Hello everyone! Here's another fanfic, and this one will focus… You guessed it, Scar. I'm not sure how long this is going to be, but I'm aiming for about ten or fifteen chapters. Depending on how it develops, it could be a lot longer. But don't bet on it. And when you see: ()()()()()()()()()() it means the POV is changing. But that won't happen to often in this particular story.

Anyhow, on with the fanfic!

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Scar's POV

"Friends? I thought we were the enemy!" sneered Shenzi the hyena, as she and her friends stared down at the fallen lion. Scar remembered a few minutes ago when he was talking to Simba, that he had tried to blame the hyenas for his crimes. Much to his dismay, they had evidently overheard.

"Yeah, That's what I heard." Agreed Banzai, another hyena. Then, they both turned to their comrade and asked him the same question.

"Ed?" They said. In response, the usually dull-witted hyena simply laughed menacingly, baring his teeth. Scar's eyes widened as more and more of the creatures came out from among the flames, all laughing Evily.

"No-no-no, you don't understand!" Begged Scar, as they began to close in. Shenzi simply sneered, and joined in with the laughing. It was clear she didn't take kindly to being betrayed.

"Let me explain! I didn't mean, no, no!" They hyenas closed in, teeth bared, eyes focused. Scar stepped back, only to find himself cornered against a wall. The hyenas jumped on him, tearing at his fur and skin. He tried to shake them off, but their weight was too much. He had never been an especially strong lion, but this was to much.

All over, he could feel the razor sharp teeth of the scavengers. Another few seconds, and they would have him torn apart. Suddenly, the fire flared up, singeing him. He felt the hyenas jump off, avoiding the deadly fire. He collapsed onto the ground, feeling weaker than he had ever felt in his life.

The fire flared even closer, and the hot flames burned him. The hyenas had left for good reason, but now, instead of being eaten, he would burn to death in moments. He tried to crawl away, roaring from the terrible pain the flames brought. It wouldn't be long now.

He let out another roar, the hurt becoming nearly unbearable. Ever closer the flames crept, disintegrating his fur and torching his skin. Gah! Death would be welcome over this! If only it would stop! If only it would stop the pain!

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Simba's POV

The rain came down, dousing the land, and putting out the fire that encircled Pride Rock. Simba and Nala had just roared in celebration, with the resounding sound echoing about the Pridelands. Now they were heading back toward the den, discussing the events that had just occurred.

"Finally! Finally Nala, I'm home." Said Simba, as he walked next to his childhood friend, Nala.

"Yeah. It's been awhile, hasn't it? Even for me, I was out searching for at least a year." Responded Nala, facing her mate.

"Indeed. I mean, for me, it was four years? Something like that. A shame I had to kill my uncle for it though." Said Simba, as he gazed over at the spot he threw Scar over. He assumed he died in the fall. No animal could survive from that high up.

"No, it's a shame he was alive at all. You didn't have to live under him, he was a crazy maniac. It would have been terrible if we had to wait for him to die naturally. It's much better this way." Replied Nala.

"Well, I suppose so. He deserved what he got though. Killing your own brother is just too horrendous a crime." Commented Simba. Although he had initially tried to let Scar go, the old lion had been too stubborn and evil to accept such a gracious offer. He had instead tried to kill him, and Simba had thrown him over the cliff.

"Well, do you want to go back to the den and take a nap?" Asked Nala, looking concerned for her mate.

"Yeah, I'm quite tired. It'll be a relief to lie down." Replied the red lion. Nala nodded in agreement, and the two of them marched into the den, directly after which, Simba collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

It felt good to get some sleep.

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Scar's POV

Scar opened his eyes, coming back to consciousness. The first thing he noticed was the amount of agony he was in. How could he not? He had burns all over his body, and was bleeding.

Grunting from pain, he stumbled up to his feet, eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the throbbing all over his body. He immediately fell back down, too weak to stay standing. There was a pool of blood surrounding him, although by now, the flow had largely stemmed. It was bad to have lost what he had though. It would only serve to make him weaker.

He had to get away! He had to move, if he stayed where he was, he would be found. And if it was anyone at be it hyenas or lion, the probably wouldn't waste time in disposing of him in his weakened state.

He raised a paw, and dragged himself forward a few inches. It was all he could do not to roar in pain, the area around his stomach had been scratched open. It was a good thing the claw hadn't gone deeper, or it would have killed him.

He paused for a few seconds, trying to recuperate. At this rate, it would take forever to escape! He had to get up to his paws, that was the quickest way to go. Steeling himself, he tried one more time and staggered up to his feet again, and stayed up.

Despite the wobbling and the burns on his paws flaring up again, he took one step forward. Most of his pads had been burned badly, so if he stepped on anything sharp, it would surely bleed. But it had to be done. Staying here was suicide.

So bit by bit, step by step, he stumbled away from Pride Rock. No animals saw him, he stayed low and in the grass. Not by choice, but due to the fact that he couldn't stay standing for more than a few seconds.

Eventually, he made it to the border. Here, a river marked the edge of the Pridelands, as it washed past the drought ridden territory. Winding from the pain, he surveyed himself, now positive he would not be found by any creature, be it friend or foe. Not that the former was rather likely.

Most of his mane had been burned off, and most of the fur on his left side. All along that area, his skin had been blackened, or was red and raw. Nearer to his neck, there were claw marks, with the wounds still open, marking his body. The hyenas had clearly targeted his spine, that being the easiest killing blow.

Fatigued, he felt all of his energy draining away from him. He couldn't go much farther, he would pass out again. He stumbled down the river bank, barely staying up on his paws. The river would help, it would wash his wounds, that being essential to stop infection.

Now, with his energy completely depleted, he splashed into the river, and fell down. He tried to get up, but had not the strength to do so. The river washed over him down. He desperately raised a paw, and hooked a passing log. He grabbed it, and with the last of his energy, dragged himself onto to.

As he was swept away, exhaustion crept over him again, and he passed out once more.

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Well, He survived! But where's he going? Guess you'll find out in the next chapter! Heh heh heh. Anyhow, if you liked it, leave a nice review. Even short ones work. Well, I'll see you all soon!