"Haiba, you have to tell me," Simba urged, desperation in his eyes. "What did Scar want?"

But Haiba didn't answer. He was completely unconscious. The fall must have completely shattered what strength he had. Simba didn't expect that to be much—after all, the guy was suffering from extreme depression. There wasn't going to be a lot fight in him.

"Haiba, please—wake up!" Simba exclaimed, shaking him as gently as he possibly could. He needed Haiba's knowledge—he needed to know whether Scar had let anything slip about his plans. If Scar was back—and Simba completely believed in that possibility—then it could spell certain doom for the Pride Lands. Simba's father may have been an awful ruler in recent times, but Scar would make everything so much worse. Plus he would kill him.

But Haiba didn't stir. Maybe he was dying. Maybe he was already dead. "This is hopeless!" Simba declared, turning away from Haiba's unconscious form and feeling wretched for not being able to do anything. "I don't know where he is, or what he's doing. He could have enslaved the whole pride by now."

"I can't believe I've enslaved the whole pride by now!" Scar exclaimed, a pleased grin on his face. "Productivity has never been higher."

He embraced the power which he had been granted. In transferring his life over to Scar, he had also transferred his powers—and Scar had been granted powers of his own. Clearly Shocker's resurrection had opened up a part of him that he never even knew had existed. The invincible side of Scar. The side that no one would be able to stop. For so many years he'd dreamed of ruling over the Pride Lands—now that dream was finally becoming a reality.

With Simba, the King, and the Queen gone, he could do as he pleased. They would be no match for the pride that was now under his control. He had a small army of obedient—and savage—lionesses. They wouldn't hesitate to kill if Scar desired so.

"Master." Nala's obedient voice was music to his ears. The absence of her feisty nature was accepted happily by him.

She was so much better without her free will. "There is still no trace of Simb a."

Scar frowned. Where had the little brat gotten to? With his newfound abilities, he could sense his presence nearby. Far away—but not too far for Scar to detect. Probably somewhere on the edge of the Pride Lands. Just like him to try and hide.

"I want him found," Scar told Nala firmly. "Bring him to me. His execution is long overdue."

"Yes, master," Nala agreed, before turning away and walking out of the den.

Scar suddenly rose to his paws, sensing further movement somewhere in the Pride Lands. Not Simba. Someone else… Two life forms. Coming closer and closer. It didn't take long for him to figure out who these arrivals were.

Shocker strode across the ground with purpose, determined to find Scar and deliver the punishment that he deserved.

He was wrong to even think about resurrecting that traitor—it was a stupid idea. He vowed never to make such a silly mistake ever again. "He's going to regret meddling with me…"

"You can talk," said the Interceptor, walking alongside him. Three bloody claw marks ran down his left cheek. "No one scars the Interceptor and gets away with it. I'm going to make sure that the little creep pays—with his life."

"Patience, Interceptor," said Shocker. "You will get your reward soon enough. In order to catch our prey, we must be careful. His powers have exceeded that of mine. There's no other way he would have been able to stop me. Something must have gone wrong…" He glanced aside in reflection of his actions.

"What do you mean?" asked the Interceptor.

"The resurrection was failed," Shocker admitted, bowing his head in shame. "In transferring my own powers, I must have inadvertently granted him powers of his own. He could be infinitely powerful."

"Oh, that's just great," the Interceptor said sarcastically. "Then how are we supposed to kill him?"

"Even the most powerful of lions have weaknesses," Shocker told him. "And I already know what Scar's weakness is."

"Spit it out, then," said the Interceptor.

"His overconfidence will be his downfall," Shocker replied. "It's what happened last time. He got cocky—and ended up being blasted with deadly magic. Think about it."

The Interceptor considered it. "So what we have to do is make him even cockier?" he presumed.

Shocker nodded. "That's the idea. We get him to start gloating—and then strike where it hurts the most."

The Interceptor chuckled evilly at the thought. "We'll rip him in half. That way we get two Scars for the price of one."

Shocker shot him a look. "No, that's two halves."

The Interceptor glared at him. "I'll crack the jokes."

"Okay." Simba gently placed Haiba's body in a softer bush. He would be much safer there—for now, at least. "You'll be okay, Haiba. That should hold you until after I take care of Scar."

