A/N: Sorry guy's I haven't updated my other stories for so long. I've been REALLY busy with school lately so I haven't had the chance to work on them although I can say my rough draft of the next chapter of "An Unexpected Fate" is done! As for this story, it was meant to be a comic (technically still in the works) for a friend of mine "ZeoLightning" which I'm also using one of his OC, Zhar, for this story. Hope you all enjoy and oh yeah.

Warning!: Story is prone to dark moments, sorry, didn't have enough room to post this on the story summery. X3

Disclaimer: I don't own either Zhar or anything El Tigre!

Chapter one:

Traitor

Zhar walked into the large wooden cathedral. It wasn't very well kept but it was home and he wouldn't have it any other way. He placed the diamonds and platinum bars on one of the benches in front. He started to make his way to the back of the cathedral were he made his room. Normally his human ex-wife, Django's mother, would be there waiting for him for some adult activities. Even though they were separated, they could not resist each other long enough to stay away, but tonight of all nights his whole world would be turning upside down.

As he walked into the chamber he saw black dust on the floor and a ring around it as if something was on fire. In the dust he saw his mother's necklace which he stole and gave to his ex-wife for their anniversary, many years ago. Along side it was an old, fairly large hat. However, it didn't take him long to figure out whose it belonged to, that's when he noticed who was standing in front of him, staring down at the ashes, back turned away from him.

There was no doubt in his mind who it was. Only one person would be brave enough to enter the cathedral unannounced other than his mother and that was his son, Django. The end of his mystic guitar, still smocking from previous use just a few moments ago. On the back of his skull lay three large claw marks streaking from one side to the other, most likely caused by previous battles against his rival and the same reason why he wares the large sombrero, so he may cover the shameful scar.

"Django?! What is the meaning of this?!"

Django slowly turned his body around grabbing the bottom of his guitar as he did.

"She had it coming to her... after what she had done to me... and now Zhar... your next on my VERY, short, list."

"Django, Mijo! How could you do this to your own family! How could you slay the very woman who gave birth to you?!"

Django glared at his father with his blood red eye's slowly pulling down on his guitar.

"It wasn't hard... especially since she would never expect it to be done by her own son.... you see Zhar all she ever did for me was bring me into this world! She never cared for me! All she did was leave me home... alone, scared, with no one to talk to or play with! I had to learn everything on my own, EVERYTHING! She was always either out stealing with you, in jail, or IF she was home, she was to depressed to do anything other than CRY over the stupid divorce!"

Zhar was appalled by both the harshness of his son's words and the insolence that followed.

"YOU HOLD YOUR TONG! I'm your FATHER and you WILL show me respect!"

Zhar started to see Django's guitar unsheathe from behind him slowly. He started to take out the Cellos baton (the thing you use to play a Cellos) and placed it on its strings, charging the mystic weapon behind him. Django noticed this and pulled his guitar out fully and had his bonny fingers ready to play the final tone Zhar may ever hear.

"You're NOT my father! You were no better! You left us both alone! Hell I HATE you more than I did her! The only true regret I have is that I can't truly kill you! You've said it your self once before! 'You can never kill what is already dead!' She on the other hand is nothing like us, because she's human! She CAN die!.... You don't deserve to walk amongst the living. No one who would leave there child alone like you did, deserves such a pleasure! No Zhar, you deserve to walk amongst the forgotten souls of the damned. You may be right... I can't kill you.... but that doesn't mean I can't try!"

"Django, you cant let the hate stored within you turn you into a monster, you just commuted a murder, your more of a villain than me now..... but your still my son, no matter how much of a monster you have become, and I don't want to fight you... mi hijo!"

"First, I'm not your son anymore, i dont think i ever was! And second, good, that will make this much easier to do!"

Just as Django said his statement Zhar had thrown his Cellos onto his shoulder like a rocket launcher and strikes his playing baton across the long, rusty, metal string, firing the blast that made both him and his weapon legendary. The large bright green beam fired at Django, but it was to slow, Django rolled to the side and quickly played the music of the damned. As green and red beams of light flashed across the room, everything around them started to fall apart. As the plastic, electric, coin activated candles (placed by Zhar to set the mood for romance), now laid broken and shattered on the floor. Pillow stuffing and bed springs were flying in the air as laser burns left almost no speck of gold paint appear on the walls.

Eventually after only a minuet everything became still as Django sat on the floor, scorch mark on his chest, and looked up at Zhar who was walking towards him, Cellos over his shoulder pointed at his son. Django gave him a glare that would break any father's heart, no matter how evil and villainous he may be.

"Just do it and get it over with! Get revenge on me for your fallen ex-wife! At least... do it quickly so I won't have to feel it."

Zhar looked down at him with a stern look of anger across his half metallic face, but that anger soon broke into a sigh of relief as he placed his Cellos back behind his back and looked down at Django again.

"I will do no such thing. You may hate me but you are still my son and I love you either way!"

Django looked up at him in disgust.

"Then you fail as both a father and a villain!"

In almost an instant Django pressed his guitar against Zhar's stomach and fired a powerful fully charged blast. Zhar who was stunned looked at his ex-wife's ashes and then back down at his son. Not a second later, he fell on his back in silence, as his robotic eye powered down and his other, real eye, stayed open.

Django picked himself from off the ground and wiped away the dust/ash from his poncho and sleeves. He then placed the guitar strap around his neck and walked over to his mothers ashes were his hat still laid. He picked it back up, wiped the ashes away and placed it back on, covering the massive claw marks engraved in the back of his skull. Django walked away in silence with only the sound of his boots spurs echoed in the cathedral's main chamber with every step.

After several minuets had passed, Zhar woke but could not stop what was already in progress. His Cellos had started its proses of being consumed by the green fire, and he will soon be engulfed till he returns once more from the land of the dead.

"Your right mijo.... it's like I told you before.... you can never kill what is already dead. but you will pay for the death your mother, this i swaer appon your mothers grave, you will pay... Django."

And with those last words, Zhar was consumed by the flames of his mystic Cellos. when the fire had dissipated all that was left of him was the ashes of his bones and the robotic half of his body that had only been blackened by the intense fire.

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A/N: Well I hope you all liked it. I tried putting everything I've learned so far about writing into it. I don't know if this is just one complete story or if I should continue it? R&R if you want to comment or see the story continue and remember to check out my main story "An Unexpected Fate"! Till then, keep reading, reviewing, writing, and of course....

Stay Frosty!