Okay people, I'm back again. Picked this up and finally wrote something constructive. I've had a busy week, and I have more busy weeks coming up so this may be delayed even further. Sorry. Anyway, I've made some minor changes to the original as you can tell. I've compressed a few chapters to compensate for the long Vietnam sequence. Anyway, this chapter sequence is a famous one from Judgement. By the way, that whole thing last chapter wasn't too much was it.

Haradion: Cheers mate. That's the great thing about redoing something that was already good. You can reinvent it, to make it suit two sorts of people.

Kaladion: It was going to be worse, but I turned it down a few notches. Maybe not enough. But I think I made it fit. Of course he has redeeming qualities...Just slowly becoming harder and harder to realize.

Chu10: Well, if you can guess from a few of my hints, one of Jones' sons does fight Scar, and the other doesn't. But they're not born yet though... ;)

Jonny: Sort of. and he wasn't trying to re-write it at all. Where did you see that?

Scbenson2001: Why wouldn't he be happy? He's a father.

CHAPTER 24. THE CALM

The scene melted into a white mist, and Kivuli turned to Scar expectantly. For the first time since the scene that replayed Uru's murder, Scar felt a sick feeling of regret and bitter sorrow clench his insides. Even by his standards, that was disgusting. Ammit shot Kivuli a glance and raised one of his eyebrows.

"I wonder what his child would have thought about that, hey Kivuli?" Ammit gave a half grin, and Kivuli glared at him viciously. Jones' question still echoed in Scar's mind.

"He would have been disgusted, I'm sure." Kivuli said quietly, and turned away. Scar had a strange feeling as he said that, and quickly glanced at the both of them.

"Great work Scar. Absolutely marvelous. And this was only a few minutes after you had been given your first good news in years." Ammit pointed out sarcastically, pacing beside him while straightening his black jacket.

"Well after you've had three years of imprisonment, torture...and I'm not even going to list what else, you wouldn't blame anyone would you? Especially after the good news. I wouldn't have those 'dogs'...or anyone... ruin it for me at that moment." Scar argued back at him.

"And you forget that I spent weeks regretting it and weeping in corners, and eventually advised Mufasa to withdraw all Pridelander forces from the country. How many lives, and years of warfare did that save, huh?" Scar continued, on the offensive now. A long silence then followed, and Kivuli bit his lip as he watched them.

"Great to watch though." Ammit shrugged.

Scar stared at Ammit in horror.

"You enjoy this suffering and misery don't you?" He asked him, surprise etched on his features.

"I feed on it..." Ammit whispered, leering at Scar. He grinned, but Kivuli cleared his throat loudly, distracting the other two. It was becoming abundantly clear, that the presence of all three in the same place was out of not so much a representation of the two extremes Scar was capable of, but of the plain fact that if either pair was left alone together, no barrier erected in heaven or hell would be enough to prevent them from tearing each other apart, such were the extremities of their personalities. Ammit: Malicious and conniving, Kivuli: Compassionate but judgmental, and Scar, alternating between the two. And even in terms of looks, he looked like a blend between the two of them.

Scar then proceeded to look at his watch. 6:47 PM. 11/10/2015. It was still frozen on his time of death. He had no clue what the real time was, even if there was one. They had been doing this for hours.

"How much longer have we got?" Scar asked both of them.

"You got somewhere to be, Scar?" Ammit returned the rhetorical question with a grin.

"As we said before Scar, time has no meaning here. So you may as well sit back, because time simply doesn't exist." Kivuli added, a little more constructively.

"Great, so we could be out here forever." Scar put his hands on his hips. Kivuli shook his head.

"A valid fear, but no. We'll get through it eventually." Scar chose not to reply, but the look on his face expressed his obvious relief.

"Anyway, before another little bitch-fight between you two starts again." Kivuli announced and started bringing on the next memory, the usual mist starting to form before them.

Ammit was still chuckling to himself evilly, and slapped Kivuli on the back sarcastically. Kivuli wheeled around and shoved him back in response, before sighing and choosing the ignore him.

Scar stared in awe and wonder at the two beings before him. They seemed at times such pitiful people. A malicious sarcastic South African man and cheerful Australian guide, and yet for a moment, their true natures were revealed. So much more than just another dead spirit, but supernatural people, part of the stars and darkness of space and of the spirit realm itself. Beings presiding other the spinning of creation with gifts and powers beyond the scope of the mortal mind. He shuddered, but the air finished melting into mist again, revealing the next scene from his life.

Prideland City reappeared, this time looking much more developed and noticeably cleaner. Strange what just a few months without Ahadi's leadership had produced. Despite the odds being against him, Mufasa was slowly turning the economy around. Most of the massive military budget had been cut and diverted to better things. Health care was better, Unemployment had dropped, and slowly East Side was becoming a little less lawless. A new civil rights bill passed by Mufasa had ensured all the citizens, regardless of race, their place in the Pridelands.

Scar and Jones were walking down the sidewalk of the main City metro area. It was late at night, and the street was eerily illuminated by streetlights. Jones wore his formal PRMC uniform, while Scar wore a long tan coat on top of a casual suit. A small red star badge was pinned to his collar, to mark him as the leader of the Pridelander Socialist Party.

"So the season's started back up again?" Scar asked Jones, referring to the football.

"Oh yeah. Bit of a issue though. Following the incident with Ahadi they're making tons of security renovations, and the team will have to play at their training ground." Jones told him. They were talking about the stadium, Carroscir.

"How about names for junior, settled on one yet?" Jones asked, changing the topic.

"Don't tell Zira that I told you...But yes. It's a he, and we're going to call him Kira." Jones nodded.