If I take care of Scar, Simba thought with a nervous gulp. From what I've seen, he's more powerful than ever b efore.

Simba glanced one more time at Haiba's body—sure that he would be all right for now—and then walked away. If Scar's going to try and take over the Pride Lands, then there's only one place that he'd go—Pride Rock.

Scar was lying on his side, enjoying the good life of having an entire kingdom under his rule, when a sudden bolt of lighting zipped through the sky outside. "What?" he yelled, rising to his paws and gaping at where it had once been.

Another lightning bolt seared past. "Scar!" a voice screamed from outside—below Pride Rock, Scar could detect. "Where are you? Come down here and fight, you coward!"

Scar growled with rage. "No one calls me a coward," he spat, before striding out of the den. No need to rush—it wasn't like anyone could stop him. "Who dares to call me a coward?"

Stepping out onto Pride Rock, on the ground below Scar could see Shocker. His paws were sparking with his traditional electricity. "I'm back."

"You again?" Scar roared. "I thought you were dead."

"Never wound what you can't kill," Shocker replied coldly. "I'm here to punish you for your traitorous ways. No one betrays me and gets away with it."

"Yeah—I thought we were on your side," agreed the Interceptor, who was stood next to Shocker.

"I'm the King—I'm not on anybody's side!" Scar declared. "No one will stop me from ruling my pride!"

"It was never your pride," Shocker told him, "and you're not the King. Even a heartless cub like me can agree on that."

Scar's growl increased in volume, as the lionesses gathered on either side of him. "Shall we destroy them, master?" they asked in unison.

Scar stared at the smile on Shocker's face, and decided that he was going to knock it off by himself. "No," he told his obedient servants. "Your King will take care of this on his own. You may have the privilege of watching."

Crouching low, Scar performed an almighty leap from the edge of Pride Rock. He flipped in the air and touched down firmly on the ground below, facing Shocker. "I will always be the King," he told him. "You cannot do anything to stop me."

"Oh, is that so?" asked Shocker questioningly. "We shall see. Let me lighten up the mood a little bit."

Aiming his paws at the end, Shocker fired several streams of lighting into the sky. A few seconds later, a loud boom of thunder was heard reverberating throughout the kingdom. Soon after, rain began to splatter onto the ground. Wind howled across the kingdom. Lightning streaked across the skies.

Shocker had created a storm.

"Impressive," Scar said flatly, his mane swaying in the intense wind. "But your fancy tricks will do nothing to usurp my eternal powers. I can strike you down in a matter of seconds."

Raising his own paws, Scar shot several forks of lightning at Shocker. The cub repeated the action, firing his own lightning and deflecting Scar's away from him. "You will never strike me down ever again. Not ever."

Scar roared with anger, increasing the strength of his lightning. Shocker stumbled backwards—but did not fall. The cub held his ground, summoning up all the strength he could and shooting more lightning back at Scar. "Die, cub !"

"You will b e the one to die!" Shocker raged.

The Interceptor decided to quickly flee, not really too eager to get in the way of their fearsome battle. He would just leave them to it.

Just as he was leaving the field they were in, he was grabbed by someone. His eyes widened in alarm when he realised who had caught him.

"Gotcha," said Simba.

Haiba's eyes snapped open—and he was relieved to see a friendly face staring back at him.

"Oh, hey, Nala," he said, smiling. "For a second there, I thought someone else had found me. Although I must say that it's pretty weird how your eyes are glowing green, and you… have that sort of… blank… look on your face… Actually, that's kind of creepy."

Nala grabbed Haiba by the throat, wrenching him to his paws. "Hey, I like it rough, girl—but this isn't the time."

It didn't take him long to figure out that Nala was under some form of mind control. Probably that Scar guy—whoever he was. It had to be. After all, who else possessed such great powers?

"Where is Simb a?" she demanded, in a tone that confirmed Haiba's suspicion. Definitely mind control. "Where is he?"

"Nala, you have to listen to me," Haiba urged, trying to break through the hold that Scar had over here. "You're being controlled. You—"

Nala tightened her grip on his throat. "I will not listen to you. I ob ey only Scar. Only Scar."

