Chapter 21: The Final Confrontation

Timon and Pumbaa stuck their heads back into the trucks, rolled up the windows then looked at each other, "I'm going to kill you," murmured Pumbaa and they both ducked just as the cannibals unleashed a violent hailstorm of bullets on the truck. The group of soldiers still loyal to Simba had grabbed the rifles of the fallen cannibals and unleashed a counter attack on the cannibals. Timon and Pumbaa bailed out of the truck and crouched in its shadow, loading their weapons and running head long into the heart of the battle…with more valor than either of them ever dared to dream they had.

Simba pushed his way out of the battle, cutting down several cannibals with the AK-47 he was wielding. His eyes scanned the courtyard, laced with blood and bodies, until his eyes found who he was looking for: Scar, sneaking into the Palace via the great oak doors. Simba clipped down another cannibal and followed his uncle into the Palace, but once inside he saw Scar had gotten onto an elevator and the doors had closed, taking Scar up to the top floors. Simba watched the dial and it told him that the elevator had stopped on the fifth floor (the Throne Room), so he took the long flight of stairs up to the fifth floor, there was no where for Scar to run, and no where for him to hide.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Timon and Pumbaa where taking down cannibals by the dozen; Pumbaa with his duel Uzis and Timon had the chain gun which was humming loudly (which would be expected from a gun that off-loaded 200 rounds a minute). They met up with Nala, who had her M82 sniper rifle strapped to her back, and she was using wielding two Desert Eagles and just taking down enemies with great ease and calmness.

"Where's Simba?" she shouted over the noise of battle around them.

"He went into the Palace," replied Timon, taking down a cannibal.

"We need to help him," said Pumbaa.

"Right," Nala replied and the three fought their way out of the heat of battle and into the Palace through its oak doors, Nala and Pumbaa leading the way, Timon bringing up the rear, taking down any cannibal who dared to follow them with the chain gun (minigun would be the proper term as it is commonly misinterpreted as a chain gun, but is in fact a sort of gattling gun.). The three decided to take the best bet that Simba was in the Throne Room, so that was where they went.

Simba entered the Throne Room through a huge arc which led from the main corridor into the room itself. The Throne Room was the biggest room in the Palace, it was at least thirty feet from the floor to the ceiling and it was sixty feet from the arc entrance to the Throne itself. The Throne was a glorious seat of ivory and gold, with red velvet cushions on the seat and arm rests. Ten steps led from the floor to the pedestal which suspended the Throne. Scar was in the centre of the room, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself. He was vigorously wiping his hands on the dusty coat he always wore (Simba had never seen him in any other clothes except for the worn out, black suit and tie he always wore). Simba entered the room, wielding the Uzis and slowly began to approach Scar, who jumped with shock and began to back away, "Simba…you wouldn't do this to your own uncle…your father wouldn't want such a thing."

"You're right, Scar," said Simba, "My father would not want me to kill you."

"Oh thank you, Simba," said Scar, "Yes, you are very wise and very noble…"

"Leave, Scar," said Simba, dropping the Uzis, "Leave this Kingdom, and never return."

Scar smiled and bowed his head as he began walking towards the arc, but as Simba watched Scar brush passed him, he felt a red hot pain in his abdomen. Simba stared down to see that Scar had stabbed him with a dagger which had been concealed up Scar's sleeve, "I want to tell you a little secret," whispered Scar in Simba's ear as he withdrew the dagger and let Simba fall to the floor, "I killed your father."

"You…" gasped Simba, "Scar…you…"

"Yes," whispered Scar, "For leaving me to die, all those years ago, in that rancid Graveyard."

"SIMBA," came three voices from the arc, and Nala, Timon and Pumbaa emerged into the room,

"No," said Nala as she collapsed onto one knee. Scar got up and walked over to her and knocked her aside as he advanced on Timon and Pumbaa,

"Eat this," said Timon and he pulled the trigger of the gattling gun, but the firing mechanism jammed and the gun did not fire and Timon dropped the gun saying, "What's with all the violence?"

Scar succeeded in disarming Pumbaa as well and pushed them both against a wall, saying, "Any last words?"

"Yeah," said Timon, "You are one ugly piece of shit."

Scar grinned as he brought up the dagger, prepared to slice open Timon and Pumbaa's throats. Then they all heard a gun go off and a bullet got embedded in the piece of wall between Timon and Pumbaa's heads. Scar turned around to see Nala with tears in her eyes and a smoking sniper rifle in her hands; a bullet had passed through his body, out his chest and into the wall. Scar stumbled back, clutching his bleeding chest; he smiled at Nala, then collapsed onto the floor. Nala dropped her gun and went over to Simba, who was lying down clutching his wound; she brought her face close to his and said, "It's over."

She drew him into the most passion filled kiss they had ever shared, with Timon and Pumbaa looking on. They all helped Simba to his feet and he hugged each of them in turn and they helped him limp out of the Throne Room. That was when they heard someone groan and they all turned round to see Scar on his feet, clutching a pistol in his shaky hand, "The Throne is rightfully mine and mine it will be…". A gun went off and a bullet penetrated Scar's forehead and he fell to the floor…truly dead. Everyone saw Simba wielding a smoking gun, "Goodbye…Uncle Rama."

When they stepped out into the courtyard, Sarabi ran up to Simba and embraced him, "Where is Scar?"

"I killed him, mother," replied Simba, "I killed my father's brother."

"That was not your father's brother," said Sarabi, "That was a monster."

That was when the thunderous applause began, the few cannibals left were on there knees in a surrender posture and the Royal soldiers were applauding their new King…as the first dawn in over fifteen years, broke the distant horizon.

(A.N. Just the epilogue next and I can finally divert all my focus on my other TLK fanfic)