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The silhouette of a muscular man was barely noticeable as it sprinted across the jungle canopy. The swiftness and agility of the person surpassed the primates that lived there. The man traversed forty kilometers on the treetops in an hour and a quarter and then dived on the lake underneath the branches of the last tree and swam the across the water showing no signs of fatigue. He then ran on land at breakneck speed for half a day covering more than a hundred kilometers. Finally, around midday he stopped, his bronzed and sculpted body glistened with sweat, his breathing a little hurried and his muscles strained a bit from the labors he had done. The man was Tarzan of the apes, king and champion of the jungle.
It has been almost a year since the Battle of the Blood Tribe and the alliance of the Five Tribes. Tarzan had fully recovered from the terrible ordeal the Blood Tribe had subjected him, in fact, he has gotten stronger than ever before. The jungle has been peaceful in the last twelve months as his presence and reputation protected it from evil men and kept the inter-tribal disputes to a minimum. Despite the forest's serenity, Tarzan worked harder to improve himself physically, mentally and emotionally. He meditated in waterfalls, used boulders as weights for his exercises and shadow boxed to improve his fighting skills.
The jungle champion did all these things because he was expecting someone to come back, the malevolent Vloek. In their first and only encounter, Vloek beat him to a pulp, no that was an understatement, Vloek pulverized him within an inch of his life. For Vloek's own and unknown reasons he spared Tarzan's life but also threatened him of a comeback if he was able to restore order to the chaotic jungle that Vloek had a hand in making. Only then will Tarzan be a worthy foe to be extinguished in Vloek's hands.
Tarzan carefully recalled and studied their past encounter. He looked for clues of weaknesses, of hesitated actions and of emotions which he can use as a leverage against the fiend but the jungle hero got a little flustered that he could find none. Vloek's quick, decisive and calm moves were planned and were executed perfectly. The more frustrating part was every time he recalled the event, the more he came to the conclusion of Vloek's invincibility and that Vloek is a fighter on another level even from him.
It was then that Tarzan consulted the old and respected warriors from the different tribes, and sought more knowledge in the fight arts. The jungle champion relayed his dilemma in general terms and avoided mentioning his battle with Vloek to avoid unnecessary anxiety in the jungle. It was a personal fight after all. Tarzan was given numerous pieces of advice on getting stronger, searching for weakness, and different tactics to defeat stronger opponents. From these Tarzan formulated his plan and prepared for Vloek's inevitable return.
In the exact day of the defeat Blood Tribe one year ago, the survivors of the war gathered once more to commemorate and celebrate their victory near the center of the forest where a new Tarzan tree house had been built. A platform had been built in the base of the tree and the clearing was enough to accomodate the 300 warriors from the different tribes who risked their lives to vanquished to evil of the Blood Tribe.
The crowd waited eagerly for the appearance of their respected champion. They did not wait long as Tarzan's loud and strong yell echoed throughout the area. Soon, the fabled jungle appeared atop the trees and swung his way through the vines and toward the built stage. Both of the jungle hero's feet landed solidly on the platform amidst the cheers of the crowd. He raised his hands and spoke 'Today! we celebrate our victory once more! Let this be our reminder that this is an ever-continuing struggle for freedom and peace against those people wished to reign in terror and fear! We must always be prepared to defend this peace and freedom, We--'
Tarzan stopped his speech as he spied a familiar dark man in a three-piece grey suit on the branch of a nearby tree. The man was Vloek and he was holding a long wooden stake in his hand as easy as if he was lifting a toothpick. The crowd sensed the distraction of their champion and turned their heads to the object that had occupied his mind. They were surprised to see a man with a skin color similar to theirs dressed in a foreign way with a wooden stake at hand. A shiver passed through their spine as they sense a great evil emanate from the man.
