Varke and Tier, warriors of the Impala Tribe, were scouting the area when they saw a muscular man lying on his stomach. Quickly, the two men approached and investigated. Varke overturned the man and was horrified to find out that it was the jungle's champion, Tarzan! For a moment, Varke and Tier were shocked as they surveyed the body of the fallen hero. A fist print was found in his left chest and an imprint of a pair of shoes tarnished Tarzan's otherwise perfect abdomen. The marks were surrounded by black-blue discoloration indicating that the area were pummeled countless of times, thought the two tribesmen. Tarzan's face was bloodied but there was no visible wounds, leading the two natives to conclude that the injury was internal. The sound of Tarzan's weak moaning and wheezy breathing pulled Varke and Tier out of their thoughts.
'Who could have done this to Tarzan?' asked Tier
'There is no time to wonder about that now, Tier. Help me get Tarzan to the chief, he would know what to do.' ordered Varke. ' Let's hurry up, he's barely breathing.' added Varke.
The two warriors formed a makeshift stretcher out the branches and twigs around them and carried the jungle lord cautiously to avoid further damage. They returned to their village and stealthily headed to the chief's hut. Arend, the village's chief and former medicine man, could not disguise his bewilderment when he saw Tarzan's lifeless and battered body. Nevertheless, Arend remained calm and dealt with the treatment of the jungle king. For the next hour or so, Arend tended the fractured ribs and leg of the jungle lord and applied medicinal herbs to the bruises while Varke and Tier stood on the side ready to assist the chief whenever he needed it. After Arend had finished, he talked with and asked Varke and Tier to guard and take care the recovering jungle king.
'Chief Arend, can I have a question? Is Tarzan going to be alright? I have never seen him this beaten up before.' inquired Varke
'Neither have I but Tarzan is a strong man. He will survive this. As to the identity of his attacker, we can only guess.' answered Arrend.
'Could it be the one or a group from the Blood Tribe? I heard they sent assassins after Tarzan and they are unbelievably skilled in fighting.' uttered Tier contributing to the conversation.
'That is a possibility but a remote one. If Tarzan had been subjugated by Blood Tribe warriors, you would have found him dead or you would not have found him at all. They would taken him deep into the Shadow Region. We can ask him when he wakes. For now, let him recuperate. We will need every bit of his strength for our war with the Blood Tribe.' finished Arend.
The night passed by and early the next morning, Tarzan stirred feebly from his cot. The two Impala Tribe warrior took notice and asked the jungle lord if they can be of assistance to him. Tarzan opened his eyes, he could hardly move because his body was on fire - every nerve fiber seemed to be sending pain signals to his brain. Tarzan could barely breathe because of the sharp pain on his left chest and abdomen whenever he tried to inhale deeply. The jungle hero racked his brain to remember how he got in this situation. Slowly, the memories came back to fill in the details.
'Tarzan, how are you doing?' inquired Tier interrupting the jungle man's thoughts while Varke called their chief.
'I have been better.' answered Tarzan. The jungle champion attempted to sit but failed to do so because of the pain. 'Where am I?'
'Try not to move too much, Tarzan, your body is still recovering.' exclaimed Arend when he entered the hut. 'You're in the Impala Tribe Village. Varke and Tier found you bloodied and lying unconscious on the ground not far from here. You have very dangerous enemies, Tarzan. I am relieved that you managed to be stay alive. Do you know how this happened?' asked Arend
'Arend, my friend, you and your warriors have my eternal gratitude for your aid.' said Tarzan. The jungle hero then narrated his past encounter. Tarzan had a battle with Vloek, a black man dressed in a gray suit and leather shoes. It had been a one-sided fight on the treetops in favor to his opponent and he fell to the ground below. Vloek had been merciless and he assaulted Tarzan's guts which caused the internal injuries. The last thing the jungle hero remembered is that Vloek commanded him to restore order to the jungle and they will fight again.The three Impala Tribe warriors were speechless as Tarzan finished his story on how Vloek dominated him. They could not believe that a person could do that to their jungle champion with so much ease.
'Do you think, you or we beat this Vloek?' asked Tier finally breaking the silence.
