"Will you stop following me?" Scar demanded, as Mtumwa continued to follow him through the Pride Lands.
Mtumwa let out a loud, high-pitched, annoying laugh. "You're so funny! I wish I could be just like you!"
Scar growled, feeling anger boil up inside of him. Mtumwa had to be by far the most annoying lion he had ever met – well, next to Simba, that is. But Mtumwa had some kind of insane obsession over Scar, and he had the feeling that meant Mtumwa wasn't going to leave him alone.
How could people like this even exist? As if Scar didn't already have enough problems on his hands, he had to contend with a lion who had some kind of a girlie crush on him. Could it really get any worse for him?
If this kept up, he was going to kill Mtumwa. And he was going to make it hurt, too.
Scar turned around to face Mtumwa, anger evident on his face. "Look, if you keep following me I – and I mean it this time – will tear your head off and hang it on my cave wall!"
Mtumwa just stared into Scar's eyes, amazed. "Wow… I heard you were angry but this surpasses all my expectations. You truly are amazing."
"You flatter me," remarked Scar sarcastically, turning around and continuing to walk. There had to be some way of getting rid of this guy… But whatever Scar threatened him with, he just seemed to completely ignore it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He truly was a disturbing character… and certainly one of the strangest Scar had ever encountered, and Scar had seen some strange hyenas in his time, but Mtumwa truly took the cake.
He might as well kill himself. Mtumwa was truly of no use to anyone. Seriously, what use could he be to anyone? No use, that's what.
That was what Scar was thinking angrily as he walked along. He's no use at all. A pathetic creature if I ever saw one.
What use could he b e at all? What use could he…?
Scar trailed off from his thoughts when he slowly came to realise something. Mtumwa… maybe he actually could be of use to Scar… In one way or another…
Hmm… thought Scar, mayb e the little idiot could b e of some use to me. He's so ob sessed with me that he'd do anything for me. Anything…
An evil smirk crept across Scar's face as he conjured up a sinister plan, one that involved the use of Mtumwa. He'd be the centre of his scheme, the heart, the core. The driving force behind the whole of the plan.
After all, Mtumwa had so many flaws – he was easy to exploit. He wouldn't even question Scar's orders. After all, Mtumwa was his 'biggest fan'. If Scar asked Mtumwa to marry him then he'd most likely accept. Mtumwa would do anything for Scar. Anything. He was obedient, he would take orders without question, he'd be a little… Slave. An obedient, stupid, insignificant little slave. Now Scar could use him…
Scar turned to face Mtumwa again, now a friendly smile on his face. This surprised Mtumwa a little. A friendly smile, coming from Scar? This was unusual… but totally cool, because that meant that Scar must like him… right?
"Mtumwa," Scar said in a friendly manner, continuing to smile.
Mtumwa's mouth dropped open in excitement. What was Scar going to ask him? Something cool, he expected.
Something awesome. Something truly, truly magnificent!
"Yes?" said Mtumwa, his mouth still open with excitement.
"How would you like to do me a little… favour?" Scar asked, pulling Mtumwa closer to him.
"Oh… Anything! Anything, sir!" Mtumwa agreed, nodding frantically.
Scar smiled sinisterly. "Good." Scar turned around, deliberately looking away from Mtumwa. "Mtumwa… have you ever… killed anyone before?"
Mtumwa then had a curious look on his face, and shook his head. "No," he replied. "Why do you ask, oh Great One?"
"Because that's what I want you to do," Scar replied, turning back to Mtumwa. "I want you to take care of a little... prob lem I have in the Pride Lands."
"Oh, really?" said Mtumwa, visibly interested. "Well, what exactly is this problem?"
"Not what, who," replied Scar. "As you know, my aim is to one day become King, an aim that cannot be accomplished with the King – and the Prince – around. Of course I could just wait for the 'high and mighty' King Mufasa to die, but it's Prince Simba that's the biggest problem. If he was dead – and if it looked like an accident – then that would mean I would be next in line for the kingdom. Understand?"
Mtumwa scratched the back of his head, nodding. "Kinda," he replied.
"So, I would like you to murder the Prince, and make it look like an accident, therefore making me eligible for the throne," Scar explained.
"Uh… Why can't you do that yourself?" Mtumwa daringly asked.
Scar suddenly grabbed Mtumwa by the throat, fury burning in his eyes. "Are you questioning me?" he screamed. "When I want you to do something, you do it! Have you got that through that minute brain of yours?"
Mtumwa laughed nervously. "Ah… Yeah. Understood. One hundred per cent. I live to serve, Your Evilness."
Scar's angry look twisted into a simple smile. "Excellent," he said, letting go of Mtumwa's throat, allowing him to breathe.
"Okay…" Mtumwa said, nodding. "Kill Prince Simba. Make it look like an accident. Got it. So, we're friends now, right?"
Scar winced. How he despised that word. He decided to swallow his pride – not that he had much – and smiled as best he could. "Yes, Mtumwa," he replied, nodding. "We're… friends."
Mtumwa laughed excitedly. "This is great! My mother will be proud!" Mtumwa then bounded off willingly, more than ready to do what Scar had told him to.
Scar chuckled evilly as he watched Mtumwa leave quickly. "Fool," he said aloud. "There's no way he can make it all look like an accident. He'll kill Simba, and then everyone will know it was him, and he'll take the fall. Then I can take the kingdom by surprise while they're all busy deciding on how to kill him. I've killed two birds with one stone."