Author's Notes:
Okay! I know I haven't updated this story in a LONG TIME but it's because I've been having problems with my USB and it kind of crapped out. However, I managed to have most of my stuff saved in a separate hard drive, which is great. I decided that I might as well update some of my old stories here whenever I can and bring in some new chapters that I already did. For these fanfictions and a couple of others I already written several chapters but I have not finished these stories yet.
Here's the summary for this chapter: Rhonda and her team come to in the middle of Death Valley and they meet up with a young lioness cub named Winda; however, she proves to be a very fierce and intimidating foe and they also learn her direct connections to Zalira. They also must contend with several of her Tsavo minions, especially when Lena gets separated from her dog, Poodles. As for Winda, I was kind of afraid that I made her too similar to Vitani in physical terms and I tried really hard to make her really distinct from her; however, her personality is completely different from her thankfully. I think I did okay with her physical description and now reading back on this I think I did a very good job, especially with the carrot-colored nose. Believe me, you haven't seen the last of Winda; she gets a lot worse as this story progresses. And you'll see Mr. Piano in the next chapter also.
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Chapter 3: A She-devil Clad In Gold
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You think you can defeat me, Team Legacy? Think again!" declared a hoarse, scratchy, raspy voice. Yubaba then came back into consciousness and then found herself stranded in the middle of Death Valley. The sun was high in the sky as vultures and buzzards circled it. Mice, jackrabbits, and desert owls lurked nearby, minding their own business. Yubaba attempted to get up but was struck with severe pain in her torso. She then looked down to see that there was a bloody hole on her clothes and gave out a scream. Lena Rosenberg was clearly dazed and stars were swirling in her eyes. Courage, who had brain matter bumps coming out of his head and blood coming out his mouth and nose, gave out a hyena-like laugh. Tsavo lions were jeering and deriding the heroes and were yelping with chuckles, snickers and laughs.
"Wow. That was a heck of a crash," commented one Tsavo lion. "You said it," agreed his companion. "Those assholes were dropping down in midair like a collage of stars. They were on fire, man. They were burning meteors about to collide with the desert sands. It was almost as if you saw a spaceship combusting into flames during reentry," chattered another Tsavo lion. Henry Rosenberg was eavesdropping on the conversational banter while he feigned death. His eyes were closed and he made his body so still it was as if he was actually dead.
Then the Tsavo lions dashed to their positions in military formation as a young lioness cub ambled along them. This cub had woman-like eyes that were very intense, sensual, emotional and alert and were also bold and effeminate. These eyes also had only two car window wiper eyelashes each, one on the top and the other on the bottom. These eyelashes were mere bold, straight, short lines and were constructed as if a person was just starting to draw. The lioness also had a unibrow, which was also bold and exaggerated.
She also had wavy tufts of yellow hair on her head and her eye color was amber. Her nose was slightly short, narrow, and pointy, and her cheekbones were high too. The young lioness was no more than 4"7, and was nearing 11 years of age. Along with her short turtleneck, she also had broad, widening shoulders and her legs were lanky yet powerful. Her nose was as orange as a carrot, so she had earned the nickname, "Carrotface," which she disliked greatly. Although she was small, her domineering and nasty persona caused those around her to be very apprehensive and fearful. Her name was also Winda. "Hey Winda. What are we going to do with those people lying in the sand?" asked the former Tsavo lion. "Throw them into the Sierra Nevada and let them die. Mother doesn't want anyone interfering with her machinations," Winda answered coolly and crisply. Zira, who was lying on her right side, froze. She was terrified of what might happen next.
Just then Winda happened to notice the periwinkle cub. She was rocking on her back while making swipes with her paws. Winda then smirked as her eyes glowed sinisterly. "Hello there, princess. Aren't you a cute little squirt?" she purred as she approached the little kitten. May was watching her every move. She bit her lip and felt very helpless as she painfully witnessed Winda inching closer to the cub. Soon she couldn't take it anymore. May then jumped from where she was lying and then blocked Winda from the periwinkle cub. "Don't you dare touch her!" she hissed warningly. Winda then quickly stood up and her fur actually became frizzled and wild as she prepared to launch her attack. Her claws were bared and her teeth and fangs showed. But then Poodles pounced in for the battle. He growled fiercely and glowered at Winda. Winda snarled and growled back.
Then, she made her first move by tackling the Shih-Tzu and assaulting and badgering him with slashes and pawing. Poodles fought back by clouting and punching Winda in the face. He then bit her in the muzzle and then smacked her across the face. Winda then performed a leg sweep and a swift kick that nailed him to the ground. Then, as he got to his feet, he made a glance at Winda and then dashed off, with the evil lioness at his tail. Winda was speeding at 200 miles per hour, and Poodles was trying to go ahead of her. The Tsavo lions were just sitting there, watching the race.
"Man! That dog sure can run fast!" exclaimed one of the Tsavo lions. "Yeah! I'll bet on that dog any day!" bragged another one of the Tsavo lions. This was the one opportunity Zira was looking for. She then shook the sand off her fur and then crept up to the lions with stealth and silence. Vitani then also took the time to go in the other direction and also was sneaking up behind the lions. May just stood there, paralyzed, and with her arms clasped around the periwinkle cub.
