Disclaimer: The characters and relationships between the characters from the Tarzan books and the movies are copyright of Edgar Rice Burroughs and Disney. I only own any fanfiction characters.

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Category: Disney (Tarzan)
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG
Summary: More strangers encounter the African jungle, but what do they want? One of the humans finds herself rather attracted to Tarzan, but how can she remove Jane from the picture so she can be with him?

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Part Four

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Jane bit her lip nervously, her pale hands caressing her forearms as she glanced worriedly about. Tarzan had been gone for too long, and she was getting more anxious by the minute. It was still all too quiet, and the silence scared the Englishwoman.

"It's been too long," she whispered to herself, fright entering her body at the mere thought of what could be happening. She felt herself grow cold despite the heat of what could be occurring right at this very moment. She felt panicked at the realisation that he could be in danger of some kind.

"Keep looking! She's got to be around here somewhere!"

Jane heard the sound of approaching masculine voices and turned about, confused. She had no idea that these men where here. That's when it dawned on her.

They must be the new arrivals, she thought worriedly. Perhaps they know what's become of Tarzan! But who are they looking for? She listened carefully, unsure of where the voices were coming from, but it was obvious that they were getting closer.

"She's not 'ere, sir! Maybe she didn't come in 'ere after all!"

"Oh, don't be such a coward, Cornelius! Anyone would think that you were scared of this forest!"

"Well...sort of. I mean, aren't leopards and monkeys meant to live in the jungle?"

"Afraid of monkeys, are you, old chap?"

"Not cute littl' monkeys, but...gorillas and everything! They'll kill you on contact, I hear!"

Jane felt herself burn with anger at these words. The gorilla family she lived with would never do such an unruly thing. Certainly not lovable Terk or gentle Kala. How could these men say such things?! She found herself walking out from behind the tree and standing in their path.

"I beg your pardon?" she questioned coolly, crossing her arms casually across her chest, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Good Lord!" proclaimed Lord Greenway, staggering into the others in shock.

Thomas's face fell into fear. "I bet she's one of them Amazons! Livin' in the jungle like this!"

"Nonsense!" Lord Greenway snapped. "She speaks perfect English. She mustn't be native." He immediately began to sound rather polite as he addressed their surpriser. "Can I be of assistance, madam?" he questioned curiously, eyebrows raised in a demanding way.

Jane still continued to glare at them, still kept in her defiant position. "Not at all," she began, tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder. "I would just like to know what you find so vulgar about gorillas."

Lord Greenway sighed slowly, brushing a hand through his hair. "My dear, that was my associate Thomas who suggested that remark. He always gets rather jittery when entering new areas, you see." He seemed to eye Jane mysteriously, as if wondering something. "May I ask how you came to be here, madam?"

Jane huffed a little, turning her nose up at the man. "I don't see why that should be any of your business, sir," she inclined formally, eyeing him with dislike. She moved her gaze down towards the man, who she saw had a shotgun attached to his belt. Her blue eyes widened a little in horror and realisation.

"You're...you're poachers," she gasped, her folded arms dropping to her sides.

Lord Greenway chuckled, his voice giving off quite a low, cold tone that Jane immediately hated. "My dear," he commented with a sneer. "You are quite correct, but I don't see why that should be any of your business."

Jane's voice came out in a hushed, choked whisper, that was full of fright and despair. "What have you done with him?" she demanded, feeling her sapphire eyes well with tears.

Lord Greenway frowned. "Excuse me?" he asked, a slight hint of humour in his voice. "I'm sorry, my dear. I don't know what you're talking about."

Jane stopped and thought about this. He certainly sounded sincere, she wondered. Maybe he really doesn't know where Tarzan is. I should search for him.

Without another word, she turned her back on the men and began to make her way into the jungle. It was then that she felt strong hands grab her arms and pull her back.

"What-? Let me go! Unhand me!" she protested in terror, struggling to remove their grasp. The two men brought her towards Lord Greenway, who smiled down at her with an icy grin.

"Well, well, well," he mocked, glaring down into her worried face. "You are a spirited one, aren't you?" He ran his freezing hand down Jane's warm cheek, but then brought it back before slapping her around the face with a sickening smack!

Jane's eyes welled up with fresh tears as she whimpered in agony. The man sneered horribly at the trembling girl before grasping her chin in his hand, forcing her face upwards, ignoring her cry of pain.

"Now listen here," he started in a monstrous voice. "No-one treats me in such a disrespectful manner. Especially a dignified lady such as yourself."

Tears ran down Jane's cheeks. The man's grip was indeed painful, and she hadn't taken him for granted at all. She needed help; who knew what this man was capable of doing? He had even slapped her, knowing that she was an English lady. He really didn't have any respect.