Without hesitation, Vloek jumped from the branch. His feet landed on a ground with a thud. The move firmly impaled the ominous wooden stake nearly one-third of its length to the ground on his side. He took a relaxed pace as he approached the shocked crowd towards Tarzan on the stage. 'I see you have improved Tarzan, gotten stronger, perhaps, your best form yet. But unaided with steroids, you have reached your peak, your physical limits. That is why I have come back. I, Vloek challenge you Tarzan on a fight here and now to the death! The prize is your dominion. Do you accept jungle man?' bellowed Vloek.
'I accept your challenge, Vloek! But the prize will not be this land. It is not mine to give away. I am only its caretaker. You must earn the respect of the people here if you want to rule here!' countered Tarzan courageously as he prepared for the coming battle.
'No, Tarzan, respect is for the weak! I will earn their fear as I break you in front of their eyes! You will be the example of anyone who will try to defy me.' yelled Vloek back as he prepared himself for their encounter.
Suddenly, the air inside the clearing seemed to change. Vloek's fighting aura made it heavier and menacing. Tarzan was caught off guard by Vloek's strategy as the jungle hero felt hair on the back of his neck stand. All around the jungle lord, warriors found it difficult to relax as many of them became sickened and puked on all fours unable to contain the dreadful fear that was spreading inside them. Even Tarzan was not spared as second thoughts of fighting Vloek fleeted in the back of his mind. Was this fear? Tarzan thought. The jungle champion met Vloek's eyes and he felt the apprehension increase inside of him. He saw flashes of Vloek beating him senseless just like in the past. Tarzan's knees nearly buckled from the ominous pressure in the air, however, hope sprang inside of him. The months of meditating had led him to be more resilient to these kinds of mental attack. Tarzan pushed the cobwebs of fear from his mind and returned his focus to the enemy before him.
Vloek smiled sardonically as he watched the struggling hero composed himself once more. It was pointless to continue the mental assault as Tarzan had conquered it. 'Come to me Tarzan and meet your doom.' he whispered to himself. The miasma of despair was lifted and the fallen warriors were assisted by the few who were able to somewhat withstand it.
Tarzan sprang from from his position and darted rapidly towards Vloek. The jungle hero used the momentum to increase the power of the uppercut he released and targeted Vloek's jaw. The dark fiend hardly moved to evade nor to defend himself, thus, the powerful punch connected squarely to his jaw. The impact of Tarzan's fist lifted Vloek several inches from the ground. Tarzan hoped that he had knocked out Vloek with his uppercut but was disappointed to see his enemy land on both his feet with only a minor struggle to keep steady.
Tarzan followed up with a swipe from his muscular leg to Vloek's unguarded side. This time, the jungle king was successful in sending Vloek to the dusty ground. Without a moment to spare, the jungle champion pounced on his fallen enemy. He grabbed Vloek from the back and German suplexed the fiend ten times. Then, he pinned Vloek's arms with his hands. Tarzan performed a handstand only to bring his knees crashing down on Vloek's abdomen similar to what Bolshoi did to Tarzan in their fight. The jungle repeated the move a dozen times trying to wind his opponent. Next, Tarzan pinned Vloek's arms by his knees and pummeled the latter's face countless of times until the later's face were bruised and bleeding.
Tarzan hoped to finished the battle as soon as possible that when he estimated that the opportunity was ripe, he reached out his knife and aimed to slash Vloek's jugular vein. Vloek made a quick jerk and was stabbed in the shoulders instead. Just as Tarzan was about to pull the knife to make another attempt, he met Vloek's blank eyes. He saw a vision of himself, where a sudden, unknown and baneful force broke his neck, arms, legs and spine simultaneously. The jungle champion reflexively jumped back leaving his enemy on the ground.
Shit! thought Tarzan. Vloek's murderous intent on him was suffocating and nauseating! The jungle hero tried to compose himself once more as Vloek's figure slowly rose in front of him. Without a grimace, Vloek pulled out Tarzan's knife from his shoulders. He bent it into a 'U' and casually threw it in front of the jungle lord's feet.
