CHAPTER 12. MADNESS OF SCAR
Scar sat back in his chair, enjoying a glass of scotch. He was trying to forget about all the stresses he had encountered lately but Zazu was also in the room, singing terribly. "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen, nobody knows my sorrow." Zazu whined. "Lighten up Zazu, perhaps you could sing something with a little...bounce in it." Scar said partially drunk. Zazu thought for moment, then he remembered that Justin Bieber song his daughters used to listen to. "Baby...baby...baby...oohhh." He began. "NO!" Scar snapped, "Anything but that." He growled. Zazu then started singing Michael Jackson's Billie Jean. "Billie jean is not my lover, she's just a girl who says that I am the one." Zazu sang, and Scar started to join in. Zazu stopped singing and muttered: "I'd would never had to do this for Mufasa..." Scar stopped singing and glared at him. "WHAT DID YOU SAY? You know me, never mention that name in my presence, I am your leader and you will do as I tell you unless you fancy a day with the firing squad." He thundered at Zazu. "Of course sir, just calm down...you don't want to get another one of your splitting headaches again do you? You have been drinking a lot." Zazu said calmly. "How much I drink and my law are two very different things." He snarled at Zazu. The door to Scar's room suddenly swung open.
Nala appeared, escorted by two of Scar's guards. Scar calmed himself down and swung his chair around to face her. "Ah, Nala...glad you could join me." He said. "You summoned me?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes I did, now please take a seat." he gestured towards his bed, and then turned towards the guards and Zazu. "Leave us." He said aggressively, they all complied and left the room. "I said take a seat." He said to Nala again. "No thank you, I'd prefer to stand." She said firmly. "Sit, that's an order." He commanded. Nala rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed next to him. Scar cleared his throat and spoke. "Nala you know how much I like you." He started as he picked up her hand. "Yeah, I do. Now what's this about?" She asked worried that he'd found her out. Nala was a double agent, she worked for Scar as a maid, and sometimes a bartender at Banzai's reopened bar and liquor store, however she also worked as a spy for the Resistance, all the drunken soldiers mouthing off at the bar gave her some valuable Intel which she would pass on to the Resistance command. Scar may not have known it until then, but she was responsible for the ambushing and deaths of hundreds of his soldiers. She hated Scar's selfish and cruel regime, and was determined to put and end to it.
"Well, there have been rumors floating around that you have been helping the PRF." Scar said straight up. Shit, I'm finished. Nala thought, frightened. "That's ridiculous, you know how loyal I am to you sir." Nala protested. Scar tightened his grip on her hand. "You know I don't like it when people lie to me. I knew how close you were to the Prince before the revolution." He snarled. Nala trembled with fear and tried to look away from him. "Normally the punishment for a crime of that magnitude would be the firing squad, but I like you a little too much for that. I'm willing to let you make it up to me." Nala turned to look him in the eyes. "What do you mean?" she muttered. A grin swept across Scar's face. "Well every great leader needs a successor you know." Scar started. I doubt anyone would classify you as a great leader. Nala thought. "And I was hoping that successor would be of my own blood." Scar smiled at her seductively and placed his hand gently on her leg. Nala finally understood what he meant. "You're an attractive woman my sweet Nala, I know that and so do you, which is why I have chosen you." Scar said quietly. He slowly began to slide his hand up her skirt. "Stop it." Nala said firmly. "Now, now Nala, you know you like it." Scar whispered. "No I certainly don't. Get away from me." She forced his hand away from her. "Don't touch me ever again." She growled at him. Scar started trembling with rage. "Listen to me you filthy..." He said as he placed a hand over her mouth and tried to force her flat onto his bed. Nala was too strong and skilled for his feeble attack. She yanked his hand off her mouth and within seconds she had him in an arm lock, wincing in pain. She looked into his scarred left eye, glaring at her. She couldn't stand him anymore; she released him and punched him several times as hard as she could. Scar tried to fight back, but was no match for Nala, who to his surprise was a trained soldier. Eventually Scar collapsed onto the floor, unconscious. His nose and lip were bleeding, and a bruise started to develop on his jaw. "SERVES YOU RIGHT YOU DRUNKEN MONSTER!" She shrieked at him.
Nala realized what she had just done and ran out of the room, tears burning her eyes. After that night Scar would place her on the wanted fugitives list and demand her dead body. She ran towards the elevator, tears streaming down her cheeks. Two of Scar's guards stood on each side of the elevator door. "Hey where do you think you're going?" One of the guards said, and he proceeded to point his rifle at her. Before the guards even realized their mistake, they were on the ground dead. Nala blew the smoke off her silenced pistol and stepped into the elevator.
Her mobile phone started ringing in her pocket, she picked it up and accepted the call. "Hey Nala, this is Weaver. Why aren't you at camp? We've all been looking for you." Matthew said. "Yeah I'm sorry, Scar summoned me." She said still sniffling. "Okay, well anyway I got an assignment for you. I need you to track down someone for me, call sign 'Kingfish'. This will be a dangerous one." Matthew spoke carefully, in case it wasn't a safe line. "Okay well we can talk about it when I get back, I'm still trying to survive the last assignment you gave me." She said angrily. "Okay then, Weaver out." Nala pocketed the phone and started to wonder how exactly she planned to escape from this mess she had just gotten herself into. I would have been better off if I just played along with Scar's little game. Nala shook off that thought. Scar would probably have had her shot anyway even if she did sleep with him.