She found a choked scream escaping her throat before she could stop it. "TARZAN! HEEEELLLP! TAARZAN!"

Lord Greenway realised his hold at the sound of the wail, but his look was one of uncertainty. "What are you talking about?" he questioned harshly, staring her with menace.

Sobs now began to flow from Jane's throat, as she lowered her head and stared at the floor, tears leaking through her pained eyes. "Just...just let me go...please," she begged, her voice full of pleading. "I'm sorry."

Lord Greenway horribly answered her. "I'm afraid sorry doesn't cut it, my dear," he snapped, growls escaping in his words. "You're going to regret the words you inflicted on me. I mean it."

Jane's weeps became quieter. She knew that there was no point in crying. This man obviously meant business. She kept her head down and waited for what would come to her.

"OW!" came a cry from behind them.

Lord Greenway turned about to see Archibald Storm sprawled on the ground, someone pinning him to the floor. His brown eyes opened wide in disbelief as he gaped at Tarzan. "What on earth...?!" he spluttered, quite forgetting what was going on around him.

Tarzan's face broke into a frown, as he pulled his lips back in a ferocious snarl, growls escaping from his throat.

"It's inhuman!" Thomas gasped, his hands still clenched around Jane's arms.

It was then that Jane gazed upward, and her tear-filled eyes fell on her husband. "Tarzan!" she cried desperately, her tear-stained cheeks stinging sharply.

Tarzan's eyes broke out of their frown as he stared at Jane, trapped in the human's possession. "Jane!" he gasped, but then his glower returned as he spotted Cornelius and Thomas holding her tightly.

With an angry roar, he leapt towards them. "Get off her!" he shouted, throwing Thomas to the floor roughly.

Meanwhile, Lord Greenway was busily loading up his shotgun. Once he had it set up, he tried to aim it at Tarzan's back. "Get out of the way, Thomas-you fool!" he snapped harshly, as he tried to remain focus on the ape-man.

"NOOO!" Jane wailed, trying to remove her arms from Cornelius' grip, her wide, tear-filled eyes watching the scene. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She kicked Cornelius sharply in the shin, but she only succeeded in receiving a slap around the face, making her whimper in anguish as her eyes filled with tears.

"RRRRRRR!" Tarzan shouted, rising from Thomas and dashing over to the man on all fours, his face fixed with determination, his frown burning in rage from witnessing Jane's blow.

Thomas, who was now raising himself from the ground, waved at Lord Greenway to catch his attention. "SHOOT!" he cried out, struggling to get up. "SHOOT THE SAVAGE!"

Lord Greenway focused on the charging wild man, who now was paying no heed to his surroundings, and was paying more attention on rescuing Jane.

BANG! The gun went off with a deafening sound, missing Archibald by an inch, but managing to make a target.

"ARRGGGHHH!" Tarzan cried out in pain, clutching his shoulder with agony. Spots of blood surrounded themselves around the ape-man's fingers, a few drops trickling down his arm. He squeezed his blue eyes shut tight in agony, stopping in his tracks, collapsing to the floor.

"TARZAN!" Jane screamed, tears flowing from her eyes and rolling down her smarting cheeks. "NOOOO!" Desperately, she struggled to get free. Her depression seemed to give her strength and they released her, causing her to fall to the ground on hands and knees.

"Let's get out o' 'ere!" Archibald suggested in a panic, picking himself up from the floor and dashing through the jungle, closely followed by Thomas and Cornelius as well as Greenway. They weren't going to stick around long to find out what might happen next. What if that wild man got up and began pursuing them? They didn't want to take any chances.

Tarzan lay groaning on the ground, teeth gritted in pain, his dark brown dreadlocks dangled over his face as he kept his hand firmly gripped around his shoulder. His hand was covered with blood from the deep wound, and the fresh pain brought back so many memories.

"Tarzan!" Jane wept, scrambling over to him frantically and kneeling by his side, her eyes red and swollen from crying so much. A clear handprint was positioned on her face from where she had been slapped. Tears trickling down her cheeks, she rested her head on his arm, caressing his cheek with her shaking hand. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice sloping with sadness. "I'm so sorry."

She let her gaze fall upon his shoulder, which was bleeding at an alarming rate. His fingers were drenched in blood and it was also trickling down his arm. His hand was still clenched around the injury, eyes squeezed shut from torture.

Jane raised her voice, causing it to sound around the canopies, her echoes sounding pleading and forlorn, desperately seeking counsel. "HEEELLP!" she wailed, her voice shattering the silence with her anguished sobs.

"SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP!"