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CHAPTER 24. GET SCAR
The foyer to Scar's office had been turned into an indoor battlefield, Scar's guards and Simba's squad exchanged fire and hid behind anything they could, pot plants, desks, cabinets and other large solid objects. Simba crouched behind an overturned desk and readied the Desert Eagle pistol he had taken from Scar, he then leapt out of his cover and fired a solitary shot at a cabinet one of Scar's men was taking cover behind. The shot slammed into the cabinet, and to his surprise, went straight through and killed the man behind it. Simba looked at the pistol, impressed. Not bad, this thing is actually pretty powerful. He continued to fire furiously at his stunned opponents until his radio interrupted him. "Just a heads up, NATO has arrived, they are pushing towards the palace and are headed your way, Overlord out." The PRF command said on the radio. So that's why none of their reinforcements have come, well good luck trying to stop NATO. Simba thought happily, he could now guarantee that everyone (excluding himself) had a chance of making it out of this alive and victorious.
Just as Simba was reloading his gun, Scar darted across in the middle of the open and safely made his way to the corridor. Oh no you don't, your not escaping me you sick bastard. Simba's relief from the radio call turned into rage and he prepared to follow Scar. He turned to Swifty, his machine gunner. "I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME SOME COVERING FIRE NOW!" He shouted above the noise of the firefight and jumped out into the open. Swifty jumped out too, and fired a long burst from his M60, keeping Scar's troops pinned behind their cover. Simba wasted no time and charged down the corridor after Scar. As soon as Simba was safe, Swifty stopped firing and unpinned a grenade. He lobbed it behind the guards and within seconds, the explosion killed the majority of them. The few survivors either raised their hands in defeat or retreated. "HA! The bastards are running, C'mon guys lets finish this." Nala remarked and started to round up the few prisoners.
Meanwhile, Simba charged down the corridor, in pursuit of his evil uncle. He eventually caught sight of Scar, about to climb up the hatch that led to the roof of the palace. Scar turned around just in time and gasped when he saw an infuriated Simba running down the hall after him. He slammed the door to hatch shut and locked it, so that Simba couldn't follow him up. It was no more than two seconds after he closed the door that he heard Simba's furious pounding on it, trying to bust it open. Scar didn't waste any time tormenting him and climbed up the ladder as quick as he could.
"AH!" Simba shouted in rage, and then he remembered: If Scar's Desert Eagle could shoot through a cabinet, it could easily shoot through a door lock. Simba lined up the gun and fired, and sure enough the shot smashed straight through the lock, sending the door swinging open. Simba climbed straight up the ladder and onto the roof.'
Scar's jog turned into a flat out sprint as he got onto the roof, his evacuation helicopter sat on it's pad only fifty meters away. The small helicopters rotors buzzed, ready to take off. The pilot stuck his arm out of the side and motioned for him to hurry up. Suddenly, Scar heard the hatch swing open behind him and sure enough, Simba emerged from it. Scar ran even faster and tried not to look back. Simba started after him, but it was no use trying to catch him, Scar had too much of a head start. Simba chased as the helicopter started to lift off, with Scar safely inside. Simba started to slow down; realising there was no point going after him. He could radio for NATO to send a fighter plane to shoot them down, but by the time they got there Scar would be long gone. Can't let him get away! Simba thought and pulled out a hand grenade. He unpinned it and charged towards the helicopter. Hopefully his idea would work, it was his only hope of getting Scar. I need to time this right...three...two...one...NOW!
Simba held the grenade in his hand for a moment before throwing it, the timing of the blast had to be perfect otherwise he would have failed. He pelted it at the tail rotor of the helicopter, praying it would blow at the right time. Come on...BLOW NOW...PLEASE! Simba thought. The deadly bomb floated in the air for a second before exploding right next to the tail rotor, sending the chopper spinning out of control. YES!
The helicopter's tail had been blown clean off, and now it plummeted towards the thick roof. It spun towards Simba but he ducked it just in time, the fuselage skimmed the top of his head as he dropped. The chopper whirled around before finally smashing into the roof. It did not explode but fuel started to leak out of the side, and started to catch fire. Simba got to his feet and rushed over to the wreckage. Simba trudged through the mess and heard a moaning coming from the other side of the wreck. The gravely injured pilot was trying to pull himself away from the mangled heap of metal but Simba stopped him. Simba looked into his eyes, and saw the same evil he saw in Scar, he raised his gun and shot him. Simba continued to scan the wreck looking for Scar, but he was nowhere to be seen.
