>From a.f.l-k and posted here.

Dave
Saint, FCOS

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From: gumpels@aol.com (GUMPELS)
Newsgroups: alt.fan.lion-king
Subject: My first TLK fanfic, be nice..
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  When I was watching TLK yesterday I came up with the makings of this in my
head.  I hope you all like it, I'm sort of new at this, and if everyone likes
it, I'll probably continue it.

            Circle (working title)
           Chapter 1: Irony

  "Ah..my friends," Scar looked at the surrounding hyenas with hope in his
eyes.  Either death or exile would come from this.  The question was which was
worse.
  Shenzi laughed.  "Fre-he-hends?  I thought he said we were the *enemy*!" she
said, with an evil glance at the wounded lion.
  "Yeah, that's what I heard," agreed Banzai.  
  The two turned their heads simultaneously.  "Ed?"  The third hyena laughed,
nodding.  Scar knew what came next.  Suddenly, he felt something.
  He felt eyes.  Eyes watching him.  But they weren't just any eyes..he turned
his glance above, and saw Simba.  He was staying there, looking at the scene,
probably loving every moment.  He was watching.  He was watching Scar die. 
Scar gave a mental scream of rage.  There was no way he would be taken down!   
Never!
  "No, no please, you don't understand!" he said, faking desperate pleas, a
look of fear in his eyes.  He found it easier then he thought.  Perhaps some of
that fear was real-no.  He couldn't be afraid.  Fear was for the weak.  
  "No, no, I didn't mean-no!  Nooo!" he cried out, as Banzai fell upon him.  He
waited until a wave of fire ran across the bare earth, obscuring Simba's vision
of the scene.  Then he struck.
  As the hyenas lunged at him, he lashed out with one paw, then the other.  He
fell into a mad frenzy, slamming the bodies of the hyenas into the hard rock of
the cliff.  They still kept coming.  
  Claws and teeth extended, Scar let out a wild roar of what he hoped Simba
would mistake for pain.  The smell of blood filled his nostrils, it's coppery
scent throwing him deeper into the bezerk rage.  A hyena lept at him: Shenzi,
it seemed.  She was in a position to kill him in one blow, if she could reach
him.  In one last act of desperation, he kicked Shenzi foward as she reached
his paws, throwing her towards the cliff.  The hyena hit it with full force,
and Scar heard the cracking of bone.  
  "Curse you, Scar," she whispered.
  He smiled in satisfaction.  "Call me Taka."  
  Shenzi twitched and lay still.  
  Suddenly, Scar realized that the move he had just used was the one Simba had
pulled to throw him off the cliff.  Scar laughed bitterly.  Irony.  Truely one
of the darkest forms of humor.
  There were more hyenas trying to attack, regrouping with suprising skill for
having just lost their leader, but as far as Scar was concerned, Shenzi was the
end of the fight.  He lept through the hyenas and ran.  He ran away, but unlike
his advice to the once-young Simba, he *would* return.  One day, he would
return and claim what was his.  One day, he would be king.

                                         TO BE CONTINUED...

If you liked it, tell me.  If you have constructive criticism, tell me.  Just
don't flame me.  I hate that.