Vloek discarded his suit and brushed the dirt off his long-sleeved polo. He cracked his knuckles forbodingly and said 'Now, it's my turn.'
Chapter 2
Vloek launched a clothesline attack on the still recovering Tarzan. He connected and nearly broke the neck of the jungle hero because of the strong impact. Tarzan's body flipped backwards to almost a full circle, he landed flat on his stomach. He coughed and spat some blood from his bruised throat. Despite of the destructive assault, the jungle hero bore the pain and stood up briskly because he wanted to prepare a defense for Vloek's next move.
The dark fiend had anticipated the quick recovery from the ape man that he had launched his next assault even before Tarzan was able to fortify himself. With the force of a bull elephant, Vloek speared Tarzan in the midsection with his uninjured shoulder. 'Ooophff!' huffed Tarzan as his spine nearly snapped in two and his internal organs almost ruptured as his abdomen took the full brunt of Vloek's strength. The jungle champion curled in the ground clutching his stomach and gasping for air. In Tarzan's mind, he knows he must get up and prepare for the Vloek's next attack but he just could not collect himself because of the tremendous pain inflicted by Vloek's spear.
Tarzan felt a sharp pain in his kidneys as Vloek kicked him in the lower back sending him a few meters towards the platform and leaving him flat on his back. Seconds later, he saw the fiend's outline in the sky. Tarzan rolled to side just as both of Vloek's feet crashed into the spot where his body was. The attack would have ended the fight like their last one. With a burst of speed and a force enough to dislocate joints, the jungle hero kicked Vloek's knees. The dark warrior lost his balance and fell to his back. Tarzan quickly took advantage of the situation and locked his legs on his enemy's arms and executed an armbar firmly.
'It's not too late to forfeit this fight, Vloek. A dislocated forearm will put you in a disadvantage.' said Tarzan diplomatically as he increased the pressure on Vloek's left arm.
Vloek laughed mockingly. 'You're wrong, Tarzan. I think it is you who want to end this fight. Save your mercy to yourself because you'll find none from me. I will enjoy squashing every last drop of life from you.'
'Then you leave me no choice.' uttered the jungle champion as he pulled his foe's hands backward but Vloek's tremendous power provided so much resistance that it Tarzan's full might to accomplish his goal. Tarzan gritted his teeth, his biceps bulged, his chest puffed and his body sweat profusely until finally the dark fiend's elbow joints gave way. The jungle champion had effectively dislocated the forearm. Tarzan released his hold, rolled backwards, and planned his next action.
There was no trace of pain from Vloek's face but instead it was lit up with a sardonic smile. Tarzan had outwitted him with an armbar on which a submission or a dislocation was the only escape. The dark warrior chose the latter, he could always return his forearm back in place and with minimal damage. The jungle champion had gravely underestimated his physiology.
Vloek rose up, his right hand tweaking his left elbow to its proper location when the jungle hero lashed out with a right hook aimed at his jaw. Tarzan was astonished as Vloek used left hand to block the attack. His surprised expression did not last long as it was replace with grunts of pain when Vloek countered with half a dozen stomach uppercuts to his guts lifting the jungle hero off the ground. The dark fiend finished off with a left hook of his own hitting Tarzan's right temple and sending him headlong to the ground.
'Uunngh.' Tarzan blinked and shook head, spots of light clouded his vision and his ear stung. He tried to stand but he lost his balance and fell back again. He was still a little distraught that Vloek was hardly affected by the dislocation. His mind raced trying to find and explanation and perhaps a new course of action when he felt Vloek solid grip on his wrists. He heard Vloek address the other jungle warriors.
'Do you want to see how I chop a tree?' bellowed Vloek malevolently. Silence enveloped the crowd. They have never witnessed their champion being this much outclassed by an opponent before. When no response was given, Vloek stated 'I will take your silence as a yes.' He grabbed Tarzan by the wrists and swung to the right violently.
