The Interceptor tried to hide the sudden fear that he was experiencing when looking at Scar. He seemed elegant in appearance—an elegance that masked the quiet anger and violent tendencies he was prone to.

But, he might as well give him a warm greeting. At least that would put him on Scar's good side.

"How you doing?" the Interceptor held out a paw for him to shake. "Interceptor. How you doing?"

Scar's response was to slash him across the face with his permanently extended claws.

"Wah!" The Interceptor reeled backward, crashing onto his back and clutching a paw to his cheek. It was bleeding profusely.

Scar stared at him with casual interest. "I so despise friendly lions," he said.

"I'm not friendly, ya idiot!" the Interceptor exclaimed through the pain. "I was just trying to be—"

Shocker jumped on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and preventing him from speaking any further.

"It's such a pleasure to meet an evil lion like yourself, Scar," Shocker greeted him. He was proud to be finally meeting one of his idols. "I must admit to feeling rather privileged. Especially after learning all of the death and destruction you have caused. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Shocker."

Scar didn't seem to pay attention to any of Shocker's glorifying praise for him. "How did I end up here?" he asked. "The last thing I remember is dying. That wretched wizard Hago shot me in the back. And then… nothing."

"I'm not sure if you know this," Shocker explained, "but you have been dead for a great deal of time, Scar. Only with the help of my powers were you able to be resurrected."

"You… brought me back from the dead?" It didn't take Scar long to take in the realisation. A faint smile crossed his face, and he chuckled. "That's… interesting."

"Interesting indeed," agreed Shocker. "But… I'm afraid to say that your… newfound life comes with a price."

Scar ignored him, and noticed Froggy shuddering and cowering on the ground in fear. "What… is that?" he asked, pointing to the frog with a deadly claw. "And why is it in my presence?"

"Froggy, Mr Scar, sir," he replied shakily. "It's a pleasure to meet—"

Scar flicked him with a claw, sending him flying straight into a tree trunk. Thwack! He slid to the ground, unconscious in seconds.

"I hate small creatures," he frowned. "So insignificant." He turned around to face Shocker, glaring at him. "You said something about a price?"

Shocker was careful to explain this part. He didn't want to anger Scar, and suffer a death that wouldn't be complete unless he had his revenge first. This had to be done in an efficient, professional manner. He was good at negotiating things. "Well… let's just say that I have a certain… proposition for you."

Scar took a step towards him. "I'm listening," he said, narrowing his evil green eyes.

"Tell me, Scar… have you ever had a hunger for revenge?" Shocker asked, a faint smirk crossing his face.

"For all of my life," replied Scar. He wanted revenge on his brother—for taking away his right to rule the Pride Lands. He wanted revenge on Simba—for making sure that his plans failed so many times. In fact, he wanted revenge on too many animals to count. "Where exactly are you going with this proposition of yours?"

"I would like you to perform a little act of revenge for me," Shocker revealed, trying to sound casual about the fact. "An act of revenge that I think b oth of us will be interested in."

"Could you get off me?" the Interceptor grunted. Shocker was still stood firmly on his stomach.

"If you insist," Shocker said, hopping from the Interceptor and landing on the ground. "You see, Scar, I know very well of the hate that you have for the Prince of the Pride Lands."

Scar's eyes seemed to glow with anger. "Simb a," he hissed. That puny little ball of fluff that had stopped his plans to rule over the Pride Lands so many times. The tiny runt just seemed to have a resistance to death. Just how did one cub manage to stop a fully grown, powerful lion like him?

"Yes—Simb a." Shocker's smile widened. "Such an awkward little cub, isn't he? Always so desperate to protect those he loves. Always so brave to stop our plans to smite him."

"I presume you have met him?" Scar asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A few times," Shocker admitted. "He is the cause of my immortality. I am an immortal being, in case you didn't know. It is that power that allowed me to bring you back to life in the first place."

"How exciting," said Scar flatly. He'd had enough of Shocker's gloating about the place. "Now get to the point. What exactly are you proposing?"

"It's quite simple, actually," Shocker said. "I would like you to go into the Pride Lands and do what you do best. Destroy Simba and his friends. Exterminate them. It's always been your lifelong dream to slaughter the prince, has it not?"

"Ever since he was born," Scar confessed. "I would have been next in line had it not been for his existence."

"Then you'll just love my plan, won't you?" Shocker said, lying down casually on the ground. "Admit it—you want to kill them. So badly, am I right?"

"My hatred for Simba—and his father—grows stronger with every second," Scar told him. "How could I not find your plan enticing? We both have… common ground."

Bingo, Shocker thought, knowing that his plan had worked exactly as he wanted it to. "Good, Scar. Very good. You can reclaim the throne and have all the peace you want once you're finished. All I want is Simba and his friends destroyed. You can bring me his head as a gift, if you want."

"It would give me great pleasure," Scar said. "I shall go to the Pride Lands immediately and give my arch enemies a surprise that they won't ever forget. After all…" A sly smile crossed his face. "I do have the power."

"Huh?" Shocker didn't understand.

Not until he was shot right in the face with electricity.

Shocker crashed right into a tree, splintering the trunk and causing him to grunt as he slumped to the ground. "Why the heck did you do that?"

Shocker watched with… well, shock, as Scar's paws crackled with electricity. "You are a powerful cub, but also a foolish one. You should have put more effort into my resurrection. It seems that you have transferred some of your powers into me."

I didn't put enough effort in? Shocker thought in outrage. Scar should be kissing his paws with gratitude right now!

Instead he was betraying him? "Scar, just what do you think you're doing?"

"Utilising my newfound strength," Scar replied, as he sent another lightning bolt zapping straight at Shocker. "I must admit it's very enthralling."

Shocker rolled out of the way as the bolt seared past his back, scorching his fur a nasty black colour. "Yow!" The pain was almost unbearable. But he gritted his teeth, and tried not to scream.

Scar laughed evilly at the top of his voice. "I think Simba is going to be in for quite a… shock, if I do say so myself."

"You should be praising me!" Shocker yelled, pointing a claw at the villainous lion. "I brought you back from the dead! And I can kill you again just as easily, too!"

Shocker lifted a paw to attack Scar, but he wasn't fast enough. Scar began to zap him again and again, sending him bumping and banging across the ground. Pain exploded before his eyes repeatedly. He'd always wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving end of his own powers.

Now he knew.

Shocker's eyes snapped shut, and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

Scar chuckled, pleased that he had silenced the cub. He didn't care whether Shocker had brought him back to life or not.

All that mattered was getting the revenge that he deserved. He wasn't going to take orders from anyone—and certainly not a cub like him.

"Goodbye, Shocker," Scar said with an unpleasant smile, before turning away from his body and stepping over the Interceptor. "Goodbye— Wait, who are you?"

"Interceptor! I just told you my name!" he yelled.

Scar ignored him, and walked away from the scene of his resurrection.

There were much more important things to be done.