Simba sniffled a little as he wiped his eyes and then actually managed a giggle as Haven introduced himself as cookie monster, starting to relax as the power of a Rex washed over him, a new leader, a new master, someone to control and tell him what to do, that was what Simba needed. "yes, Dolph said you two where to do whatever needed to keep the boy from changing."Zebrowski promised. "we need to understand what happened so that we can find the best way to..." save him. Harry gently helped the young boy to his feet, the boy was still wearing a collar around his neck, it made Harry's blood boil as he saw how very thin Simba was, he'd clearly not been fed properly at all. Harry led Simba outside and settled him on a tree stump and let the boy calm down a little more before he decided to start asking him questions. "Simba, where are you from?" "Africa." Simba admitted wiping his eyes. "i was born there, and raised there..." he admitted blinking at them all with wide eyes, Harry hesitating. "how did you become a Lion?" Simba hesitated and then started talking, he let everything out.
he had been born in Africa, but he had been small, so small and his Father had hated him. deciding to make a profit off of the brat that had killed his wife, who had died giving birth to Simba, he decided to whore his son out. he gave the boy to the local Lion pride when he was six, and they had their fun, but they turned him into a Lion in the process. when he was Seven he accidentally attacked another person and killed his on father. the boy he had attacked had left the next day so he hadn't had a chance to apologize. he spent the next several years in and out of foster homes, struggling to learn control... then the man had come when he was nine, the man was nice, and taught him control, and gave him a home there in Africa while he tried to 'tame the savage people'. he learned to control every aspect of his beast, learned to enjoy the hunt, the kill... and then his master had told him about how people where hurting children like his father had hurt him, told him how he could save them. he killed his first adult male, on purpose, the first time at the age of eleven, and from there it accelerated. they traveled the world, saving children, and then his master brought him here about a month ago.
there things had.. changed. at first it was normal, rescue the children, they killed the bad people and the children was safe... then there was the..church... the church was where Simba realized something was... bad... changed... his master had told him a strange story about how all the people in there where killing other people. so he went in, and slaughtered most of them while they tried to attack him, but there where... some, who sobbed... cried... begged for mercy and he couldn't kill them... he couldn't. his master had hurt him with something called Crucio. it hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. his master shot them, while they begged, sobbed and cried, and then he ordered the Lion to slaughter the Vampires... but... he couldn't, he couldn't do it, they where laying there, just laying there and none of them had done anything wrong... he fled to home, and his master did the stakings. and then there was this house...
"the man was screaming and hitting the woman with his belt." Simba explained, his eyes wide, haunted, in shock. "she was pleading, the leather had bit into her back... i killed him, ripped him apart while she sobbed... Master... he told me to kill her... because she was hurting the children, i... i knew better, she wasn't hurting those kids she was saving them... he was yelling at her because she wouldn't let him hit the children... i told Master i wouldn't.. i wouldn't do it i wouldn't hurt her.... he was so angry....so very Angry..." tears welled in those golden eyes, Zebrowski standing to the side, video taping the entire confession so that he could hopefully save the poor traumatized boy. "he hurt me... he used his Wand on me... he never uses his wand unless he's really really mad... he made me hurt all over, Crucio... he... he just sat there and made me hurt and when the police came he dragged me to the couch, told me to wait for my death... and left..." he sniffled and looked at the,. "i... i made him so mad... but i...i couldn't hurt the woman... she...she never hurt no one..." he whispered, his voice choked. "she never hurt no one..."