"What do you think?" Scar asked Jones, who remained quiet following the answer.

"Kira? Not my sort of name, really. I normally like the English ones. I guess it'll suit him in time though." Jones replied, and a short pause followed as they walked through the night.

"Anyway, how about swinging past my place for a drink huh?" Jones offered. Scar waved him off.

"Sorry my friend. I have to visit Zira. She says she can feel it kicking now, and Father Rafiki says it is only a matter of weeks before she is due. That and I got a shit ton of work to sort out for the Party, you know. Ever since I left the armed forces its been all politics." Scar told him and Jones shook his head.

"You know where I stand on Socialism..." Jones mumbled.

"I'm sure I can change your mind. We're not Communists..."

"Yet." Jones taunted with a grin, and Scar gave him a friendly shove.

"You've already changed Carmen's mind."

"Tell her I said hi. Now go get out of here you bastard." Scar dismissed him playfully.

"See you later prince." Jones waved and parted ways with his friends, turning left, around the corner.

Scar continued walking back the place he had parked his Dodge Challenger. Then, he would head back to his small estate that he had bought not too long ago. Zira was staying there, and rather than having her be at one of Mufasa's new private healthcare clinics he had built, she was getting visited regularly by Rafiki at her home, which was still convenient enough for him considering the house was about half way between Rafiki's church and the palace.

Scar had thought the decision to buy that house was a good one. It was a grand three level house with a large garden for Zira and himself to relax in, and a large garage for all of his 'business'. The front garden was also quite large, with a small fountain out the front. He was however concerned that he hadn't installed a fence system though. Considering the position he was in.

It also had quite a story behind it as well. It had been the luxurious hiding place of his mother during World War Two. When the Nazi Army invaded, Mohatu considered it too dangerous for Uru to stay at the palace, which was the target of several attempted bombing raids. So he had her moved to the estate, which was a bit more out of the way. However, it didn't take the Germans long to figure out her location. To try and entice Mohatu to surrender, SS commandoes kidnapped Uru and took her to Berlin. Then came the part of the story that Scar used to love but now hated.

A young Pridelander Spitfire pilot named Ahadi had fallen in love with her, and secretly travelled all the way to Nazi Germany to rescue the princess from the evil Adolf Hitler. When they returned, they lived in the house until Ahadi took Mohatu's place as King. It had since been highly renovated and redone though.

Scar read the address on the keys: 5, Stones Avenue, West Charlton. PLD CITY. Rafiki played down the story though. He said it wasn't quite as interesting, but great material for an animated propaganda feature, which had since been turned into a film classic.

As Scar walked to his car, twirling his keys in his fingers, he felt strange feeling of unease. He stepped past a phone box and bit his lip. He hadn't felt like that since...Vietnam.

He continued to walk casually, not breaking his stride or looking backwards. He then started to hear footsteps behind him. They weren't of one of two people, but more. From an alleyway, two more men appeared, and turned towards him. They wore strange, colorful masks that made Scar shiver. He patted his hip, but only then realized he hadn't carried a gun since he returned from Vietnam. He had burned his old M1911 in shame of what he had done there. He was unarmed.

The two men the stopped in front of him, and he heard the others stop behind Scar as well. They had formed a circle around him. Scar slowly did a turn, seeing that all these men were dressed alike; wearing suits and ceremonial masks that looked of Asian origin. One man then slowly stepped into the circle. His mask was the most frightening. It was of a red Vietnamese dragon, with large flaring nostrils.

"Ah, Prince Taka the scarred...Small world, yes?"

Scar narrowed his eyes at the man that spoke to him. The menacing voice seemed oddly familiar, but he hadn't actually heard it in years.

"Should I know you, man? You seem familiar..."

"I expected you to remember me, Scar." The man said, but Scar shrugged.

"Lose the mask, then maybe I will." The man seemed to nod, and reached up to remove the dragon mask.

"Very well."

The terrifying face of the dragon slowly slid off, but the one that it revealed made Scar's heart stop. It was him. A long scar ran down his face diagonally, ending at the bottom of his cheek. And the messy Mohawk still remained. Scar felt his stomach drop, and s shocked snarl started to form on his face.

"Victor..." He mumbled in horror, his voice trailing off.

"...Charlie." The man finished. "As you would call us."

A million questions raced through Scar's mind. How the hell did he get into the Pridelands? How did he find him? What did he want? Whatever he wanted, it would probably involve an attack on Scar, so he decided to taunt. Anger led to mistakes, and mistakes could lead to him coming off best.

"You probably didn't get the message while I was in Vietnam. Maybe Jones gave it to you - I can recognize his handwriting..." Scar said, pointing to his face.

The rogue Viet Cong growled in anger, bearing his teeth.

"Don't play games with me Prince."

"You sure? I have never seen a man that looks in more dire need of games, or perhaps getting laid once in a while..." Scar smirked, and the other disguised VC gestured to concealed weapons in response.

The VC smiled however.

"I am Bane. The husband of the woman you murdered as she retreated from a lost battle."

"Oh that was your Missus? I wonder how much say she got in that union..." Scar remembered the village now, and smiled.

"Are all Vietnamese women so whiny?"

With a cry of rage, Bane drew a compact Makarov pistol, and quickly leveled it at his forehead. But Scar thought faster, and grabbed his arm, yanking it off target. The two then engaged in a brief battle of strength. All the other circling VC raised their weapons, but couldn't fire in fear that they would hit their leader.

How was that? Some cool shit coming up. BTW can you all find the forum? I know a few of you said they can't for some reason...

This has been JJZ-109, and as always...Have a nice day.