My mother used to say that not all stories have a good end to them. Some don’t have an end, other’s end in the middle of nowhere. Some take a pause but end well, and still others, are made to end without the consent of the participants.
Sometimes, I thought that my story with Jane was at a pause or that it was made to end. Although that night in the city, she made it clear that it was she who was calling the shots and that there wasn’t a story to begin with. Still, I failed to believe it, or even understand it.
For two years, I have stifled the tears of my mother’s death but it is only today, and in this moment, that I realize that I was always wrong. My judgment about these humans had always been very kind. One of Jane’s workers shot my mother in the hassle to prevent my escape. I couldn’t believe my eyes that day. Only, now I see Jane’s real face.
“Come back, Tarzan. We have still a lot to accomplish.” Her voice rings in my vision, clear as crystal. I breathe heavily, after all that running, and now hearing her voice almost makes me feel sick. Until, I hear the click of a gun from behind me, and I know that her voice is for real.
My mind runs in circles. Not because I worry about my life but because I stand in the middle of my home, where all the apes reside. From her footsteps, I know that it is only her who has walked in here after me. She repeats her words.
By now, I know that Jane means to lure me back to the city, where they kept me in a cage. And I understand that she is only back to complete her project that she began by exploring my life under the guise of love. My shoulder muscles twitch abnormally. From the corner of my eyes, I can see two apes positioned at both of my sides. And Jane is almost behind me.
It is only a matter of one sign, and the apes will bid my command. I brace myself and let my brain play my mother’s soft voice. She used to giggle when she saw me fall as I learned to walk. I always found walking difficult. Running on all my fours was so much easier. I let a whoop and duck.
Jane panics in an instant, as the apes attack her from both the sides. Within a split second, half of her scream that manages to leave her lips is cut off, like it was never there. Within these moments, the bullet also leaves the gun. But it doesn’t get its target, which is me. It all happens very fast.
She lies on the floor with a vacant look in her eyes, no breathe moving her fragile chest. She didn’t see that coming but I can’t lose more of my family members because of a liar. I gave her the time to rethink but she messed with a wild beast who although hasn’t grown among humans yet he knows about ethics, and what is right and wrong.
I signal the apes, and they head to finish the rest of the humans. If these creatures can be evil, then so can animals.