He finally caught sight of some movement behind the smoke. Simba charged through the flames, he couldn't even feel the burning pain due to his anger powering him. Scar stood at the edge of the roof, trapped. Simba pulled back the hammer on the Desert Eagle and approached Scar. "Murderer..." He snarled. Scar became deliriously desperate and pleaded with him. "No Simba...I...am...family!" He cried and looked over the edge of roof, it was a 135-meter drop to the Memorial park below. "You don't deserve to live..." Simba said darkly. "You don't understand...Simba, it was the East Side citizens that are the real enemy...it was their idea and I was pressured into doing it!" Scar lied desperately; unaware that he had left his radio on, and downstairs Shenzi, Banzai and Ed had heard the whole thing.
Downstairs, Memorial Park.
Shenzi, Banzai and Ed had been furiously holding off NATO until they heard Scar and Simba's conversation several stories above. "Why that lying, no good..." Shenzi started, outraged. "Motherfucker." Ed finished her sentence, equally angry. The three felt betrayed and started to realise how Scar had used them the whole time.
Back upstairs on the roof.
"Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie." Simba growled. Scar looked into his eyes, terrified. "What are you going to do? Surely you wouldn't kill your own uncle." Scar pleaded. "No Scar, I'm not like you." Simba said. Scar exhaled in relief and put a hand on his forehead. "Run...run away and never return." Simba said, repeating the same words Scar had said to him years ago. Scar started to slink away, defeated. "Yes...your MAJESTY!" Just as Scar said the word 'majesty' he picked up a handful of dirt and flung it into Simba's eyes. Simba winced in pain and dropped the gun. Scar then used Simba's blindness against him and attacked, he Simba by the throat and tried to force him off the edge of the roof, but Simba recovered and fought back. The original confrontation had turned into an aggressive fistfight.
Every punch and every block seemed to go in slow motion for Simba, he had turned into an experienced fighter. Simba finally gained the upper hand and caught Scar in the jaw with a right hook. Scar collapsed to the floor, faking injury. Simba looked over at him and Scar surprised him, he jumped off the floor and grabbed Simba by the neck again, trying to drag him towards the edge again, but Simba was stronger and stopped him right on the edge. He then turned himself around so that Scar was facing the edge, but because Scar had a hold of him, he couldn't force him over otherwise he'd fall too. "I knew you didn't have it in you Simba!" Scar taunted him.
Simba struggled against Scar and then he noticed it. The Desert Eagle handgun was still where he dropped it. Scar when will you ever learn that it's a bad idea to give me guns. He stretched a foot out and flicked up into his hands. He tried to get a shot at Scar, but the way he was holding him from behind made it impossible. An idea then popped into his head, but it wasn't going to be pretty for him. "Think I don't have it in me to kill you...think again. Hakuna...Matata...mother...fucker." Simba said through clenched teeth and pressed the gun against his own chest. Scar's eyes opened wide with terror, realizing what he was doing. Simba pulled the trigger, and the shot ripped through his body, and then into Scar's. The bullet knocked Scar off the edge of the building and he plummeted to a certain death.
Simba looked over the edge watched him scream as he fell. Simba sighed and collapsed onto the floor, panting. The adrenaline started to leave him and his wound started to hurt. It felt like someone had held a knife to his chest then driven it in with a sledgehammer. Simba panted for air and started to limp his way downstairs, the pain growing with each step he took. Blood poured down his shirt and he pressed a hand against the wound trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use.
He finally caught up with his squad on the lobby, fighting with the remnants of Scar's army. With each step he took, his vision blurred and he felt life grow fainter and fainter. Nala noticed him hobbling over and her jaw dropped. Simba took one last look at her and felt his legs give way beneath him. "GET A MEDIC OVER HERE NOW!" Nala screamed and hurried over to him. Please don't die, I love you. She thought. Simba started to feel life slip away from him as he bled out on the ground. The medic got to work on Simba but gave up and folded his bloody hands on his helmet. Nala looked at him in fear, the medic just looked at her sadly and shook his head sadly. "No...YOU HAVE TO SAVE HIM YOU HEAR ME!" She cried at the medic. "I don't think I can...I'm sorry." The medic said to her. Nala turned her attention to Simba and shook him. "You have to stay with me!" She cried. Simba managed a weak smile and put a hand on her cheek. "I-I'm sorry Nala...p-promise me you'll be a good queen, rule well baby I l-love you." Simba muttered. "No, you're gonna rule yourself! Simba listen to me...you're gonna be a daddy...you can't leave me!" Nala said and placed Simba's hand on her belly. Nala felt the tears sting her eyes when Simba's eyes closed. "NO!" She cried and tears poured down her face. His pulse had stopped.
Has Simba finally died? Find out in Chapter 25/Epilogue or whatever the hell you want to call it. Don't forget to review.