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The Jungle Book 3: Shere Khan Returns

Chapter 2:

"That one's a beauty!" exclaimed Albin. Albin was a white slave owner in India. Although he was a slave owner, he treated them fairly. He gave them good pay, shelter, adequate food and water, and so forth. He treated his slaves as if they were white people, too. But, because he was working day and night, he needed slaves to tend to his land. He was a zoologist, archaeologists, historian, and worked in the circus business. He was a tall, handsome man with piercing grey eyes and a deep British voice that could put any woman under a spell. His hair was chocolate brown and his face portrayed that of a king. He was twenty four years old, and often was a suitable subject of a hard working man to most people. His personality was different than most men, especially whites. He was a calm, yet adventurous man. He was mysterious; no one could figure him out. He wasn't racist; he treated all people with the utmost respect, even animals. His attitude was positive and understanding. He was peaceful and loving; something most men thought made him soft. A tranquilizer gun was draped upon his shoulder and he carried a knife in his right hand. He wore a blue Indian turban and a dhoti, which was held in place with the help of a belt covered in precious gems. His feet bore some of the finest shoes in India.

Albin was the one who shot Shere Khan with a tranquilizer gun. When Shere Khan collapsed, he slowly and cautiously crept forward to take a better look at him. "This tiger is much larger and muscular than other specimens I have studied," he thought. As he was about six meters away from the mighty king of the jungle, one of his comrades called out to him.

"Watch out Albin," Dwight exclaimed, "It could be a trick or something!" Dwight was the youngest member of the group. He was shy and cautious. Almost anything and everything scared him. He was sixteen years old, and his height was only five foot, four inches. His kindness and sincerity overpowered his fears. He had blue eyes and a deeper voice was overtaking his normal voice. Whenever he'd try to talk, his voice would go all over the place. This earned him the mocking laughs of men and sweet giggles from girls who thought his speech malfunctions were cute. His hair was blonde and his skin was paler than that of any other white person. If he got frightened, his skin would turn so pale that you'd think he was the living dead. He wore a red Indian turban and a dhoti. Unlike Albin, his dhoti was held in place by a thin rope. He wore no shoes upon his feet but carried a pair of hand crafted sandals along with him. He didn't have a job, but he volunteered at the circus Albin worked at.

"Don't worry, Dwight," Albin replied, "I'm a professional." Albin came nearer to Shere Khan with fascination. He held his knife protectively in his hand while he poked Shere Khan with the other. When he was sure Shere Khan was properly sedated, he laid his weapon on the ground and examined the tiger. "Come over here guys," he exclaimed, "The tiger's sedated, so it's safe to come closer." Dwight and a guide followed Albin's orders and came nearer, but still with caution. There guide was a middle-aged man named Buldeo. Buldeo's personality was a mystery, but most people saw him as a cruel, sinister man who had no sympathy or empathy whatsoever. His hair was a charcoal black, although you could see some white hair growing out. His eyes were deep brown and his voice emitted the sound of pure evil. He wore a white Indian turban, a red shirt that had sleeves up to the elbow, below-the knee white pants, and no shoes. He worked as a guide for tourists and a professional hunter and angler.

As the guide was able to take in Shere Khan's features he gasped in surprise.

"What is it, Buldeo," Albin questioned.

"Shere Khan," Buldeo replied, "It's Shere Khan!"

"Shere what," Dwight asked. He was extremely confused.

"Shere Khan," Buldeo repeated. "It's Shere Khan; the mighty tiger of the jungle! We must kill him immediately!" Buldeo took out his gun and aimed it at Shere Khan's head.

"No," Albin cried, "Don't kill him! If you do you'll face the consequences!"

"Fine," Buldeo stubbornly said, "I won't kill him, but it'll be you and all men here in India who'll face the consequences of me not ridding of him." Buldeo stepped away from Shere Khan and grunted in displeasure.

"What are you talking about," asked Albin.