Before Tarzan knew what was happening, his side hit the tree trunk below his treehouse. The force shook tree and many leaves came falling down. It battered the jungle hero's left obliquies tender and nearly shattered his ribs. Unsatisfied, Vloek repeated his swing this time in the opposite direction and slammed Tarzan's right side towards the tree. The tree trembled once again as more leaves showered the clearing. The back-to-back maneuver left the jungle hero squirming in agony.
Vloek released Tarzan's wrists and transferred his grip to the jungle man's triceps raising the arms up and steading the disoriented Tarzan on his feet. 'You still owe me a dislocated elbow, Tarzan. But don't worry I won't dislocate yours. This would suffice as payment.' The dark warrior smashed his right knee to the ribs in Tarzan's left side, instantly breaking four of them.
'Acckkk!' screamed Tarzan in distress unable to contain the paralyzing pain brought about by the fractured bones. He coughed out blood from his internal injuries.
Vloek then put the helpless jungle champion into painful holds to further humiliate him in front of his allies. The dark fiend placed Tarzan into an Abdominal Stretch extending the battered midsection and adding more pressure on the broken ribs. Vloek subjected Tarzan into a bearhug, squeezing the life out of the jungle hero and nearly rendering the hunk unconscious. The evil adversary administered a torture rack and jumped up and down as if trying to break the jungle hero's backbone to the horror of the crowd and Tarzan. Sharp spikes of pain raced across his nervous system. In a all these tortures, the jungle champion failed to contain his suffering. He groaned and bellowed in anguish as each move put him in positions of extreme torment to the ecstasy of his sadistic enemy.
The shocked crowd wanted to helped their nearly defeated champion but none of them dared to move for two reasons: it was a on one-on-one fight and no one would hardly match someone capable of treating Tarzan like a ragged doll. Thus, they kept to the sidelines and waited for inevitable gruesome ending of the match.
In one of his final moves, Vloek raised the Tarzan high above his head in a Gorilla Press and hurled him in an over-the-knee backbreaker. The dark warrior exerted just enough force not to break Tarzan's spine but still cause the maximum pain the move can inflict. Vloek spared Tarzan's back because he has another sinister plan for the beaten jungle hero.
'Aarrghhh!' cried Tarzan as Vloek maintained the backbreaker hold pressuring the bony disks in his spinal chord. For a moment, the jungle champion was terrified that Vloek had snapped his back in two.
'Tarzan, breaking you in two is just child's play for me. I intend to kill you slowly that you'd wish that I had broken you.' spoke Vloek to Tarzan and to the crowd. Just as the dark warrior was about to claw Tarzan's exposed and defenseless abdomen, he stopped and relinquished the hold. Vloek clutched his chest, his heart had begun beating eratically. 'What? You! But how? The knife! It was poisoned!' muttered Vloek rapidly in between gasps of breath.
The knife Tarzan used had been dipped in a poison that paralyzes the heart muscles. The poison should have taken effect an hour ago thought Tarzan who was relieved nevertheless that his plan worked. The jungle hero carefully stood up amidst the pain racking his muscular frame as Vloek leg's started to buckle because of the immobilizing effect of the irregular beating of his heart. Finally, Vloek collapsed on his back as he felt his heart beat slowly inside of him. He closed his eyes and waited for something.
Tarzan saw his dying nemesis on the platform as the different tribes cheered for him. The battle had been nearly won as he waited for the Vloek's last breath. Suddenly, Vloek's body jerked violently, followed by dozen more and then it stopped. It was as if his body was giving him a self-CPR to regulate the heart into beating normally.
'What the ...' muttered Tarzan. The crowd was stunned as he was.
Vloek opened his eyes and stood up laughing maniacally.