'Yes, Tier. Vloek is beatable. The question is how. Everybody has a weakness.' said Tarzan grimly. 'And it's my burden to find Vloek's. Since Vloek won't be showing up until the jungle is in order, we must keep our focus to our goals. I will take care of the animal testing facility in the middle of the jungle. Prepare yourselves for the war to put an end to the Blood Tribe's terrorism.' finished the jungle hero.
Tarzan stayed secretly for three more days on the Impala Tribe Village. The jungle king rested and regained his strength. Through Arend, Tarzan was able to know the status of the preparations for the war on the Blood Tribe. The preparations were moving well underway and the warriors and their weapons will be ready in two weeks. On the last day, Tarzan once again thanked his rescuers and encouraged them to be stronger for the times ahead. The jungle lord also said that he will meet the five village chiefs in his former tree house to discussed their strategy, two weeks from now. Tarzan bid his farewell and started to the direction of the animal testing laboratory in the middle of the jungle.
Chapter 2
Tarzan swung across the tree branches to reach Dr. Johnson's Research Facility. It was midday when the jungle king reached the area. Tarzan hid in the trees and analyzed the new security protocols the place had implemented since his last triumphant visit. There were now four guards posted on each side of the compound's perimeter. An electrified fence and surveillance cameras had also been installed. Tarzan circled the facility to get additional information for his assault. Satisfied, the jungle lord devised his plan.
Tarzan would destroy the cameras in the north, east and south gates to serve as a diversion for the surveillance and security teams. He would then disable the guards in the south gate and use the vines to swing across the electrified fence to enter the compound. His target is Dr Monroe Johnson and he would enter his quarters through the fire exit. He would abduct the doctor, head the to the animal cages and free the imprisoned animals. He would use the doctor as a hostage to escape the facility. Lastly, he would turnover the doctor the authorities for his crimes.The jungle hero waited for the descent of the night to execute his strategy.
After the last rays on the sun expired, Tarzan made his move. With a fist-sized rock the jungle man hit the north camera with pin-point accuracy. He moved rapidly across the jungle canopies to his next camera target. Tarzan disabled the next cameras quickly and without incident, but after the south camera was destroyed an alarm in the compound sounded. An order was issued and soon some of the perimeter guards shifted their forces in the last remaining camera in the west gate anticipating the move of the unknown assailant. Tarzan took advantage of the situation and proceeded to the south gate. With ease, he knocked out the three guards and choked the fourth one. As with his plan, Tarzan entered to the compound with the use of the vines and entered the Dr. Johnson's quarters through the fire exit.
Dr. Monroe Johnson was still groggy after being awaken by sound of the loud siren outside. The doctor stood up and draped his laboratory gown over his night shirt. He was at five foot ten inches, a bit lean as he weighed 130 pounds and he was in his mid-forties. Suddenly, he felt a massive force grabbed hold of his arms and pinned them to his back. The doctor let out an involuntary groan of pain. He struggled to free himself but stopped almost instantly when he realized who his captor was.
'Tarzan, Good evening. I've been expecting you for sometime now, after you last freed my animal subjects.' uttered the doctor. 'I'm impressed you were able penetrate this facility without breaking a sweat but I daresay, I'm a little disappointed it took you long enough to comeback. I guess rounding out all those hunters, poachers and miners is not a walk in the park.'
'Quiet.' commanded Tarzan. 'You will come with me and I will free the animals from your cruelty once and for all.' said Tarzan as he pushed the doctor towards the animal prison. The two moved inside the facility undetected, primarily due to Tarzan's mastery in stealth and soon they reached the area of the animal cages. The animals were elated to see their king come rescue them but jungle champion signaled the animals to stay silent.
'How do you plan to escape this facility? The guards are scouring the compound now as we speak. And I highly doubt your sneaking abilities can secretly smuggle all these ani - ack!' Dr Johnson did not finish his statement because Tarzan hit him with backhanded slap to the mouth. The doctor fell down the floor, his mouth started to bleed. Tarzan gagged and tied him in the nearby desk and ordered him to remain still.