"Oh, brilliant," said Haiba, rolling his eyes. "Come on, Nala. Look into my eyes. You know you don't want to obey a creep like that."

Nala tossed Haiba into the air, sending him crashing into the cliff wall. "Ack!" he grunted, collapsing to the ground in a heap. "I am so dead."

"You are correct," Nala told him. "I must kill all intruders."

"But I'm not an intruder!" Haiba protested. "I—"

Nala pounced at him, and he soon found himself being pinned down by her. She sure had some strength! "Nala…" he groaned, burning with agony on the inside. His body was already weak enough—he didn't need this! "Please… listen to me…"

"You will die," Nala said blankly, before beginning to strangle him. Haiba cried out in pain as her claws viciously attacked his neck. "Die…"

Haiba's vision began to blur a strange white colour. His throat felt tight and constricted. He couldn't believe. He felt like he was going to sleep… for ever.

Struggling for breath, Haiba did the first idea that popped into his head.

He tickled Nala on the stomach.

"Hey!" Nala's eyes popped back to their normal colour, and she fell onto her back, giggling a little. "Who did that?"

Haiba let out a massive sigh of relief. "That's the last time I let a girl get her claws around my neck."

Shaking her head, Nala's memories suddenly came flooding back into her head. "Oh, no… What have I done?"

"You were being controlled, Nala," Haiba explained. "You tried to kill me."

"But I felt so… empty," Nala said in shock. "So… ob edient."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't your fault," Haiba sighed, before hauling himself upwards. "Please tell me you know what's going on."

"Scar came back," Nala explained.

"Who's Scar?" Haiba asked, confused.

"You don't know who Scar is?" Nala said, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Haiba replied. "Should I?"

"Yes!" Nala exclaimed. "He's Simba's uncle! He took over the Pride Lands! Hago killed him! He's evil! He's greedy! He's mean! Is that enough information for you?" Nala was panting by the time she finished her rant.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down!" Haiba said. "So I know now. Great. Um, shouldn't we be trying to stop him?"

"I was trying to earlier," she stressed. "Before he put me under his control. But you're right. I don't know what he'll do to the kingdom otherwise."

"Then you're gonna have to carry me." Nala shot him a disapproving look. "What? I was thrown off a cliff!"

"What do you want?" the Interceptor asked, shaking Simba off of him. "I'm trying to make a speedy escape!"

"You're not going anywhere," Simba told him. "And what are you doing here, anyway?"

"The Shocker kid wants to get rid of Scar," the Interceptor explained. "He brought him back to life."

Simba glanced at the battle raging between Scar and Shocker. They were firing two continuous streams of lightning at each other—one purple, one red. "I'm guessing Scar wasn't exactly listening to him."

The Interceptor nodded. "And now Shocker wants revenge. Pretty big battle, though, huh? I like it!"

Simba's ears rang. "Could you stop saying that? Anyway, I'm going to need your help."

"Help?" said the Interceptor. "Help with what?"

"Need an extra paw, Simba?" offered a voice.

Simba turned around to see Nala walking towards him. Haiba was lying across her back. "Hey, Simba," he said wearily, managing a pathetic wave.

"What happened to you?" Simba exclaimed.

"She was under Scar's control," Haiba explained. "He's brainwashed the entire pride."

"Haven't heard that one before," Nala muttered quietly.

"I have an idea," Simba told them. "We can stop Scar."

"How?" asked the Interceptor.

"What's he doing here?" Nala asked, eyes wide at the sight of him.

"It's a long story," Simba said. "I'll tell you later. But first we have to kill Scar."

"I like it!" the Interceptor cried. "But how do you kill an angry mite like that?"

"We don't," Simba replied simply. "We let Shocker do it. All we have to do his help him a little."

"How do you mean?" Haiba asked.

Scar was focused on only Shocker. This cub had proved to be tough—the toughest cub he'd ever met—but he knew that in the end, his efforts would be futile. Shocker would fall—just like so many other lions that Scar had murdered.

"Give up now," Scar snarled. "You cannot win."

"I will never surrender!" Shocker cried, keeping the streams of lightning constant.

