Villains

Scar (3)

~ 20 years later ~

The shade seemed like his only comfort.

It was the place where Scar could tell Mufasa that he wasn't interested in anything that he had to say. Scar was sick of him. Really, he was. But Mufasa had matured. But it wasn't any different.  Scar still hated Mufasa with every fibre of his being. And that was true. He looked to his right and wasn't even surprised to see his disgusting nephew, Simba running up to him, who was quite out of breath. Scar sighed. He looked so much like his ugly father and grandfather. This made Scar hate Simba even more. "Hey, Uncle Scar! Guess what?" exclaimed the cub.

"I despise guessing games." Scar huffed.
"I'm gonna be king of Pride Rock." proudly said Simba, undaunted.
"Oh goodie." said Scar underwhelmed.
"My dad just showed me the whole kingdom! And I'm gonna rule it all!" Simba cried happily.

"Yes, well forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know." Scar flopped down and rolled away from his new phew. God he just wanted a little him time. All the time. But the undaunted little shit just came back for more.

"Hey, Uncle Scar, when I'm king, what'll that make you?" asked the little cub, curiously.
"A monkeys uncle." groaned Scar.

Simba laughed, "You're so weird."
Scar groaned once again, "You have no idea. So your father showed you the whole kingdom, did he?"

Simba grinned a toothy grin, "Everything!"
Scar wondered aloud, "But he didn't show you what's beyond that rise at the northern border?"

Simba shook his head, "Well no. He said, I can't go there."

Scar laughed, "And he's absolutely right. It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest of lions go there."

Simba said defensively, "Well, I'm brave. What's out there?"
Scar sighed, "Well, I'm sorry, Simba, I just can't tell you."
Simba pouted, "Why not?"

Scar placed his massive paw gently on Simba's head. "Simba, Simba. I'm only looking out for my well being of my favourite nephew."

Simba squirmed free from Scar's claws. "Yeah right. I'm your only nephew."

"All the more reason for he to be protective. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince- oops." Scar sighed letting out his little 'secret.'

"An elephant what? Whoa!!!" Simba exclaimed.

"Oh dear, I've said too much. I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later. You being so clever and all. Just do me one favour? Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place." Scar pouted.

Scar hugged Simba tight with a deadly glint in his eye. He knew what he was doing. "No problem." Simba replied. Scar gave his nephew a little boot to start him on his way.

Then he called out to Simba, with the deadliest look he'd ever had, "And remember it's our little secret."

~ Days Later ~

Scar watched as Simba called for his father, in the gorge in the midst of the wilder beast stampede. Mortally wounded, his brother made a valiant leap up a steep incline. He climbed up a loose rock that gave way. He struggled up the incline and climbed up just beneath a rocky overhang. He dug his claws in painfully and dangled.

Then Mufasa called out to Scar from where he was watching him in pleasure, "Sentwaki!- Scar! Help me! Brother— help me?" Unmoved, Scar glared at Mufasa. Then Scar dug his claws into his brothers forearms, pulled him closer and whispered:

"LONG LIVE THE KING."