Tarzan turned his attention the animals. There are about a hundred apes of different species locked up in the cages. Fortunately, the keys to all these cages and located nearby and labeled neatly. Tarzan proceeded to unlock the cage nearest him. When Tarzan gripped the bars, five million volts of electricity shot through his body! Tarzan whole body convulsed and the electric shock threw the jungle hero on his back to the ground, dazed and paralyzed.
The jungle hero's mind reeled and his muscles stiffened from the electrocution. Fortunately, the paralysis only lasted for a couple of seconds and Tarzan's control of limbs slowly came back. Tarzan sat and just when he was about to stand he felt a sharp pain in his lower back. It was the same electrocuting effect he felt in the bars earlier. The jungle hero yelped as another poke on his side discharged another five million volts of electricity. His muscles tightened and another couple of seconds of paralysis took over his body. Tarzan, with much, effort glance on the direction of his attacker. He was surprised to see was the doctor. Dr. Johnson managed to escape from his bonds and had procured an electric prod which he is now using to torment the jungle hunk.
'That couple of prods I gave you was for trespassing in my facility. I knew you'll come back and rescue these vermin so I electrified their cages.' stated Dr. Johnson. 'I was a pickpocket once, Tarzan. I thieved my way to college and studied medicine. Did you think your amateurish knots can hold me?' added the doctor. 'This is for the bloodied lip you gave me!!'
Tarzan was on all fours trying to compose himself when Dr. Johnson poked his electric prod on his left side, then on his right side. The jungle hero's body collapse back the cement floor, he lost control of his muscles and helplessly groaned in pain as they contracted tightly. The doctor was not satisfied and so he jabbed the electric prod to the jungle hunk's arms, back, legs, hips, nape. He wanted to bring pain to the jungle lord for having slapped him in the face. Dr. Johnson relished the sight of the jungle champion squirming in his agony.
All the electrocution disoriented the jungle champion until he realized that it had stopped. He looked up and found himself surrounded by ten guards in their full fatigue uniforms. Painfully, he rose up to feet. Tarzan stood unsteadily when the captain of the guards released a punch. The captain slammed his fist to Tarzan's left cheek and the jungle man's head snapped back from the force. The jungle lord lost his balance but one of the guards was able to catch his body by the armpits before it once again fell to the floor.
'That was for making fools of us, Tarzan!' shouted the captain 'Hang him up and stretch him arms and legs to their limits. The doctor want him taut as a tight rope when he comes back!' barked the captain to his men.
Chapter 3
Tarzan found himself three feet from the ground and stretched out into a standing X position. Cold metal bands attached to a copper-alloyed rope held him by his wrists and ankles. The jungle lord found it uneasy to breathe because of the position of his arms and because his chest and abdomen muscles were severely stretched. Tarzan closed his eyes and tried to contain his groans as a wave of pain coursed through his body when the facility guards pulled the copper ropes and moved them towards different directions again.
Suddenly, an electric prod jabbed his stomach, twitching the muscles and expelling what little air Tarzan was able to inhale. The jungle champion's body twisted due to the current that ran through his body and the movement added in the mounting pressure to his taut muscles. Another jab to the jungle hero's midsection resulted to another wave of unbearable pain for Tarzan. He let out a howl of agony through gritted teeth as his muscular body arched upward involuntarily. But the suffering from the electrocution was only half of it, after the sharp pain from the electricity when the jungle man's body sagged came another form of pain struck this time from his muscles, joints and arm sockets as a result of the stretching and hanging torture.
'Tarzan, I am a very gifted Doctor of Medicine and I can perceive from your body how grueling this past couple of weeks had been for you.' spoke Dr. Johnson coldly. 'No matter how much you want the world to believe that your invincible, I can see that your body bit by bit crumbling. No matter how hard you try to hide it, my trained and intuitive eyes can detect the damage your recent previous battles had done to you. You had a couple of broken ribs and leg. You're internal organs had ruptured more than half a dozen times. Your famed sculpt back, chest and abdomen had been pummeled and bruised countless of times. Your heart had even stopped and restarted again. All these torments are certainly piling up in your mind, slowly and inevitably shattering it.' finished the doctor in a monotonous tone.
