This story will contain mature references, scenes and vulgar language throughout. Please do not read if you're not old enough to buy tickets to go to the cinema to watch MA15+ films by yourself.

Inspired by Tarzan.



The high pitched scream in the distance is what caught his attention. For 13 years, he has never heard such a desperate, soul crushing, shattering scream and instantly his once relaxed body turned rigid, the make-shift bucket of water falling from his hands. He didn't even care that the water he tried so hard to collect fell to his feet, the valuable liquid splashing on the dry dirt turning it muddy and staining his already dirty bare feet.

Flashbacks and memories clouded his mind and as though somebody had just physically abused him, his strong body stumbled backwards. The forgotten tree root behind him caused his feet to tangle, loosing balance he harshly collided with the jungle grounds. Used to the hard ground and rough terrain, the fall didn't faze him. Instead he propped himself up on his elbows and kept his ears on high alert, wondering if he truly heard the sound or if he had just imagined it.

Not even a moment later, he flinched back, pressing himself into the dirt as the scream occurred again, just as ear shattering as the first time. Instantly, the man panicked. Acting on his primal instinct, he shot up to his feet desperately wanting to see whatever was making the haunting memory burn at the front of his mind.

He knew the jungle like the back of his hand. He knew every root, every tree, every plant and every path, and he also knew exactly where this sound came from. His feet softly collided on the dirt as he ran, the intense, fast pace he is used to not phasing his athletic ability. The scream didn't sound again and he thanked the women high in the clouds.

His senses are sharp and in less than 10 minutes of furious running and climbing his paced slowed as he neared the edge of the cliff. Cautiously, he crept forwards.

This man has no fears. This jungle is his terrain, his territory and his home and he knows all threats he could possible endure. But this sound, this high pitched wail was a sound he has not heard in over 13 years belonging to something he didn't know even existed outside of himself anymore.

This cliff is all too familiar to him, in fact it's his second favorite place in his home. The tall trees stood proud and fearless on the edge of a large cliff overlooking the enormous body of water he recalls as the sea. When the hot, bright circle in the sky sunk before the tight turns dark has always a fascination to him, and this cliff has always been the best place to view it from.

Slowly, he neared the edge. The loose dirt looked more shaken than usual and instantly his senses turned on high alert, not knowing what to expect. Perhaps it is a monkey that fell, he thought but his brain didn't seem to agree with the idea.

Looking down the 15 body's high cliff, his heart started beating rapidly at the sight, his mind going into overdrive. Instantly, he dropped to his stomach, his muscled body lying flat on the ground as he tried to control his heartbeat.

It couldn't be, he thought with disbelief. It just can't be.

On his belly, he quietly inched forwards to the edge again only allowing some of his face to overlook the edge. Sitting, in a huddled ball with the bend in the knees tucked into its torso, was an animal who looked just like him, only more like his mother.

His eyes stayed trained on this thing, not daring to move as he stayed on high alert. What sounded like sniffling when he had a runny nose was heard from the figure crouched but he doubted this would scream merely from having a dripping nose. The way it huddled to itself, the way it looked as though it was shaking uncontrollably confused him.

Today is a hot day, why would this thing be cold?

Completely intrigued by this thing, he itched forwards more. It had hair like his, the a dark black and longer but this one was shiny compares to his that appeared dull and tangled from all the dirt. He wondered how someone could have shiny hair when he too like them, only used water from the sea to clean his body.

Or maybe it had used a fruit juice, he thought smartly.

His heart jumped into his throat from his careless and curious actions as loose dirt fell from his spot and plumped down, right in top of this figure.

"Who, who's there?" A soft sound called out, completely contrasting to his rough grunting voice. His reaction was a second to late as when he finally pulled back, the girl had caught sight of his long hair retreating after him.

"Hello?" It called again. "Is anyone there?" Desperation laced in her voice as her neck craned to look up. She wouldn't dare stand in fear of falling from this unstable ledge and plummeting down the face of the cliff to her death.

As he became more alert, she became more desperate.

"Please," she begged. "I-I saw you. Help me."

He lay frozen in shock as he listened to the unfamiliar sound. He felt baffled that it could say sounds and he recognized them, he knew what she was talking about.

"Help me!" She cried out and the broken and desperate sound had him crawling forwards as the words struck him in the chest.

He had to help it, he's already failed once when someone asked for help, he couldn't do it again.

He allowed himself to peer completely off the cliff, not understanding the words falling from her mouth now apart from help. They were all too long, too meaningless, to advanced for his basic knowledge.

Using his strong forearms, he pushed himself off the ground and disappeared. Immediately cries were heard as the girl watched her only hope of survival walk off without a care in the world. Now, she felt abandoned and left on a tiny cliff to die. She mentally wanted to rage at her dad for choosing unreliable, selfish crew men but she blamed herself.

She shouldn't have left the camp without informing anyone.

Her eyes clouded with tears and she didn't even bother to try and control her emotions as they overflowed and fell down her cheeks. She's never regretted something as much in life than disobeying her father's command of leaving the camp until someone had scouted the area.

She gasped, her thoughts disrupted as a thick vine fell down next to her. It was a large vine, plaited and made up of many smaller ones to create a thick, stable cord and her hopes soared as the man at the top looked down on her.

"Help," She pleaded again filling with joy. There appeared to be no end on the rope and she wondered how she would get back to the top. Her physical strength is lacking.

Unexpectedly, the man grabbed hold of the vine and quickly lowered himself down. She stared in absolute shock as he descended, the movement quick and precise and she could tell he's done this before, many times. After not only twenty seconds, he softly landed on the ledge.

