Chapter 2

(Matt's pov)

30 minutes later.

I was getting ready to sleep and made sure to lock the door when I heard...laughing. Hyena laughing. Right outside my trailer. Grandpa wasn't kidding when animals occasionally wander around here. so thank god I had to lock the door. But what scares me so bad is when I see two Hyenas peeking at my window showing their teeth while I hear the door handle being rattled by the outside probably from another Hyena. Thankfully the door is locked. I see my grandpa come out of the trailer with a loaded 9mm Beretta pistol and he was pissed.

"Get out of here, you Hyenas!" I heard my Grandpa shout outside the trailer as he fired a warning shot from his pistol.

I see three Hyenas hauling ass out of here and I sigh in relief.

My Grandpa's footsteps were coming closer to my trailer and he knocks on my door with his cane.

"You okay in there?"

"Yeah. Thank god I locked the door."

"See? I told you that would happen. Your lucky it wasn't a lion then you'd probably be in big trouble."

"I haven't even slept yet and already I'm on edge."

"Get used to it. You let me deal with the animal if it doesn't want to leave."

"Okay. Thanks for the save."

"No problem. Good night."

"Night."

I finally went to bed and fell asleep forgetting that incident I just had.

The night was peaceful. Surprisingly...I was hoping for another wild animal to make noises again but it didn't.

A couple of hours later, I woke up out of bed and brushed my teeth and washed my face. Grandpa was cooking...fish?

I got out of the trailer and greeted my Grandpa.

"Hey, Matt. Breakfasts ready."

"Fish?"

"It's the outdoors, Matt. You'll have to deal with it. It's not like your expecting a restaurant right across the road and order a burger."

"Touché..."

I get the cooked fish from my Grandpa and started eating it...while avoiding the bones.

"So...what's been going on when you were with your mother?"

"Great. Mom finally got a job that is perfect for her. A cook. I graduated from high school and became a freelance photographer. That is if I can get hired by a company for my skills."

"Freelancer, huh? Interesting..."

We continued our chat when a Warthog and a Meerkat walking towards Grandpa. He sees them and you cannot believe what Grandpa does.

"Well...if it isn't Timon and Pumbaa."

"You gave them names?"

"No...they told me." He said as he takes a can of...bugs?!

Thank god I just finished eating otherwise I would lose my appetite or threw up.

He feeds the um...Timon and Pumbaa the bugs as I looked away so I don't throw up.

However...I noticed two cubs playing with each other. One big problem...according to Grandpa, Outsiders and Pridelanders are at each other necks for I believe for control of the land. Then why do I see two cubs playing with each other? Doesn't that smell trouble? I sense a Romeo and Juliet scenario.

"Grandpa. I want to get close up on those cubs over there."

"Just don't go to fa-"

He stops what he was going to say as he slowly turns his head towards me and he looked somewhat mortified.

"Did you say cubs?"

"Yeah? They're over there." I said as I pointed where the cubs are playing.

He sees the cubs and was in complete shock.

"Crap! Got to go! Don't go anywhere! Timon! Pumbaa! Let's go!"

"Wait! What's going on!?"

"Nothing you should worry about right now."

Grandpa, Timon and Pumbaa ran to Pride rock in a complete panic.

When they were far away, I readied my camera and hid behind a tree.

"Hmph...I'll get to the bottom of this and find out what you're up to."

A couple of minutes later, I hear a lion roar right at one of the cubs and a lioness jumping off her hiding spot and roars back at the lion. Grandpa running with a lioness with other lionesses Timon and Pummba and I swear to god...the animals talk. Call me crazy but I'm serious. Listen...

"Ah...Nicholas. So glad to see you." Said a menacing lioness with a sarcastic tone.

"The feeling is...mutual, Zira." Grandpa said with so much hate.

Zira? That means hate in Afirca. What a strange name for a lioness.

They bicker and bicker until I heard something that caught my interest.

"Oh... haven't you met my son, Kovu? He was hand-chosen by Scar to follow in his pawprints... and become King!" Zira said as she showed Grandpa and the other lions and Timon and Pumbaa the cub.

"Pbbb! That's not a king... that's a fuzzy maraca!" Timon said.

Really? I've heard funny insults than that. Keep trying though.

"Kovu was the last born before you exiled us to the Outlands, where we have little food, less water..."

"You know the penalty for returning to the Pride Lands!" The lion growls.

"But the child does not! However... if you need your pound of flesh... here." Zira said as she nudges her cub, Kovu, to the lion.

What!? Has this lioness lost her mind?! If I had a kid, I wouldn't put my kid in a situation like this!

"Take him and get out. We're finished here." The lion said as he picked up his cub and walked away.

"Oh no, Simba... we have barely begun." Zira said with a wicked glare.

Wow...and I thought the villains in TV were menacing. But wait there's more! Guess what Zira said that pissed my Grandpa off.

"And Nicholas? I'd keep your relative safe if I were you. Don't want him to...get himself hurt."

That sent chills down my spine. Nicholas ignored her and followed the lion with the lionesses and Timon and Pumbaa. I can see the anger sinking into Grandpa. How did that lioness know about me!? Well... I can think of two things. One: The outsider lionesses I saw when I got in Africa or Two: The Hyenas from last night. I'm going to go with theory number one.

Zira carried Kovu and walked away.

I took a picture of the lioness, went in my trailer and locked the door. I was scared out of my mind. I don't like being in situations like this. I'm going to have a word with Grandpa about this.

(A/N: for those who are reading this and want to know about Nicholas' adventure before Matt, you're probably thinking "I smell a prequel.". Well depending on how the story goes, I'll think about it.)