"Shere Khan hates man," Buldeo replied, "And he hunts them because of it. He is the King of the Jungle. No one dare mess with him, Albin. No one except me. I've been after him ever since his hatred began. We know each other all too well. We hate each other deeply and wish to kill one another. I bet your wondering how we know each other."

"Indeed we are," Albin and Dwight said.

"Well, it's a long story," Buldeo said, "It's a little too long for my liking; so I'm not going to tell it at the moment."

Albin rolled his eyes while Dwight begged for Buldeo to tell the story.

"Little Dwight, the story contains too much bloodshed. Surely you wouldn't be too interested in combat and murderous affairs," Buldeo declared. Although Dwight was never a fan of violence, he really wanted to hear the story. But, before he could nag Buldeo about it, the small group heard a grunt come from Shere Khan.

"Run," Buldeo yelled, "Run for your lives!"

"Wait," Albin ordered, "Don't go anywhere." Although he was frightened himself, he gave this order in a calm fashion.

"What do you mean wait," Buldeo questioned, "Don't you see that we have a pretty good chance at being attacked or even killed?!"

Albin ignored Buldeo's outburst and continued to stay near to Shere Khan. He refused to give up on such a majestic creature. "We're not going anywhere," Albin said sternly. You could argue with him for the rest of your days but it was impossible to persuade Albin to leave.

Buldeo knew arguing would get him nowhere, so instead he decided to ready his weapons and stay close to his leader, Albin. He just about pulled the trigger on his rifle when Shere Khan started squirming.

"The sedation is starting to wear away," Albin said.

"Really," Buldeo asked sarcastically, "I thought he was just dreaming about rainbows and fairies."

"Don't start with me, Buldeo," Albin threatened. Buldeo, not wanting to get on Albin's bad side, decided to shut up.

"Dwight, go get me the cage and that shot I brought along with me," Albin ordered. Dwight obeyed and gathered the supplied Albin asked for.

"Thank you, Dwight," Albin thanked, "I'm going to give him this shot to keep him asleep for another hour or so. That'll give us enough time to get back to the circus."

"The circus," Buldeo exclaimed, "Why don't you take him some place useful?! If your plans weren't on killing him then why don't you take him to a reserve or a zoo or something?"

"I heard that the circus needed a tiger," Albin replied, "This fine specimen should do the trick."

"But the circus already has four tigers," Buldeo objected, "And besides, I could put good use to him if you hand him over to me."

"Every one of those four tigers is female, and the circus is begging for a new male edition," Albin said, "And by the way, there's no way in hell that I'm handing this tiger over to you. I already know what you'd plan to do with him, Buldeo."

"Fine then," Buldeo said, "But I still think taking him to the circus is a useless act."

Shere Khan was put into a cage. They made sure to put a towel over the cage so, just in case Shere Khan unexpectedly woke up, he wouldn't be as freaked out. They arrived at their destination about thirty minutes later. They got Shere Khan situated and let him be. They placed him near the other tigers, which were deeply fascinated and curious of him, yet still cautious.

"Should we wake him up," one of the tigresses asked.

"Perhaps," another replied, "But we have to ask Agrata first." The first two tigresses summoned Agrata of the situation. Agrata came forth and studied the circus's new edition.

"Yeh kyā hai (What's this)," Agrata asked in Hindi.

"I heard the circus owners and employees say that he's now part of our circus. Albin described him as a muscular, powerful creature of the jungle. He said he'd never seen anything like him," replied a third tigress.

"What should we do with him, Agrata," the first tigress asked. Agrata thought about it for a few moments. The three tigresses waited patiently for her decision. Agrata was their leader, and no one questioned her. She hardly threatened to attack, but the other three tigresses knew better than to get on her bad side. She was a wise creature, so her judgment received the utmost respect. When the three tigresses saw her nod her head, they knew what they had to do.

Hey guys! Hope you like the story so far. Agrata is a female Hindi name, and means "leader" in Hindi. Two of the tigers are twins, and develop a SERIOUS crush on Shere Khan once he wakes up. Please review. Ideas and suggestions are welcome. Have a nice day! :D