The jungle king knew that Dr. Johnson was tactically conditioning his mind into breaking down but the problem was that Tarzan found it difficult to block the doctor's mental attacks because of the continuous pain from the electric prods and the ropes. The relentless psychological and physical torture continued for thirty more minutes, one of the longest thirty minutes in Tarzan's life.
His attackers were inhumane, they electrocuted every part of his body: his stomach, chest, armpits, groin, neck, back, shoulders. They poked their electric prods in every inch of skin they could target. Soon, the muscular champion found even breathing an arduous task to accomplish. The crippling suffering and paralysis from the high voltage were bad enough that combined with the ever increasing tension on his limbs brought about by the the copper ropes, Tarzan's only way to cope up was through his anguished yells. His screams helped a little, they were able to drown Dr. Johnson's monotonous droning. Finally, the assault stopped and Tarzan heard the merciless voice of the doctor through his panting.
'Your meddling brought this situation to yourself, Tarzan.' uttered Dr. Johnson. 'It will be your undoing. You will replace the test subjects you released the last time you visited here.' added the doctor as he signaled the captain of the guards to pull the switch down. The captain obeyed, the movement triggered the copper ropes to conduct a low-voltage, high-current electric flow throughout the muscular hero's body. The effect was similar to the electric chair's but less deadly. The shock prevented Tarzan to scream as his body contorted involuntarily and fatally. After thirty seconds, the captain pulled the switch upward to stop the current. The jungle champion's head sagged, he lost consciousness from the ordeal and faint singed smell spread across the room. 'Revive him! Douse him with water! I don't want him to escape his torture!' commanded the doctor.
The guards splashed Tarzan with water to restore his consciousness. With a jerk, the jungle hero came to his senses. His joints creaked and muscles cramped from his sudden movement which reminded the jungle lord of his terrible situation. The ape man felt a sting in his neck, the guards had shot him with a drug to prevent him from blacking out for an hour. The guards then exchanged their electric prods to rubber mallet. The electric torture was over and now they would concentrate on stretching torture aspect.
'Dislocate Tarzan's arms, elbows and knees. I'll just return them to their proper places on the laboratory table later on.' Dr. Johnson purposely let Tarzan hear his orders in line of his mind games. He let his guards do the beatings but he stayed on to observe. This after all is precious data on the endurance of the human body and psych.
Tarzan's assailant's approached him. They divided their tasks but would do them one after another to inflict the most torment on the jungle champion. Two guards started on the Tarzan's left knee. they hammered the knee with their rubber mallet, slowly at first testing the bone, then the hammering gained momentum and increased in power until the the jungle hero's left knee was dislocated. Tarzan bellowed in pain and his eyes watered as the tension from the ropes twisted his left leg into an awkward angle. The vicious torturers then focused on the right knee and hammered it until only the ligaments held the upper and lower leg. In his weakened mental state, Tarzan would have begged them to stop had it not been for the futility of asking their mercy. The guards dislocated the jungle hero's elbows and arms as slowly and cruelly as his knees. When they were finished, they stepped and with the doctor marveled at their handiwork. Tarzan's once proud physique was now mangled. His breathing was shallow and his mouth hung agape making pitiful gasping sounds. The handsome face of the jungle warrior was contorted. Tears flowed freely from his watery eyes down to his cheeks and chiseled chin.
'Perfect work!' exclaimed Dr. Johnson as he stared astonished to the broken puppet that was Tarzan. 'Now, gas him. I want to test my nightmare drug on him.' The guards released the jungle champion from his bondage, covered his face with a mask and pumped the nightmare gas into his system. The dazed Tarzan had not even noticed that he was brought down from the torturous ropes until it was too late as the effects of the gas already engulfed him.
Chapter 4
The facility guards transferred the lifeless Tarzan into a laboratory table. With the instructions of Dr. Johnson, the guards pulled and twisted the jungle champion's legs and arms to align his joints back in place. The once dislocated bones were fixed but the joints gained some swelling due to the overextension of the ligaments. The guards used leather straps to fasten Tarzan's body to the table through his neck, biceps, wrists, chest, waist, thighs and ankles.
