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CHAPTER 23. REVELATION

Simba dangled from the balcony, with Scar above him pointing the huge handgun in his direction. "Now this looks familiar...where have I seen this before? Oh yes now I remember...this is just the way your father looked before he died." Scar sneered and grabbed his wrist, so he could pull him closer. "Now here's my little secret..." Scar started and whispered in Simba's ear.

"I killed Mufasa!" Scar revealed to him.

Images of that terrible day in 2006 suddenly flashed back through Simba's mind. He remembered his father falling while he screamed; the pillar was obscuring something above him; or someone. He remembered crawling up next to his limp body, how his face was all bloody, particularly his forehead...A bullet wound. He remembered how Scar had left him on the freeway, and then strangely reappeared as soon as he found Mufasa dead. It all fit now, Scar was a lying, selfish murderer. Simba's rage suddenly took over him, a new strength took control and he launched himself back onto the balcony before Scar could even pull the trigger.

He knocked Scar over in the process and snatched his handgun out of his hands. Before Scar even knew what had happened he was on the floor, with a gun pressed up against his throat. "YOU FUCKIN' MURDERER! TELL THEM THE TRUTH!" Simba roared, pressing the weapon even harder against his neck. "Well, you see...the truth isn't exactly..." Scar started but Simba pushed the gun's barrel so hard against his neck that it blocked his windpipe. Scar started to choke before he finally gave in. "Alright...alright...I did it." Scar admitted. "So we can hear you!" Simba growled. "Fine...I KILLED MUFASA!"

Everyone in the room leapt back in surprise, including Scar's men. The squad's despair turned into anger, and a renewed will to fight. The door to the foyer suddenly swung open, and Timon and Pumbaa appeared. "Okay commies, get ready for an ass kickin'!" Pumbaa exclaimed and opened fire with his machine gun. He cut down a large portion of the soldiers in the room but a few managed to get to cover, including: Shenzi, Banzai and Ed. Simba's team used the distraction to gather their weapons and start shooting at their enemies. Simba's head was also turned, and that gave Scar the time to punch him in the jaw, while Simba was recovering from the blow Scar pushed his body off him and scrambled away.

Prideland City Square, Helicopter Crash Site, Same Time.

Corporal Joe Dyson sat behind some wreckage with a M16 folded on his lap. He was out of ammo and about to be killed, he could even hear the screams of Scar's army getting closer and closer. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of his wife and daughters. I'll miss you my girls...just remember that your daddy's a hero. He thought and tears started to appear in the corners of his eyes. He sighed and saw that Weaver, his rescuer, has just been killed. He peered over the top of the wreckage and saw a communist infantryman charging towards him, screaming. The solider swung his rifle at him and the stock smashed into his jaw, knocking him senseless. Dyson opened his eyes and saw the three of Scar's soldiers standing over him; he then looked over to his left and saw more of them executing the remnants of Weaver's platoon, one by one. One of the men standing over him produced a pistol and pointed it at his forehead. This is it...I love you Samantha...kids. He closed his eyes again and waited for the gunshot.

Suddenly a burst of gunfire came from nowhere and cut down the three standing over him. What? Dyson thought and sat up, he reached for his would-be executioner's handgun and prepared himself for the new threat. He looked over and saw Scar's tank explode into a ball of fire, he looked around for the cause of the blast. He heard the sound of jets above him, and he looked skyward and saw four German Eurofighter planes picking off Scar's forces from the sky. NATO, they're finally here. Dyson exhaled in relief and threw the pistol away from him. NATO ground forces then started pouring onto the scene, driving Scar's army back. An entire coalition force had arrived, American Black Hawk helicopters circled overhead and entire convoys of armed Humvees started charging down the streets, blasting their way through Scar's forces which were puny and primitive in comparison to theirs.

A NATO soldier hurried up to Dyson. "Hey guys! I found a survivor!" He shouted with a heavy German accent. "Get the medic...this one's hurt real bad." He added and began inspecting Dyson. "Are you okay?" The soldier asked. Dyson could only muster up the strength to nod. "Shit, what happened to you?" The medic said, this man was American. "Chopper...crash...overrun..." Were the only words Dyson could manage to say. The medic got to work on him and started to patch him up. Dyson looked around him, the NATO soldiers were rounding up the dead, and two of them were about to pick up Weaver's limp body. "NO!" Dyson grunted and crawled over to Weaver's body. "Uh, that's not a good idea...you have a serious back injury..." The medic said but Dyson ignored him. Dyson stopped in front of the dead body and looked it over...this was the man that had saved his life...thanks to him he could see his family again, and he had given his life. Dyson tore off his dog tags and read them. The man's name was Matthew Weaver, and he had died at twenty-two years of age, for him. "Thank you..." Dyson muttered to Weaver's body and put his head down on his bloody chest. It was then that Dyson did something very unusual for a man at thirty-six years of age, something that he had not done throughout the entire course of the war.

He began to cry...