Lena fumed indignantly. "No one is going anywhere until we find Poodles!" she declared. "Where can we find him? Poodles could be anywhere by now!" pointed out Paul Swimmerton. "Lena, if we're going to find him, we might have to get out of here. Besides, if we stick around for too long, Winda is going to come back and murder us all," Rhonda contended. Just then, Poodles was scurrying back to Team Legacy, with Winda lunging at him. "NOW!" screamed Lena. Zira and Vitani then ambushed the Tsavo lions and battled them.
Vitani wrestled with two of the males to the ground and sunk her teeth into their throats and then slashed their bellies wide open. Zira, meanwhile, fought tooth and nail literally with an experienced fighter Tsavo male. They rolled in the ground and the Tsavo male went for her neck and pinned her there. Zira could not move. Winda smashed into Poodles and then tumbled with him in the sand before standing on top of him, with drool seeping out of her mouth. Poodles was trembling and he started to whine.
Lena finally had enough. She then morphed into a lioness and then charged at Winda. She then slammed the young lioness on her back and then raised her claw while it radiated in the light. Winda then managed to attempt a pounce and then slapped Lena twice in the face before kicking her in the head. In retaliation, Lena grabbed Winda by the neck and then tossed her into the air. She then gave Winda a punishing swift blow to the face before sending her flying into a cactus. As soon as Winda landed on the cactus, she gave a loud yell before catapulting back into the air and then landing right in front of Adult Simba.
"Well, that takes care of that," he said with a slight smile. "Where can we go now? We have no vehicle, we have no way of reaching Washington, D.C., and with the train exploding and all…" complained Debra Messenger. "I think we got somebody who can help us," interrupted Adult Nala, who was pointing to an approaching stranger. The stranger then emerged from the shadows and then materialized in the bright, glaring light. A flash of light was cast upon his countenance and Tess McNeal recognized him.
It was Abraham Hershel! "Holy shit! He survived the crash?" shouted Nuka, surprised. "Abraham!" screeched Tess McNeal, who ran to him and trapped him in an embrace. "Hey there, Tess. I was just about worried about ya," said Abraham Hershel in an uncharacteristic sunny matter. "Abraham, is there any way we could get to Washington, D.C.?" Tess McNeal asked him. "Well, I do have a 1975 Delta Arizona racing car convertible. It is very old and the paintings are faded and rough and there are some mechanical problems, including with the damn gas, but other than that it should work," Abraham Hershel said in reply. "(Chuckling) Did you hear that, Pumbaa? That old mook has a racing car!" Timon joked to Pumbaa. Abraham Hershel whistled and then the 1975 Delta Arizona came buzzing right in. It was a 100-foot roller coaster; with the words "'75 Delta Arizona" painted royal blue on both sides. The seats were tightly firm and were made of brown fur fabric from brown bear. The interior and exterior was painted midnight blue.
The tailgates and headlights were lightning bolt lamps that gave off red/blue light, and the fenders on the front and back were royal blue as well. However, rust was starting to show, and the mirrors were crumbling into pieces. But instead of a steering wheel, there was a golden joystick. You have to spin it in order for the car to move. The directions are also simple. If you tip the joystick to the north, it goes straight or advances speed if you're pushing on the brakes. If you tip it to the left or right, it goes west and east. If you tip the joystick to the south, it turns back or goes slowly if you press the brakes. Soon everyone got into the car, with the cubs and blue jay in hand, and with Winda in an experiment container. "What? I thought we might catch an experiment on the way," Thomas Carmichael tried to explain while his wife gave him a dirty look.
"If you do not let me out right now, I'll rip your heads to shreds!" threatened Winda nastily. "We're going to find her mother and tell her what a horrible child she is," Suzanne informed her husband. "If we find her," replied Thomas Carmichael. "Enough chitchat and let's head to D.C.," snapped Abraham Hershel crankily and then he ignited the engine. The car kicked and roared before dashing off into the depths of the desert. "My mother is the boss of an entire corporation," Winda told everyone haughtily. "Oh really? What does she do?" inquired Kate Seymour. "She is the director of an elite police force, importer of priceless jewels and gems, breeder of animals, weaponry manufacturer, and also she runs an adoption agency. She also owns a laboratory where aliens and superheroes are created," explained Winda. "Does she supervise anything else?" asked John Milton.
"Well, she also works on engineering a living organism's DNA in order to alter it and make some significant improvements. My mother is also making a study on biological weapons, and she also keeps them in a laboratory, in a place where no one can access them but her. She also makes studies about space and she designs state-of-the-art technology in preparation for future colonization of far away planets," Winda added. "Where does your mother live?" questioned Sarabi. "She lives in Washington, D.C., in one of the richest neighborhoods in the country," answered Winda. "And that is?" scoffed Adult Kovu. "Potomac," was Winda's reply. And as the 1975 Delta Arizona drove on, Winda mentioned one more thing. "Oh, and by the way, you get to sleep in the penthouse if by any chance you decide to stay in our area," she added.