Fugitive of Regrets
1) Escape from Hostility
He was still alive, barely, but he could feel the strength inside and started running. He won't be able to win this fight with all the hyenas on top of him. He had to run.
Scar ran fast and fast, as fast as he could but his legs felt numb and weak. There were many teeth gnashing on him though. Many jaws of the hyenas were tearing through Scar's flesh that he can nearly feel them pierce his bones. He has to keep running. But it felt there was something inside him, something like stamina.
Scar turned around and lashed out to the hyenas. Striking them with a mighty hit or with many claws. He then bit one that was close to his neck and kicked one away but many more hyenas were coming. Scar was never prepared for this but yet he growled and snarled to the cats, brandishing out his sharp claws and teeth. But he was losing the fight.
Still he tried to fight that he roared to t them, bellowing out a mighty roar that every animal around could hear, including his nephew.
Simba looked to his right while he stood on the peak of Pride Rock. There was his evil uncle battling many hyenas while he tried to run. Maybe if he went to either help the hyenas or kill his uncle himself the tyranny of the previous kingdom would end.
It was a rainy night that Simba defeated the fight with his uncle and sent him flying down the large rock and ended up as the menu for the hyenas, or so he thought. Scar was not dead, yet.
It was thanks to Uncle Scar that he and the hyenas had to destroy the Pride Lands and ruin life for his family while he, Simba, was out with new friends who have taught him a new philosophy. How could he be so blind? This was his home, not Scar's. He didn't deserve anything while he lived, after his heinous crime.
He was on the rock that Scar revealed to Simba the truth about his father's death. It was Uncle Scar! His uncle! There must be justice! He should be the one to defeat Scar and not the hyenas. They've always been despicable animals from the start he first entered the elephant graveyard when he was a cub. All Simba could do was watch.
Still the hyenas were not giving up that Scar fought hard, it seemed to Simba that an inner monster exploded and his uncle turned into a frenzied lion, ripping and tearing apart the hyenas. That didn't stop them.
Realizing that he still couldn't win the fight, Scar instead ran. He kept running that the hyenas kept jumping onto him and bit hard onto his muscles. Scar still ran feeling yet ignoring the pain. Not only could he feel teeth penetrate him but also his legs were getting tired and he was losing his breath. If only the hyenas would leave him he could rest somewhere. He could return to Pride Rock and try to battle Simba again.
Farther and farther he ran that the earth trembled under his paws and Scar went flying. All the hyenas following him yelped in surprise that they also flew.
Keeping his claws out, Scar felt rocks caress him. Opening his eyes, he saw many hyenas fall down a long wall while he, being the cat, kept his claws holding on an edge. It turned out that he was at the gorge that farther down were many logs and rocks. The hyenas were tumbling down the wall that they landed onto the many logs. They were trying to stand but instead fell.
He reached up again and pulled. Scar's foreleg was onto the grass that he pushed up and felt his hind legs onto the stony wall. He was able to climb up and stood. He looked back down to the canyon that he saw the hyenas trapped on the many logs. Now he was spared. Scar walked away.
There was still pain coursing through him that Scar found it hard to ignore. His back felt sore and his mane felt bloodied. He could probably go to the baobab tree and get help but Scar knew that the mandrill would only trust the Pridelanders, the good lions and not himself. Scar was now an outcast. But he will not be defeated this way! He could still have a chance to get the throne back and hopefully kill Simba on his own. He has to be king! There was someone who was at least loyal to him who might help, though she was a little crazy.
He was about to start walking but he hesitated because there were many scents coming from around and there was something on his tail that Scar looked behind. It was someone he knew.
"What do you want?" Scar snapped.
But it seemed his answer was answered. It was his sister-in-law Sarabi who stopped him that lionesses were behind her. Before Scar could do anything, the lionesses surrounded him that he didn't know who to stare back. But there was a growl.
"I still can't believe you," he heard a lion snarl. "You're a monster." It was Simba.
"You're not going to kill your uncle will you?" Scar asked, worriedly.
"No. You'll have to pay."
Scar didn't know what his nephew had in store.
Days have gone by that Scar was left inside a cave that he was forced to remain hungry for the past five days. He was never let out. Simba and the pride had everything in order though. The Lands were now thriving but not Scar. He was left in the cave that Simba wanted him to remain in there for the course of his life but this felt unfair for Scar.
He was inside a small cave that there was barely enough room to get comfortable and there was only one shed of light beaming inside. He was getting hungry by the minute. What did his nephew do while he was in his hellhole? It was his kingly duties. Still Scar wanted that but for now all he wanted was freedom and never to see Simba again. He didn't want to see anyone. He has to get out. Perhaps the rocks are loose.
The sunshine was peering through a hole where the rocks were forming an opening. That was his only light shade. Scar reached up and pushed the rocks. But as he pushed, they were not budging. He gave another push, then another, then another, but still the rocks wouldn't move. So instead he stood up on his hind legs and pushed harder on the rocks. No matter how hard he pushed, the rocks wouldn't budge. Getting desperate, Scar instead rammed to the rocks, hoping they would loosen. It was the second time he hit the rocks that many small rocks fell. Scar backed away realizing the larger rocks were starting to fall to. So he pushed the rocks again and again. They were starting to fall behind his elbows.