With the jungle lord tightly secured on the table, the guards attached electrodes on his head, neck and chest to monitor his vital signs. Some of the the wiring in Tarzan's head was connected to a computer which specialized in projecting the images from the unconscious person's dreams. In the first few minutes the computer's monitor showed nothing, but when the jungle hero's closed eyes moved rapidly and his limbs jerked involuntarily a landscape started to emerge.
Tarzan found himself in the middle of a large clearing. He had no idea how he had gotten there. Suddenly, there were movements in the bushes, ten people appeared surrounding the jungle man. The people started walking and soon they formed a perimeter to entrapped the jungle lord. Tarzan recognized them, they were his recent enemies! There was Kite, wearing his khaki polo and shorts and carrying his rifle on his shoulder. Bison and Croc were side-by-side crunching their knuckles. Tarzan was horrified to see the Goumon Twins smiling maliciously back at him. Bolshoi Medved was also present, he walked menacingly. To his sides were Zhang Ji and Gif. Tarzan also saw Vloek in his gray suit and leather shoes. Dr. Johnson was among them, he wore his white laboratory gown and held a dripping whip. The scenario puzzled the jungle hero because he knew more than half of the people present were dead and yet there they were closing in on him.
Tarzan surveyed his surroundings, escape was impossible seeing that there were no vegetation to hide nor vines to utilized. In a space of a heartbeat, two shots rang. The jungle king felt fire on his knees, he collapsed to the ground on his hands as the bullet shattered his kneecaps. His shooter, Kite, could not care less as he fired another two shots which connected on the jungle man's elbows. Tarzan grunted in pain, his four wounds prevented him from moving away. When Kite reached Tarzan's location he kicked the jungle king's midsection to roll him on his back. Kite stepped on the Tarzan's massive chest and discharged two shots, this time on the fallen hero's pectorals. The jungle champion writhed in agony and his vision started to dim.
Croc pulled the delirious Tarzan to a standing position and gave him a series of hard slaps across the face. The blows stung the jungle lord and made his eyes watery but the harsh treatment brought the jungle lord back to his senses. To his amazement, Tarzan found his body completely unblemished as if the shots Kite fired had been an illusion, the only thing that remained was the lingering pain on the back of his brain caused by them. Bison joined in. He grabbed and locked Tarzan's left arm with his right arm and Croc followed suit on the ape man's right arm. Together, the two delivered deadly punches and knee strikes to Tarzan's muscular guts lifting the jungle hero's feet from the ground. The jungle champion's rock-hard abdomen held its ground for the next twenty minutes preventing the damage to penetrate within. But the relentless assault continued and slowly chipped away the muscles' toughness. Tarzan's midsection turned dark red and it encouraged to the two hoodlums, they hammered their fists and knees deeper and deeper into their prey. The dark red coloration was tinged with blue-black as Tarzan's acclaimed midsection started to disintegrate. Croc's and Bison's eye gleaned in triumph as they felt the muscle's resistance deteriorate. When they felt that the jungle hero's guts had turned into a pulp, they lifted Tarzan high above their heads and with great force slammed him to their knees. It was their double knee gut buster! Tarzan bellowed an anguished cry as his internal organs exploded from the impact. Croc and Bison smiled sardonically and threw Tarzan to the the Goumon Twins.
Tarzan landed near the Twin's feet. Once again, his body was fully recovered but the jungle lord still felt the agony of Croc's and Bison's beatings. The Goumon Won wasted no time and lifted Tarzan by the hair. He placed the jungle king between him and his brother then nodded to Goumon Tu. Tu clasped Won into a very tight bearhug, sandwiching the wobbly ape man. The twin's huge physique engulfed Tarzan's body completely and prevented him from breathing. The jungle champion struggled with all his might to escape. The Goumon Twins did not yield, instead, they flexed and hardened their body muscles nearly pulverizing the jungle man within. Tarzan voiced a muffled yell of torment. Tarzan frantically redoubled his efforts as his lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, but it was futile. The sensation was like that of being crushed in a mechanical compactor. The jungle champion fainted just about when his lungs collapsed from the pressure. Goumon Won and Tu waited for a full minute after Tarzan's last movement had stopped then they released their hold on each other. Tarzan fell to the ground unconscious and not breathing.
