"The Greatest Discovery" Part Two A short story based on the WB Series, "Tarzan" By Felicity Disclaimer: I don't own any of this: the characters, story, series, or part of the idea. I'm not selling, or making any kind of profit off of this story I've written. No infringement is intended. This is solely for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.

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Richard of course said that Kathleen was just being silly when she arrived at his home to warn him about John. Feeling quite confident that he could 'handle anything that came at him, Richard went ahead with plans. Surely after everything that happened, John should have started to realize where he was going with their relationship. He was only attempting to 'civilize' John. Richard tied his tie and stepped toward the door. Every good sense that he had told him that Kathleen was right and she should not go out tonight. There was still a long road ahead of he and John if Richard was going to bring him into the family business. Even with the worry, Richard decided that this would have to wait, there were people expecting him tonight. Climbing into the limo, thinking carefully about the recent events, Richard tried to convince himself that he wasn't worried about John, but he really was. After all; The boy had fooled him into believing that he was almost dead, and got out of the back of the ambulance and ran away. What other tricks did John have up his sleeve? Richard had to rethink his entire strategy. Somehow, he would have to get Jane on his side. If he could convince Jane, surely John wouldn't be far behind. Up to now, Richard had underestimated the boy, but that wouldn't happen again. The tiger tracked its prey through the jungle, quietly moving between the vines and the trees, sniffing at the air, eyes searching all directions. After a moment, he was still, seemingly having lost the scent to his quarry. Tarzan stared down through the leaves and vines to the regal cat below him. He sat still, not even blinking. The cat would not desist, he was determined to find the victim, but as patient as he was to wait it out, Tarzan was as patient to wait in the treetop. After what seemed like hours, the cat finally gave up and continued on his way, looking to find a meal elsewhere. Tarzan grabbed a snake-like vine and swung himself over to another tree, then found a direct route to the ground. He would now hunt the tiger. The hunted would become the hunter. Staying downwind of the animal, Tarzan tracked him patiently through the winding paths of the jungle, quietly creeping in the wake of its footsteps. After what seemed like hours, finally the man pounced on the cat, digging a sharp knife into the heart of the animal, and then struggling momentarily with the jerking motions caused by the quick death. There was no satisfaction in the kill, other than the fact that Tarzan would be able to eat again. He dragged the dead animal to a spot below his own lair and hid it within a cave, trying to cover up the scent of the blood by wringing the rind of some melons over it, and then placing mud around entrance to the cave. John sat in wait for his uncle to leave the building. He would track him as far as he had to, and then he would make his move. Richard would no longer be safe from his nephew. This kill would have some satisfaction. There would be no meat, but there would no longer be the threat of this horrible man that seemed to have nothing but trouble in mind for John and anyone close to him. No one seemed to be safe, Jane would be a target, Kathleen as well. John was worried that Richard wouldn't stop at them and would continue on, perhaps targeting Nikki, Sam and anyone else that might be "in the way". The limousine pulled away from the building. John had noticed that Jane watched from an alley way. She would not be endangered by this problem any further. He threw a sharpened stick into her back tire, flattening it. Jane would not be following Richard's limousine. John would have that privilege. John moved as though he was being hunted. He backtracked, hid his tracks, sidestepped and kept both eyes on the car. Although there were no thick vines to carry him across the way, the roof tops in New York made it easy for him to get around quickly, still seeing his quarry clearly. Knowing that Jane would be safe now, that Kathleen wouldn't have to worry any further, John started to feel more 'in charge". He would make his move as the car turned left. Slamming down onto the front window, breaking it, he pulled the driver out of the car and sent him off into the street. The man ran faster than the car, as it hit the curb and stopped. John disappeared once more. He watched from above as Nash got out of the car and did a check of the area. He could see Nash talking to Richard and watched as Richard got back into the car. John jumped Nash and had him down and out, immediately disappearing again. Richard got back out of the car and found Nash unconscious on the ground. He reached into Nash's belt and took a gun from the unaware man. Now they were embroiled in an intricate game of cat and mouse and somehow Richard realized he might actually be playing for his life. John almost laughed, knowing that Richard might very well have been unarmed; he would never know what hit him. There was no struggle; there was no time to think before Richard was flying over the railing down to the ground below a low bridge. A flaming barrel came down, almost reaching him, John pounced on him. Tarzan sat at the entrance to the cave, ripping the meat from the bones of the dead animal, cutting it's pelt to make a warm cover for those cool nights. Some monkeys tried to take some of the meat, but Tarzan wasn't in the sharing mood, shooing them away, threatening them with loud screeches. He settled back down to chew on the meat, savoring it, blood running down his chin onto his chest. He took his hands and rubbed it into his skin in some primal rite. Today he would be the white ape, today he would be primitive and let his instincts lead him where them may. John could almost taste the blood running down his chin again. His primal instincts had taken him over. He would protect what was his, to the death if need be, either his or Richard's. Nothing would stop him now. "You're gonna die", he warned Richard, who tried to reason with John, to no avail. John would stop him once and for all. John wielded a large tire iron and loomed heavily over his uncle, a man who had seemed so large until now. As with the tiger, John was able to take down the hunter and become the hunter. He would savor this victory. "Don't do it John", he could hear his uncle say. Lost in a place, a jungle, John barely heard the voice speak. He could hear another voice telling him to stop. He was the hunter now; he wouldn't be swayed from his prize. Nothing could stop him, not even Jane...... It was Jane. John chose to ignore her words and lifted the iron high, ready to bring it down on the now folding figure of his uncle. A gunshot rang and John turned to Jane, pain in his eyes. "You're not a murderer John, that's not who you are, I know that in my heart. After everything that we've been through, what, you're just going to prove me wrong? That was for nothing?" He shot her a wounded look and his gaze wondered back to Richard, who leaned heavily against a car for support. Jane continued her tirade, "You do this, you're never going to see me again, you know that right? Never." Her words cut like a knife. Somewhere deep within his heart, he knew it. He had known since the hunt began that if he saved himself and her from Richard, he would lose her. Was he willing to risk it anyway? John turned away from her and then crashed the tire iron into the back fender of the car, missing Richard by inches. The tire iron came down heavy on the hood of the car that John had Richard pinned against. He hit it a couple of times and then he slammed against the vehicle with his own body, almost tipping the car. He dropped the tire iron and Richard slowly slid toward the ground, counting his blessings. He took his anger out on the car and turned to Jane. She pleaded with him, "John we're going to fix this, we're going to fix it the right way." He stared at her, stepping into her space and plainly said, "Your rules don't work." to which she replied, "I'm not asking you to trust my rules, I'm not asking you to trust my laws, I'm asking you to trust me!" John's expression softened somewhat, and Jane could see that the residual anger was slowly dissipating. It would be a long night. John walked away without another word. Jane followed John, leaving Richard to his own devices. She had called Sam for backup and he wouldn't be long. John was her priority right now. He walked fast; she couldn't decide whether he walked away in anger, frustration or defeat. Perhaps a combination of the three.