now had her wand. Igor's eyes widened realizing Fenrir had taken it from him. Annoyed Igor raised his wand once more only to feel a pain envelop his entire left side before being thrown back into the abandoned house from the force of the blast. Igor struggled to breathe he felt his now broken ribs pushing against his lungs. "Fuck..." he groaned out looking up he saw a hooded man walk through the door his glowing yellow eyes peering into his soul. "Great... its you." Igor said trying to raise his wand hand only to for the yellow eyed man to step on his hand. "Ah ah ah. Don't do that." He said crouching down. "You would've been a helluva Death Eater. Shame that woman got to you first." He shrug. "No matter. I'll make sure your son is well taken care of." He spoke taking out his own wand pressing it to Igor's forehead. "Any last words?" "...I'll see you in Hell." "Hm... Avada Kedava." And with that... Igor was dead.