Subject: The Dark King Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 01:06:10 -0600 From: Rindimo Reply-To: TLK-L@lionking.org Organization: L.O.S.T.-- C.A.U.S.E. To: TLK Mailing List . The Dark King. By the Dark Rindimo Cheetah. ;) "Dad!" Simba cried, "Wake up! C'mon, we gotta go home!" The sudden realization overswept the little cub that his father was not able to ever get up again. In final desparation, he screamed for help. But all he heard was his own voice coming back to mock his efforts. "Help..." He whimpered. Scar approached his nephew with a sterile expression on his face. The poor cub had no idea what was going on-- let alone what was about to happen. As Scar filled the boy's head with lies, and fear, the hyenas encroached into hearing range. "Run away, and never return!" Scar finished. He smirked happily, as the cub scampered off into a trap mother nature calls the desert. "Kill him." That was all the hyenas needed to hear, as they ravenously went after their first meal in the pridelands. Scar sat, and looked at his brother's body. For being trampled with pointy hooves, the carcass had temper to it. As if giving his condolences to the deceased, Scar brushed Mufasa's mane aside, and looked at the somber face before him. He placed his paws on parts of the body where wounds were, and probed each one a bit. Where a bruise was forming, he took one of his claws, and slahsed it open, out of curiouosity. For ages, he has desired to cause pain, but now with Mufasa not feeling it... It felt hollow. He had never been able to personally hurt Mufasa as much as dreamt, and now in doing so... felt rather empty about his success. It was all too quick and easy. Too easy... The blood that amassed therein trickled down the dusty pelt, and stained that side. The smell of it began to infest Scar's nostrils. His teeth itched when he smelled the blood. He poked Mufasa again, and seeing there still wasn't a reaction, became more bold in doing so. He began to eventually push and shove, shake, even claw at the carcass. All this in pure silence. It was almost as if he were hoping the pain would make Mufasa come alive again, and kill him instead. He suddenly heard hyena laughter off in the distance. Simba must have been dealt with, too. He became all the more familiar with his brother's shell. The morbid curiousity, and the violence inside him began to feel for once, a satisfaction. The corpse was but his final product with his experiments dealing with death. The fact that the body was still warm, and fluid in movement fascinated him. He was gone, and yet... not entirely. Scar would have spent more time continuing in his thoughts, but the hyenas returned. "Well?" "Yeah, uh, we got him." "Good. Now gather your fellow clan members, and meet me at Pride Rock. We have a Kingdom to claim!" The hyenas reluctantly looked at Mufasa's remains. "Leave it," Scar growled, "It's not worth it." Scar looked back at the tattered body before him. With a last, disgusted look, he spat on it, shook the dust off his hind paws on it, and walked off to tell the pride the news. "The pressures of ruling a kingdom," He scoffed. "You always wonderred what it would be like mot having any responsibility..." * * * * * * * * Oddly enough, no scavengers-- not even the jackals-- found Mufasa. The hyenas' laughter probably caused them to congregate to the source of the sounds-- Probably thinking that that was where the food was. But then the creature openned its eye. With a gasp of air, it's nearly dead lungs pounced on the oxygen harder than a leopard-- only to be exhaled just as sharply in pain. It lay there on the stone floor for over an hour in that manner. The eye continued to stare blankly into the darkness. The other... never openned again. Finally, the brain had to have suddenly became conscious, because then the creature blinked. Then, it shudderred. The lungs painfully fluttered faster than butterfly's wings. A horrible strained gasp of a whisper diffused through a tight throat, and out into the cold night. The waves of pain finally began to slowly subside-- as did the frequency-- until the creature moved yet again. The eye was wide open in sheer horror. Never had it seen its owner like this! At least... so it thought. The mind dulled from the pain, began to have an echoing theme build in the back of the creatures mind. "Where am I? Where am I? WHere am I?" It repeated. Suddenly, the eye widened in surprise again: "WHO AM I? WHAT HAPPERNED TO ME?" The massive frame lifted itself on the only good leg that was left to stand on. Utterly confused, it began following the path of the gorge, out into the desert, dragging it's crippled hindleg behind him. Mufasa was no more, as he unknowlingly crawled off towards his death in the stinging sand-- leaving a trail of his life staining his way behind him. The End. I originally was going to have Mufasa do something more like this: "Mufasa got up off of the gorge floor, grabbed the suitcase full of money that was hidden behind a rock, and scampered off into the unknown. 'Thanks, Scar! How can I ever repay you? Now to be rid of this place!'" ;) But the story ended up too serious to go off on a funny tangent, so now you know. ;) I hoped you enjoyed it... I don't normally do this sort of stuff... -Rindimo Cheetah (rindimo@bellsouth.net) +Founder, and only member of L.O.S.T.-- C.A.U.S.E (League Of Simplistic Technology-- Creating All Unforeseen Solutions Evident) +FCOS Lost & Found Clerk ICQ # : 12915153 +Amateur Artist/Writer/Musician AOL IM : Rindimo1 +Bachelor ? <=7 Webpage: http://www.lionking.org/~rindimo/index.shtml + Honorable Member of the Pride Keepers. "One thing nothing can destroy, is our pride deep inside we are one!" ********************************************************************* Well don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop. 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