Scar gave more pushes that the rocks finally gave way and fell to the ground. He was greeted by the bright sunlight that he had to shut his eyes, nearly blinded.
There was a smoothing feeling Scar felt once the sunlight hit his body, he can now see the African plains and Pride Rock. He was finally out of the cave, yet he was starving. He walked away.
Walking through the long grass, the dirt under his paws, the sight of the acacia trees, was like heaven on Earth but there was still a weight that was dragging back to the cave. A scent came from behind that Scar only stopped, not daring to look.
"Who said you can leave?" a voice demanded. Scar knew who it was already. "How did you get out?"
"There are ways Simba," Scar drawled. He really didn't want to look at Simba, not after being put in that cave.
"But you're a prisoner and you will return to the cave!"
"I've done nothing."
"You killed my father!"
"Why, yes I did."
"You'll always be known as a murderer until you die!"
"But I'm starving."
"You'll starve until you know the law! It's been five suns and you still don't understand!"
Scar chuckled, "I believe you don't understand, being a slave." Simba scowled to Scar.
"If you're hungry, I'll tell the lionesses to bring you food."
"You won't let me go?"
"Never."
Scar only scoffed at his nephew and walked away but instead Simba ran and faced him. Scar would only look down to the ground.
"You're not going anywhere," Simba stated. "And you'll remain in the cave."
Without another word, Scar started on a run to his right. He ran fast from Simba that he knew his nephew would follow him. Scar just wanted to leave.
He ran farther and farther that still Simba was on his tail; he rushed through the long grass passing many trees in the meantime. The chase could've been worth the while or it might've been relaxing, needing to stretch, but it wasn't worth it. This was a chase that involved a young adult lion in hot pursuit of an evil lion.
All Scar wanted was to get out of the Pride Lands and leave, hopefully to never return, but Simba wanted Scar. He wasn't going to stop until he had him back in the dark cave where he could learn justice.
Scar ran further down the plains that he came to the large canyon. Seeing no pass way around it, Scar instead climbed down. He could hear the heavy paws from behind pursuing him that he climbed faster down the rock wall.
The logs were still in the canyon that Scar instantly jumped onto one. Keeping his balance, he was able to walk on top of the logs and head further down the gorge. Simba came to the canyon that he saw Scar trampling in the gorge. Without further ado, he jumped down. Scar took a quick look behind. Simba was climbing down, following him. He continued.
The logs underneath his paws were always giving out that it was hard for Scar and Simba to stand still and walk easily. Simba nearly fell while Scar held his balance. It was a good thing that he was a good climber.
THWUP, THWUP! The logs kept falling but there was another loose log that Scar slipped and went flying.
He found himself at a flat landscape but there was a creek, filled with fresh water. Scar wanted to drink the water but instead he followed it. The water ran down the valley that it formed into a giant waterfall. He took another look behind seeing Simba jump down the cliff, baring his teeth. There was no other alternative, though it scared him. Holding his breath, Scar jumped.
He followed the stream of the waterfall that he looked down where there was a large lake. Will he be able to land safely? Scar couldn't give out any sound while he only stared down, praying he'll make it. He could hear his heartbeat. Simba watched him fall into the lake.
If only I could've gotten him before, Simba thought. But that's it. He won't be able to survive. Would that be the end of the justice? Simba walked away.
How wrong he was that Scar was able to swim to the surface and take a deep breath, feeling the cool oxygen enter his lungs. As much as he hated it, Scar had to swim to the edge and pulled himself out. He shook off the water, hating the feeling of the water on his fur and mane.
Feeling tired, Scar went to go sit and again tried to shake off the water, though he took a drink from the lake.
He was able to escape! But now he has more troubles, his nephew is hunting him down! Well, at least it's not everybody, than it could be worse. It's just Simba. It's not like it's the devil. And by the way, he can handle his nephew. Maybe if he has the chance, Scar could return to the Pride Lands and battle his nephew again and win the fight. But he needs to savor this moment.
It's been so long since Scar has been out. For five days he's been trapped in that infernal cave and hasn't eaten. It was clear that Simba hates him. Why won't anyone love him?
His family hasn't ever loved him and he can't trust the hyenas. Yet there was that one pride and lioness. Later, he must go to them. They have always been loyal to him since the start of his reign. As for right now, he's tired. Time can wait.
Simba was back at Pride Rock that he told the lionesses about his uncle's departure.
"He's gone!" he yelled. "He escaped!" The lionesses were looking at him bewildered. "I thought nobody can get out of that cave!"
"Nobody can, Simba!" his girlfriend, Nala, told him.
"But he did! How did he? I thought the rocks were embedded correctly! I have to get him!"
It was unusual for anyone to see Simba in this kind of behavior. Nala always thought he was a joy to have around and Sarabi thought he was a happy lion. They've never known that Simba could be serious about capturing someone. He even surprised his friend Pumbaa but not Timon.
"Ah, Hakuna Matata," Timon scoffed. "What if he won't come back?"
"What if he does?" Simba snapped back. "I'm going after him."
But before Simba could climb down Pride Rock, his mother stopped him.
"Just let him be Simba," she told her son. "Scar will not return."
"He will Mother," Simba snapped again. "The only way to stop him would be to catch him. I already banished those lionesses who obeyed him. What if he comes back with them?"
Sarabi spoke as any mother to their children, "Rest for now my son."