Author's Note: Please continue to REVIEW! The only reason why I am writing this chapter is because I was inspired by My Chemical Romance and their song "Cancer". Now, without any further questions… Here is Gale's fourth memory!

Chapter 4: Black Magic

Gale was sitting in his magical potions class, and he was frantically sprawling out early word that the good old Master Mortimer had said. Gale particularly did not like this class, but if he wanted to know everything, the creation of magical drinks was included on that list of everything.

"Now class," Master Mortimer wheezed, "In order to make a healing potion, you would add…"

The wooden doors in the back of the room slammed wide open and a dark, solemn voice filled the lecture room, "Gale, I would like to speak with you."

The medium sized class of seventeen whipped their heads around at Gale and everyone started murmuring petty rumors. Gale gulped and slowly turned his head around to see who was asking for him.

Master?! Gale jumped out of his chair in shock and quickly gathered his things. How did I not recognize his voice?! Gale raced out of the room and stood beside his master. "Yes… Master?" He stammered.

"Follow me," Charles ordered to Gale and then to Master Mortimer, "Please, continue your lesson, James. Gale will not be back before the end of it."

"Of course!" Master Mortimer nodded and then picked up where he left off with his lesson just as soon as Charles and Gales left.

Charles and Gale quietly, but swiftly, walked down the hall. Neither of them spoke a word to each other and the tension between the two of them was growing. Gale wanted to ask Charles what was wrong, but he felt that whatever the matter was, it was better to talk about it in silence. They walked past the library, the gymnasium, where students practiced their magic and spells, and some of the students' rooms. They walked out into the courtyard and past the gardens. Gale knew that from one end of the school to the other was about a ten minute walk, but by how fast they were walking, Gale was not sure if they were going to stop at the end of the campus.

Charles turned right once they arrived at the center of the second courtyard and headed into a large Colonial style home. Once at the door, Charles used magic to open the locks and ushered Gale through the foyer and into a sitting room.

"This is my home Gale," Charles sheepishly smiled at the now young adolescent, "I apologize for showing it to you now under such circumstances as these."

"What… " Gale paused, "circumstances?" Gale could see the wrinkles around the gentleman's face and the dark circles under his eyes. He could also see that there was something wrong, very wrong.

Charles sighed, "Please Gale, have a seat." Charles effortlessly pulled up a chair, using his magic, for Gale to sit in.

Without saying a word, Gale held a concern look and sat down in the red ottoman next to the chair that was pulled up by Charles. "You look like you need to sit down as well, Master."

Charles sighed again and listened to Gale. Gale noticed that his overall aura was heavy and distressed.

"What's wrong, Master?" Gale worried, "You look like Isabelle just died."

"Oh heavens no!" Charles shot up and snapped, "And don't you ever dare wish death on someone, Gale!"

Gale shifted uncomfortably on his ottoman. That's the first time that master has ever yelled at me like that. "My apologies… but please tell me what's wrong."

Charles' voice grew dark once again and he took Gale's hands, "Gale," he paused, "I hate to be the bearer of this sad news, but…"

"Yes…?" Gale pushed him on.

"Your father is dying." Charles finished.

Gale blinked. "That's all…?"

"Yes, Gale…" Charles nodded, a bit puzzled, "Are you not sadden by this?"

Gale blinked again, "Should I be?"

"Yes…" Charles nodded again, "Usually people are saddened by the death or dying of relatives."

"Oh…" Gale looked down, "To be honest with you Master, I don't feel… sorrow… I actually feel… relieved."

"Why is that, Gale?" Charles inquired.

"My father abused my mother to her death and he took my right eye," Gale looked at Charles in complete seriousness, "Should I feel sad when the man that almost took my life away is dying?"

"No matter what Gale," Charles answered, "He is your father Gale, and you will eventually learn to forgive him."

"I highly doubt that." Gale disagreed, "But is there still a chance that I can say goodbye to him?"

"Yes," Charles nodded, "We will leave now." Charles, still holding Gale's hands, stood up and walked away from the pieces of furniture, "Are you ready for your first teleportation?"

Gale nodded with a sigh, "Too bad, I'm using it to visit a lowlife like him."

Charles tightened his lips, but did not say a word. Within moments, a swarm of white yellow surrounded the two wizards and teleported them to Gale's father.

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They arrived to Gale's father within seconds and Gale finally saw his father for the first time in five years. His father's skin was ghostly white, his veins were blackened, and they all connected to a swollen, infected, oozing neck wound. Charles grimaced at the gruesome sight, but Gale held no reaction.

"So you are finally getting what you deserve…" Gale glared at his father.

"You…" His father wheezed, "You God forsaken child…"

"At least you'll rot in hell." Gale's voice was cold.

"I hope… you die…" His father spit blood into Gale's face.

"Master…" Gale continued to glower at his father, "Please leave us. I want to… properly… say goodbye to my father."

Charles stiffened, "I don't think…"

"Now!" Gale snapped.

Charles closed his eyes and turned away from Gale, "I will be out in the hall if you need me." Charles' footsteps were loud in the silent, tension filled room.

The unsettling auras that Gale and his father held were uneasy. Gale clenched his fists and focused in the two auras. He called power from all direction of the five magical elements.

"Father…" Gale gave a sardonic grin, "You will love me for what I am about to do to you…"

"What can a useless… piece of shit… like you… to do me?" Gale's father continued to cough up blood.

"Oh…" Gale pulled his fists close to his body. His white hair floated off of his body and a blue flame developed from his feet. Gale was floating, "I am going to ease your pain father…" Gale continued his last part sarcastically, "Because I love you so much."

"Go to hell boy…" His father smirked with blood dripping from the corner of his lip. His blood was as black as his soul.

"Not before you do." Gale harnessed all of his hatred and loathing into a powerful punch into his father's chest.

His father's chest collapsed and blood spewed out from all openings of his body. The blood was black and warm as it splashed onto Gale's face. For once, Gale felt relieved that his father was dead. He knew that Charles would scowl him later for his actions, but Gale did not care, he was, for once, happy. Gale left his father's body mangled and visible for all to see the evil that a wizard could do.

Author's Note: All done. Sorry if it's kind of lame at the end, my laptop is dying and I am exhausted. If you think the ending was crappy, then review that you want it changed! If you enjoyed this chapter or any other chapters, please review on that too! No matter what… PLEASE REVIEW! Again, this story will only be updated after every few reviews or so (unless I find inspiration like today). Thank you all!

UPDATE 10/09/2013: Thank you Ulyss for pointing out that I had the wrong chapter updated! Please continue to review!