Scar chuckled, and then concentrated his powers even further. The lightning turned a sickly shade of green, before breaking through Shocker's powers and striking him in the chest. He doubled over, flipping and bumping across the ground before skidding into a large rock.

Shocker's eyes closed, and he remained there. Motionless.

Scar laughed. "Victory is mine!" he proclaimed.

"Scar!" a voice that Scar recognised all too well yelled.

Scar's eyes snapped onto the form of Simba, stood to the side of the field. The cub was using that brave expression that he always had whenever facing him. How he despised every inch of that little insect…

However, Scar found himself smiling at the sight of him. "Simba… what a pleasant surprise. How kind of you to join us."

"I see you have new powers," Simba noticed, staring down his nemesis. After everyone he'd faced, Scar was still one of his worst enemies.

"Yes." Scar's smile widened. "They were granted to me by that insufferable cub lying in a heap over there. I must admit…" he raised a paw, watching it crackle with electrical energy, "it's very shocking."

"You won't get away with this." Simba took a step towards Scar. "I won't allow it."

"You have no say in the matter," Scar replied. "Needless to say, I think it's time to begin your execution. You're the one thing that's stopping me from taking over this kingdom. I can't allow you to live, you understand."

"Fine," Simba said, much to Scar's surprise. "If you want to kill me so bad, then do it. As long as it saves everyone else."

Scar's eyes narrowed with pleasure. Of course. The little cub would do anything to protect the ones he loved. Even if that meant sacrificing himself. It created the most perfect of opportunities. Now he would be truly unstoppable. "Then so be it."

Scar raised his forepaws, ready to shock Simba to death— —when suddenly, he was grabbed from either side.

"I don't think so, mate," sneered the Interceptor, who had hold of his left side.

"You're not hurting anyone anymore," Nala told him, grabbing his right side. She looked at the Interceptor. "Now!"

They both jumped away from Scar, leaving him looking around in confusion.

"What? But—" Scar cried out in pain as an electrical shock suddenly tore through his body. His mouth twisted in a cry of agony. Through the haze of purple lightning, he could make it the form of Shocker holding out his paws. He was electrocuting him.

Rising to his paws, Shocker continued to fire the deadly forks of lightning. He hadn't really been knocked unconscious.

He was just playing dead—waiting for the moment when Scar would let his guard down. He was right after all—his overconfidence really was his downfall.

Scar screamed and twisted around on the ground, unable to do anything but feel the full wrath of Shocker's powers.

"No one messes with Shocker," he told the villainous lion. "No one."

Scar couldn't reply. The pain was too much. He couldn't do anything to fight back.

Shocker focused his powers to the very maximum—and grinned with malice as Scar caught fire.

His whole body was alight; the lightning was so strong that it had set him on fire. Shocker laughed evilly at the top of his voice as Scar burnt to death. Victory was his!

Scar's screams reached their full volume—before he exploded into flames, which flickered and died moments after rolling across the ground. There wasn't even a skeleton left.

Shocker grinned. "I like it!"

Simba, Nala and Haiba sat on the edge of Pride Rock, watching as the figures of Shocker and the Interceptor disappeared over the horizon. They didn't expect the two would be so eager to cause trouble after everything that they'd been through.

The pride had snapped out of Scar's mind control the moment he was killed. Everything was more or less back to normal. Even the trees were coming back to life…

"All's well that ends well," Haiba said, exhaling air from his cheeks. "No more Scar."

"Yeah," sighed Simba. "He was the worst. I don't know how bad the Pride Lands would have come if Shocker hadn't killed him."

"I guess even villains have their own sense of good," Nala mused. "Maybe that's why Shocker stopped him."

"Maybe," Simba agreed. "Either that or he wanted to uphold his reputation."

"It still makes you wonder, though," Haiba said. "How exactly did Shocker's resurrection go wrong?"

"I guess we'll never know…" Nala said.

On the outskirts of the Pride Lands, King Mufasa and Queen Sarabi stared at the damage Scar had caused to the trees.

Due to his death, it was slowly being undone. Like he had never even been there…

The two looked at each other, smiled, and began to chuckle evilly. Their eyes turned an ugly black colour.

Things were going according to plan.