Bolshoi Medved stepped forward and stomped Tarzan's exposed gut six times to stimulate his breathing. The tactic was effective as respiration returned to the grounded hero. The Russian turned Tarzan to his stomach and woke him up with an extremely torturous Camel Clutch. Pain burst from the jungle king's arm sockets, neck and most significantly in his lower back as Bolshoi bent Tarzan past his limit. Bolshoi's Camel Clutch was so brutal that the jungle champion's spinal column factions creaked and ground with each other. The Russian waited for Tarzan's submission but all he got was groans of suffering. After maintaining the hold for forty minutes, Bolshoi got impatient and twisted the jungle hero's neck to its breaking point. With a barbarous force and yell, he twisted all the way through, breaking Tarzan's neck!
Tarzan came back to his consciousness. His body had healed once more but the torment that his attackers induced piled on the back of his brain. The jungle champion took deep breaths. He finally realized it was a dream, no, it was nightmare! But how? Tarzan searched his memories on the what had happened before this incident.
Before Tarzan could focus intensively, he felt a vice-like claw dug his pectorals and lifted him from the ground. The jungle king was lifted until he was face-to-face with Zhang Ji. Tarzan tried to move his arms to retaliate but they were paralyzed. Zhang Ji's claw penetrated the jungle champion's chest muscles and reached the nerves pinning them and preventing movement of Tarzan's limbs in the upper body. The pain was unbearable however it did not stop Tarzan to unleash his knee to his opponent. Zhang hesistantly released his pec claw to avoid Tarzan's kick. The jungle hero panted heavily and before he could recover. The tall and lanky Gif held him in a Full Nelson, dragged him to the ground and performed a Body Scissors. Gif wrapped his steel-like bony legs around Tarzan's body and squeezed tightly. The jungle hero struggled and contracted his midsection to avoid further damage. For a time it was an even match - Tarzan's muscle versus Gif's bones, but when Zhang Ji joined in the fray it started to spell doom for the jungle king. Zhang clawed Tarzan's abdomen burying his fingers deep the into the guts. Tarzan's midsection did not stand a chance with the combination of the two great warrior's strength. Tarzan's resolve wavered and his stomach muscles relaxed. Zhang and Gif took advantage of the moment's weakness and plunged their holds deeper and deeper to the jungle lord's body. Gif squashed Tarzan's liver and pancreas while Zhang took care of his spleen and stomach. With his internal organs crushed, Tarzan gagged on and puked his own blood, his body convulsed grotesquely.
In his next waking moment, Tarzan found himself looking at the shiny shoes of someone he had not defeated yet, Vloek. The gray suited man grabbed the jungle king by the biceps and lifted him until they were eye level. Without exerting much effort, Vloek compressed them and crushed the muscles. Tarzan yelped in pain. Vloek did not stop until he pulverized the muscles and broke the bone. The shock of the enourmous agony made Tarzan's eyes bulged and his mouth slackened. Vloek rampaged on the jungle hero's body: he broke the forearms, shins and hips. Soon the jungle champion lied broken and prostrated on the ground. Vloek finished by stomping on Tarzan's ribcage until they broke and ruptured his heart.
Tarzan was again sent back into the darkness only to be revived with Dr. Johnson in front of him, whipping him. Suddenly, something clicked, his mind brightened. The missing pieces had fallen into place as memories came flooding back. Tarzan remembered how he got to this nightmare. It was because of the doctor. He perhaps injected with a nightmare-inducing drug. Tarzan knew what to do as he calmed himself and closed his eyes. He focused on the training he received from one of his jungle allies. With all his strength, the jungle king shouted his signature call. The ground rumbled and shook.