Chapter 3 (Final Chapter)
Tarzan and the jungle tribesmen stood in silence as Vloek's insane cackle echoed throughout the clearing. The jungle champion's widened eyes stared in disbelief as his adversary stood up virtually unharmed by the poison that could kill half a dozen African bull elephants with a single drop. In the back of Tarzan's mind fear started to gain ground as thoughts of fleeing from the encounter formed in his psych. The jungle hero's apprehension increased exponentially when he found out that he could hardly move his wearied body. Maybe it was the effect of the beatings or the paralyzing terror that was gripping his insides or it was both, but try as he might Tarzan was stuck on his feet directly at the path of the incoming Vloek.
Tarzan's body perspired profusely, his breathing and heart rate spiked up rapidly and his knees started buckling. His core quaked in horror that he even felt his testicles crept up his body and his once proud penis retract inside of him. Vloek and Tarzan have the same body build, 6'3" tall and 240 pounds, but the former's intimidating confidence dwarfed the latter's shrinking profile.
'It only proves your lack of confidence in facing me. Poison, Tarzan? You fool! I am not even human, I am a cyborg! That is why you can't match me in a physical combat. I thought you would have noticed by now. Poisons can't kill me. You pathetic trash.' declared Vloek.
Tarzan tried to boost his confidence by unleashing a left and right straight punch combination towards his aggressor's midsection only to be deflated when Vloek was not even minutely affected by the blows. The jungle hero swung his fist back for another attempt but he came crashing to the ground by Vloek's backhanded slap to the his cheek.
'I will let you experience my new Tarzan Tamer submission hold. I will force you to submit but I won't take your submission as victory. Only by your death will I be the victor. Submit to me, Tarzan! Beg for my mercy in front of your subjects!' yelled Vloek as he placed his right knee on Tarzan's shoulders, sat on Tarzan's neck and lifted Tarzan's thighs by each of his hands. The dark warrior performed and elevated Boston Crab! Together their figures formed a letter 'D' with Tarzan's head and upper chest as the base
Tarzan convulsed on the sudden onset of pain throughout his body: his broken ribs poked his left lung, his bruised abdomen and thighs were stretched out to their tearing point and his grounded facet joints in the vertebra were on the verge of dislocating. 'Aaccckkk! Arrgghh! My back! Nnnggggh! Ahhhh!' screamed the jungle hero spitting saliva and blood in the process.
'Say the words, Tarzan, I will release the hold. Relieve you of the pain.' tempted Vloek conditioning the mind of his victim.
'N-no.. Bastar-Aackkk! Mnnghhh!' cried Tarzan unable to complete his sentence as Vloek used Tarzan's neck and back as leverages when he leaned backwards. Vloek wanted him to submit but that Tarzan will not do.
Tarzan heard his spine and neck creak from the pressure taking him to higher levels of torment. Vloek maintained the hold for 30 more minutes giving no relief but only an increasing suffering to the jungle hunk chipping away his pride and dignity. From the start of the Tarzan Tamer, it was a losing battle for the jungle hero. The submission hold was inescapably excruciating and the longer the victim relies on his pride to prevent his submission the more devastating the psychological effects when he does accept his inexorable fate. The jungle champion had fallen to this trap of the Tarzan Tamer, he held onto the little pride he had left to resist submitting only to come to the realization that he was powerless against Vloek's hold.
'Y-you win.. I g-give.. I s-submit.. No more.. P-pplease..' whimpered Tarzan his voice shaking in agony, his body shivering in pain. 'I give.. P-please s-sstop.. N-nno more.. Mngghhh!'
'Louder! I want all the jungle to hear your plea! Louder trash! LOUDER!!!' exclaimed Vloek as leaned backwards some more to the point where microscopic fissures started to emerge in Tarzan's backbone.
'AAARRRGHH! I GIVE! NO MORE! I SUBMIT! PLEASE NO MORE!!! ARRGGHHH!' cried Tarzan as he felt his body breaking down inside himself. Suddenly, he felt his body fall to the ground. Vloek had released his Tarzan Tamer extremely satisfied.
