Jason handed me a large piece of gazelle before sitting down and cleaning his blade. The meat was so large, I kenw I would have to cut it up. Lifting up the blade i used to cut myself free, I realized that it was much larger then I originally thought. The blade alone was as long and as wide as my forearm. Made with staneless steel, the spine of the blade curved slightly until it reached the tip. The tip and the blade were both razor sharp. This knife made my old blade look like a common kitchen utensil.

"Are you going to keep that?" Jason asked.

I shrugged, "It won't do him any good anymore." motioning to it's previous owner.

"Definatley not." Jason agreed in his same tone.

Looking back at the carnage from moments ago, I realized I had to give Jason credit. He singlehandedly managed to kill three men without batting an eye. Almost as easily as fighting a bunch of kids. The most disturbing think about the entire scene, he kept that same blank expression the entire time. I know i have had that same expression at times, but never when I killed anything. I remember when I killed the hyeenas, I had an angry snarl on my face and rage in my eyes.

But when Jason killed these men, he looked almost like a robot. Absolutely no emotion on his face as he drove his knife through one man's throat and snapped another man's neck. A dawning reality washed over me as I realized I may be having dinner with a legit psychopath. Even more terrifying, one that has a undenyable knack for killing.

"Do you think i'm crazy?" Jason asked almost as if he was reading my mind.

"Are you?"

He kept his gaze on the fire, "I havent been to a doctor to know. My father's training taught me to almost turn off my emotions when killing, so I wouldnt hesitate when the time came. When I do kill, It's as if everything is in slow motion, and it almost doesn't feel real."

"How often have you killed?" I asked.

Finally, he took his eyes off the fire to look at me. The look he gave me wasn't blank, but tragically solemn.

"I try not to keep track." He said.

All I did was nod in understanding.

"What about you?" He asked.

I sighed, "To many."

"i see." was all he said.

As I said that, a sudden wave of emotions hit me like a semi. I shakily reached my hand up and wiped a single tear away as I snivled. It felt like I was about to explode from pent up emotion, exactly how I felt before I attacked Rafiki. My breathing got heavy again, and my head got dizzy. I almost fell over before Jason caught and stedied me.

I looked into his eyes, "I killed my grandmother. She was protecting me from some bad people, and got hurt. To end her suffering, I put a bullet in the back of her head."

He nodded once I finished and placed his hand on my shoulder. Only patting it and sat back before speaking to me.

"It must have been really hard to do that."

"The sad truth is, everyone around me dies."

"Everyone in the world dies Lee."

"Not as bad as members in my family have, that's for sure."

"There were others?" he asked.

I sighed, "My family and I came to Africa to help rebuild a village that was destroyed by an earthquake. One day when my father was driving us, he crashed into a tree. He had gotten wasted the night before, I knew I should have taken his keys. I went to find help, I found Nala."

"Who's she, your girlfriend?"

"My other mother." I said. "Anyway, I saved her several times from hyeenas before returning her to her home."

I pointed to the giant rock formation way in the distance. We had to be at least a mile away, but it still looked as titanic as ever.

"That's it, the creatures here call it Pride Rock. The royal family lives in it."

Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, "A family of people living in a cave?"

I shook my head, "Who said anything about people, the royal family is a pride of lions. After I brought Nala back, she and her mate king Simba took me in. They all did actually."

He chuckled, "A human raised by lions, now that's different."

"Hey, if Tarzan could do it with apes and Mowglii could do it with wolves, why can't I do it with lions?"

He put his hands up, "Okay, fair point."

"Nala gave me two beautiful siblings, and we adopted two other girls."

"So, did you ever go back to get your real family?" he asked.

My voice cracked as I spoke again, "Yeah, but my mom and sister were already dead."

"What about your dad?"

I looked him in the eye, "He shot himself... right after he shot me."

Lifting my shirt, I revealed my scar from the healed shotgun wound from months ago. Rafiki informed me that the scar would be there for the rest of my life. Jason's face didn't change, like it was something he saw every day.

"Damn" was all he said.

The sound of maraca's swaying made me look in the distance. An all to familiar laugh made me cast my eyes down to avoid looking my teacher in the eye. All Rafiki did was tap my shoulder and handed me a cup type object filled with some kind of liquid. I drank it on his command. My body felt warm as my head got dizzy again. Two sets of hands caught my upper body and set me down gently on my back. Rafiki and Jason were knealing over me and talking. That was all I saw before I blacked out a second time in a few hours.

(Jason's POV)

I looked up at Rafiki after we put Lee down. He was still checking his friends pulse and temperature before sitting down closer to the fire. The maraca's on his staff jingled as he set it down and hummed merrily to himself. Deciding to make myelf more productive, pulled out both my Tanto blade and Katana to sharpen them both. Halfway through sharpening my knife, Rafiki spoke to me.

"He will hopefully be more calm when he wakes. When he does, I will take him back. You are welcome to acompany us if you would like."

I gave a small smile as I set my knife down and picked up my Katana.

"I appretiate the offer, but I don't know if I would fit in with all of you."

He chuckled, "Lee has been living with us for quite some time now, I'm sure the Pride Landers will like you when they get to know you."

"That's not what I mean. I have always done better on my own. Family life isnt really for me."

Rafiki sighed,"Well, my offer still stands. I'm sure the king and queen will like you. We can surely use the help. Especially an experienced warrior such as yourself."

"Thank you."

As the hour passed, Rafiki went on to tell me his life's story. He told me how he came to be the Shaman of the Pridelands. That he knew the former king know as Mufasa, and was now working for his son Simba. And how he would continue serving the royal family until he died and his future apprentice would take over. The sound of Lee coming out of his slumber brought him to a halt.

"I will help you take Lee home, after that, we'll see."

"Splended, come now Lee, lets get you home."

He didn't look up at first, like he was coming out of a haze. When he did eventually look up, the look in his eyes made you think he was lost.

"I'm not going back."