The picture in the dream monitor turned into static as the nightmare-inducing drug lost their effects on Tarzan. Dr. Johnson was not disappointed, in fact, he half-expected it to happen. You live up to your reputation Tarzan, you were the first to survive that drug. I like to know how you would fair to my liquified nerve gas, thought the doctor. He was a bit hesitatant to experiment the liquified nerve gas on the jungle hero because of a possibility of a certain side effect but his obsessive mind shunned his worries.
Chapter 5 (Final Chapter)
Tarzan found himself tightly bound when he awoke from the Dr. Johnson's nightmare drug. His whole body was drenched in perspiration, his lungs heaved wearily and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. For the jungle champion's greater discomfort the facility guards placed a rough wooden block between his lower back and the laboratory table to increase the pressure on his spine. They have constricted the the jungle man in such a way that he can not move his neck, arms and legs.
'Welcome back, Tarzan.' called Dr. Johnson. 'I expected nothing less from the jungle king to overcome my special hallucinogenic drug. But you're not out of the woods yet, my little test subject. You will be injected with doses of my experimental liquefied nerve gas each stronger than the last. Let us test the limits of that tenacious body of yours.' stated the doctor. He told his plan to the bound jungle hero to make the latter despair on the ordeal he was about to endure. It was all part of his psychological attacks on Tarzan's mind.
Dr. Johnson admitted the dose himself. He started with a small concentration of the chemical and injected it to the carotid artery of Tarzan. It will take a full minute for the nerve agent to come to effect. However, around Tarzan's neck pulsations erupted almost instantly, light tremors coursed through the region. The jungle hero fidgeted but his captors' tight bonds hardly allowed him to do so. After a minute or so, the jungle champion felt the effects of the chemical: his heart beat faster, a slight tightness in his chest, a headache started to form in the back of his head, his nose started to discharge mucus, his eyes stung and watered, his vision blurred and his already sweat-drenched body produced more sweat. Suddenly, a wave of burning pain coursed throughout the jungle lord's body, it was like he was being seared in an open flame. Tarzan let out a sharp cry, unable to contain his agony.
'Ah, that would be the toxin part of my liquefied nerve gas concoction. See Tarzan, in low-level concentrations it gives a burning effect in the blood vessels. It feels like your body is being scorched from the inside, doesn't it Tarzan?' explained Dr. Johnson, clearly ecstatic of the chemical's effect on the jungle champion.
It took six grueling hours for the effects of the low-level concentration to wane and it left the jungle champion dehydrated and drained of strength. Towards the end, his sharp cries of suffering had turned to hoarse growls of pain as the burning sensations did not leave him even for a second. With his body shaking from the trauma, Tarzan panted heavily relieved that the ordeal has passed.
'Congratulations, Tarzan! You have endured the first stage when many of my test subjects died.' boomed Dr. Johnson's voice. The doctor and some of the guards had stayed inside the laboratory to watch the jungle champion's agony, relishing the defeat of their adversary. The doctor and his guards approached the table. The guards busied themselves in attaching an IV fluid to Tarzan's left hand, an action they have to perform to prevent the test subject from dying of dehydration. Dr. Johnson on the other hand administered a 66% concentration of his liquefied nerve gas to Tarzan's right bicep.
The increased dosage acted faster and produced worse effects on the already battered body of the jungle champion. Tarzan's right bicep convulsed severely that it was like a heart outside the jungle man's body, beating strenuously. However, the pain in the right arm spasms were nothing compared to the wave of suffering which engulfed the jungle hero's body and the humiliation of the involuntary bodily reactions. In less than a minute, the handsome features of Tarzan's face were once again stained with tears, mucus and saliva coming out from his eyes, nose and mouth respectively. He found it hard to breathe as if a hippopotamus had sat in his chest. His heart beat rapidly almost as fast as when he had a heart attack. In addition, the jungle felt his stomach rumbling, cramping and twisting inside his abdomen. There was still the burning sensation that spread throughout his body and now another form of pain manifested, it was like every cell of his body is being pierced by microscopic needles! Tarzan could not help but wince and wail every time a new wave of agony climaxed. The torture had become so intense that the jungle hero found himself shivering uncontrollably with some of his muscles twitching involuntarily.