'Your submission means nothing, Tarzan. I have not emerged victorious yet because you're still alive. I forced you into a submission because I wanted the jungle to see how much of wimp you are.' said Vloek as he positioned himself behind Tarzan and faced the tribal crowd. He gently lifted Tarzan by the hair to a wobbly standing position making the jungle hero face the crowd as well. Vloek wrapped Tarzan's chest with one arm from the back to support the jungle champion from falling. The dark fiend then used his other hand to fished out the jungle hunk's manhood and balls from his loincloth and exposing them to the audience.
'You're are not as well-endowed as everyone thought, Tarzan. Or is it because you're scared of me that your penis retracted into your body? Fear does have that effect on the human physiology.' uttered Vloek making his commentary on Tarzan's dick heard throughout the clearing. 'Nevertheless, we will see what I can do.' continued the dominant warrior as he caressed the shaft slowly at first then gaining momentum as seconds passed.
It was the ultimate jungle degradation, public masturbation! Vloek would force Tarzan to cum in front of his allies to show his authority over their jungle champion physically, mentally and sexually. Tarzan felt something stir-up in his loins as blood flooded the area. Tarzan felt the pangs of humiliation as his flaccid penis started to become erect because of Vloek's maneuvers. With all his remaining will, Tarzan perspired and writhed and tried to prevent his manjuices from leaving his body. When Vloek noticed the jungle man's extreme concentration in prohibiting his orgasm, the dark warrior removed his arm that was around Tarzan's chest and squeezed the jungle hero's balls holding Tarzan steady by them instead.
The nut squeeze caught Tarzan's unawares, he jumped as pain flooded his system costing him to lose focus. Vloek took the opportunity of Tarzan's distraction like a vulture and increased his stimulations. It was relentless! The jungle champion was engulfed with pain from the testicles squeeze and pleasure from Vloek's other hand.
'No.. Don't.. P-please.. Don't make me.. I beg to you.. stop.. No more..' pleaded Tarzan begging Vloek to stop harassing his privates before he comes to a climax. His whimpers for mercy fell to deaf ears as with a powerfully jerk from Vloek, Tarzan's body arched and spasmed. He reached multiple orgasms as spurts of semen came gushing forth from his member draining him of strength and respect. When it was over, Vloek repeated Tarzan's masturbation again and again until Tarzan had a dry orgasm, no more man-juices were left inside of him.
Tarzan's head hung low, he was thoroughly exhausted and defeated by the ordeal. Vloek had conquered him like no other adversary he had ever faced. 'Kill me already. Vloek.' said the jungle champion his voice hoarse and tired.
'DON'T ORDER ME AROUND, SCUM!' yelled Vloek behind Tazan's ears. The dark fiend turned the jungle hero around to meet him face-to-face and held him steady by slightly squeezing the sides of head. 'If you want your death then I will give it to you. I want you to be on all fours, face the crowd and keep steady. Take it as a man, Tarzan. Do you understand?'
'Yes...' replied Tarzan almost pissing his loincloth because of Vloek's intimidation.
'YES WHAT?' bellowed Vloek to Tarzan's face showering him with spit.
'Yes.. master...' answered Tarzan his ears ringing from Vloek's shouts.
Vloek dropped Tarzan to ground and retrieved the wooden stake he had brought as Tarzan put himself on all fours facing the crowd. The warriors lamented the fate their defeated champion. Some of them grieved seeing the hero they idolized reduced into a shameless and subservient captive. And it pained them that they could not interfere in Tarzan's final struggles.
Vloek returned with his wooden stake and ordered Tarzan to prepared himself for an impalement. The dark fiend started the execution. Carefully, he inserted the stake's pointed tip in Tarzan's asshole. The jungle champion moaned and writhed in torment as the foreign objected intruded his behind but the pain was nothing compared to what happened next. Vloek pierced the intestines as he maneuvered the stake to the muscled regions of Tarzan's midsection to avoid the vital organs. Tarzan convulsed, wailed and begged for a reprieve, crying in distress. The wooden stake further traversed the jungle heroe's body through the gap between the sternum and the pectorals missing the heart, lungs and major blood vessels by a couple of centimeters. Finally, the stake's journey ended as it emerged in Tarzan' bloody mouth shutting up the ape man's pleas for help and mercy. Vloek raised the impaled hero above and placed him on the platform for everyone to see.
The impalement procedure itself was a work of wonder and horror. The precise path the stake took punctured no vital organ and kept a narrow passage for breathing leading to its victim's slow and painful death. It was hell on earth. Average persons would last 2 to 3 days in this method execution but for someone such as Tarzan it would take a week before he fully succumbs to the embrace of the Grim Reaper.
Silence fell throughout the clearing as Tarzan was impaled and hoisted onto the platform. The jungle champion's body flinching and jerking as tears, blood, and saliva rolled from his face. It was Vloek who broke the silence 'You will have a feast to honor me! This group will not disperse until we see Tarzan's last breath!'. The dark fiend coerced the warriors to be in shifts to guard Tarzan and to prevent him from sleeping. It was merciless that whenever Tarzan falls to unconsciousness the warriors would shake the wooden stake to cause immense agony jerking the jungle hero back to his tortured reality. Vloek wanted Tarzan to bear his agony fully conscious until the end.
As each day passed, Tarzan bemoaned his deadly sentence. He was disgraced in front of his allies, a specter of his former glorious self. He had lost not only his strength but more importantly his self-respect that whenever he heard Vloek's voice he tried to beg for his mercy though he only produced garbled sounds. His insides were burning, his outsides were battered and beaten. Time became an enemy as well as it ticked slowly almost driving the fallen jungle champion on the brink of insanity.
It was the morning of the fifth day of Tarzan's impalement when Vloek was about to start his address to the jungle warriors, when he felt cramps at first they were in his abdomen but slowly the cramps spread to his extremities. The crowd was astonished it was the first time they saw the dark fiend had problems inside his body after Tarzan's poison. They hoped it was a good premonition.
'What have you done to me, Tarzan!' screamed Vloek as he pulled the stake that held the impaled Tarzan from the platform and shook it violently.
The jungle champion squirmed as shockwaves of pain coursed through his body. This is the end he thought as he lost his consciousness when Vloek's relentless brandishing increased in power. Then all was blackness.
Epilogue
A man opened his eyes for the first time in four weeks. He was disoriented as the light of the morning sun blinded his eyes. Where am I? he asked to himself.
'Ah, you're awake.' said an authoritative voice from the far corner of the hut. 'Tier announce to the tribe that he has awaken.' continued the voice as it gave and order to the warrior to his side. The voice seemed familiar.
'Arend, my friend. But how? I thought I died...' said the man, Tarzan of the Apes as his mind illuminated somethwat. 'What happened - ? what happened to V-Vloek?' asked Tarzan a little apprehensive of saying the name of his nemesis aloud.
'Ah but you did not die, my friend. Just as your enemy was about to deal his death blow to you. He stopped, he was paralyzed and then he fell dead.' answered Arend, chief of the Impala Tribe. 'It was -'
'The parasites! They had worked. I thought they'd fail just like the poison. The knife was dipped in poison and parasitic eggs and I supposed when the parasites grew they blocked the Vloek's circuits resulting into a malfunction' said Tarzan to the nodding chief as he finished Arend's last sentence.
'You have won Tarzan. In your deadliest encounter. However, the jungle will never be the same again. The alliance of the Five Tribes have crumbled. The Hyena and Boar tribes had lost their respect to you. They ordered me to tell you that your presence and influence are not welcome in their villages anymore.' stated Arend.
The news saddened Tarzan. It was what Vloek wanted from the beginning to create discord in the jungle and somehow the dark fiend was able to achieve that. 'Forgive me, Arend. I was not strong enough to keep the unity in the jungle.'
'You are still alive and your adversary is dead. There is still hope for unity in the jungle. The jungle still needs its champion, Tarzan.' encouraged Arend. 'For now, rest and recuperate my friend.'
THE END
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