The 66% concentration dosage lasted for only three hours, shorter that the previous dosage but the damage it inflicted to the bound jungle lord was twice as much and if it was not from the IV fluid attached the jungle man, he would have died of dehydration due to the tremendous amount sweat that his body released because of the ordeal. Seeing Tarzan survive from the second dosage delighted Dr. Johnson, the jungle hero had the honor of being the first one to survive that dosage.
The doctor picked up the syringe with the 100% concentration of the liquefied nerve gas and approached Tarzan with his manic smile while his guards replaced the IV bottle with a new one. 'Congratulations yet again, Tarzan! You're the first one to survive such a dosage! You should be honored to be my first test subject to try the 100% concentration.' uttered Dr. Johnson mockingly. 'I should also bid my farewell to you. This is as far as you can go, Tarzan. This dosage will not kill you instantly but slowly after subjecting you to the torments of hell for an hour. Goodbye, Tarzan.' finished the doctor.
Dr. Johnson injected the chemical on Tarzan's left chest, he carefully positioned the syringe to administer the chemical as close to the jungle hero's heart as possible. The effect this time was instantaneous. Tarzan's eyes not only watered but also rolled to the back of his head. His stomach cramped and twisted so severely that vomit and digestive juices gushed forth from his mouth. His body shook violently as convulsions erupted in multiple parts of his body: in his legs, arms, chest, abdomen. The jungle champion's face reddened due to his difficulty in breathing. The burning and piercing sensations persisted joined by another form of torture, it was like his muscles and bones were being pinched by pliers. The intense torture made the jungle hero lose his bladder control as piss soiled his loincloth. Tarzan writhed turbulently, it was maddening that he half-wished death to arrive and relieve him from his agony. Finally after an hour and a half, it was over. Tarzan's tongue lolled from his open and drooling mouth, his eyes where half-closed, some of his muscles with still twitching and he was semi-conscious.
Dr. Johnson was ecstatic! He had not anticipated that Tarzan would still be alive after the dose. And now he had another opportunity to witness the humiliation and downfall of the proud Tarzan from his hands. The jungle champion's muscles had been beaten by his superior intellect. He refilled the syringe with another 100% concentration and proceeded to finish the defeated jungle lord. Once again, Dr. Johnson injected his liquefied nerve gas to Tarzan's left chest and backed off to relish the sight of the last spasms of the dying jungle warrior.
Tarzan in his half-conscious state watched in horror as Dr. Johnson approached with another syringe. The jungle champion braced himself from the onslaught of pain that was about to come. Oddly something different was happening, his body continued to contract but the pain was gone instead a surge of strength seemed to gain momentum inside his body combined with an increasing amount of rage formed inside his mind. Tarzan blacked out a couple of minutes later.
The doctor was shocked from the new developments of his test subject. The overdose of the chemical pushed Tarzan's adrenal glands to overdrive and his mind to savagery. Within seconds, the bonds which held the jungle lord in place where shattered. Tarzan moved in an uncanny speed, far quicker than his speed in his best form. Instantly, the jungle warrior killed all the guards inside the laboratory. Dr. Johnson cowered in fear from the monster he had unleashed. He tried to reason with the crazed jungle man but the action was futile as Tarzan broke the doctor's neck without a moments hesitation. Tarzan then encountered the other guards of the facility, he killed them all mercilessly.
It took an another hour before the deranged jungle champion came back to his senses. Thoroughly depleted, Tarzan collapsed unconscious to the ground. The next day Tarzan woke up his whole body incredibly sore from the previous day's ordeal. He saw the mangled bodies of his enemies and worked on a funeral pyre for them. He never intended to kill them but he lost control and blacked out, before he knew it they were dead. This was brought about by their own chemical and in the end they had fallen victim from it. Tarzan freed the captive animals and headed his tree house in preparation for the war with the Blood Tribe.
3 comments:
Unbelievable wow - so proud of Tarzan surviving all that! Man I want Dr Johnson dead... not thinking that's true. He's around somewhere.
I like all the tortures Dr Johnson and Tarzan's enemies were doing to our heroe!!! Great story!!
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