This man, her savior, she did not recognize from her dads ship. His tall frame curiously peered down on hers, keeping his distance as he stood on the far end of the 2 meter long ledge. His skin is completely tanned, muscles bulging from everywhere and scars lingered on his lean torso. His upper legs are covered in raggy material, a brown poor excuse of shorts was the only thing to hide his modesty from her.

His hair is long, falling mid-way down his back, the wavy locks clearly dirty and knotted as they fell in tangled strands, his dark brown eyes observed her whole being, his eyes not staying once on her face as she just stood there.

His curiously and doubt was unreal. Never had he thought there would be another one of his kind to experience, one that looked like him but more like his mother in the sense she has long hair and two, what he remembers them being called, boobs. It was much more petite then he realized, her legs still muscled but nowhere near as toned as him as he towered over her. She stopped just under his chin, maybe at his shoulders, with broad shoulders and larger boobs.

"T-thank you," she gushed unsure how to approach this. He stayed silent but etched closer. Hesitantly, his hand reached out and he picked up a strand of her hair, the shininess from above not an illusion but hers is also softer than his, much softer. He bathed in the feeling of softness, a rare feeling he has encountered in his life.

He etched closer, almost no room separating them as he peered her all over, his finger continually holding hair or prodding at her cheeks. She shied back, not sure what this strange man was doing, feeling uncomfortable. His rough skin gently glided all over her body and a few times when his hands neared places she would rather a stranger to not touch her, then directed his hand away from her body only for him to go back to prodding her.

"Stop that," she said placing his hand in hers currently poking at her stomach. His eyes looked up down and bored into hers, his crouched knees still making him taller than her.

"Female?" He asked, his voice sounding husky and low. The thick brows above his captivating brown eyes furrowed as he looked as though he is concentrating hard.

She nodded her head very slowly. "I am, yes." She talked slow, unsure.

Could this man be living here? Away from civilization? She thought.

"Hold," he said, taking her hands and placing them on his shoulders. She hesitated but did as he said, his rough hands guiding hers to his broad shoulders. Even the skin on his shoulders felt harder than anyone's she's ever encounter before, however the muscles that rippled along his shoulders felt nice under her fingertips. Internally, the man felt shocked and bathed of the feeling of the contact from her.

His mind swirled with thoughts but the only one he could place was the sense of comfort.

He reached behind him, grabbing ahold of the rope and twisting the end around his ankle before somehow, he managed to pull not only himself but the girl up with him. She held on for dear life, to shocked and scared to voice her opinion on how unsafe this way but the man climbed with ease as though he had done this a million and one times. But the time they reached the top, she was speechless.

Reluctantly the girl let go of him as she stood there frozen, her mind not being able to process what stood in front of her.

A man, tall and muscled stood not even a meter away from her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath, hers mirroring his actions though from adrenaline. Although she is considered tall for a girl, this man still towered over her frame, his brown eyes so deep and confused pulling her in by a rope.

Slowly, he took the rope off his ankle and looked at her.

"How did you, why, what?" She questioned managing to string together some words but it only confused him, he cocked a head to the side watching her with scrunched up in confusion eyebrows.

Noticing this she asked "Do you speak English well?"

"Smol," he responded and when he say the slight confusion he held his thumb and pointer finger a small distance apart.

"You mean small?" He nodded his head as the correction was of a familiar word.

"I'm Evelyn," she said, choosing small words and speaking slowly.

"Evaline," he repeated slowly but she shook her head.

"Ev-e-Lyn," she repeated slowly. He repeated the work back in the same pace and she smiled when he got it right.

"Yes," she said and nodded. "What's your name?"

"Angus," he said after a moment's hesitation. The memory of being called that name numerous times whenever his mom or dad had been searching for him or was talking to or about him occurred and he pushed it away from his mind.

"Do you live here?" She asked again, once again choosing her words to be small and speaking slowly in fear of him not understanding and hurting her. He simply nodded his head and took a step forwards, now no distance between them.

Her heart picked up and his hands firmly grabbed hold of her shoulders, just how she had held his only moments ago and he was squeezing. Frozen in shock, Evelyn let him touch her shoulders as he looked down on them in complete awe and fascination. She couldn't help the wince and sharp inhale as an arm trailed down and squeezed her wrist.

In absolute shock he dropped her hands and retreated taking a step back. Only now, he saw the flinch was from pain and judging but the amount of scratches and bruises on her body, it must have been from how she got onto the ledge.

"How you get stick?' He asked, thinking hard on the words as he asked the question.

"Stick?" She asked out loud and he nodded his head, his face convinced that he has just grammatically spoken the sentence correctly. She didn't have the heart to correct him again so she just went with it.

"I went exploring," she informed. At the frown she decreased the size of her vocabulary. "Walking. I went walking." From the small nod of his head she kept talking. "I was looking around but an animal frightened me and I lost my footing and fell." After a moment silence and thinking of her sentence he nodded. This time he went back and picked up the sore wrist, looking at it and prodding it in places to determine the injury seeing the extremes of it and how he had suffered them many a times.

"Fell 3 bodies," he murmured and now it was her time to not understand.

"3 bodies?" He nodded his head in reply as he continued prodding.

"Yes. Big fall." Evelyn had no idea what he had meant by that statement. Judging that it was his type of measurement, she left it alone and said nothing.

Without warning, Angus placed a hand on her shoulder nudging her in the direction from where he came from. Evelyn knew for a fact that she had walked from the opposite direction before her fall and immediately her senses went on high alert.

"Thank you for helping me," she abruptly said and stopped dead in her tracks physically refusing to go any further with this unknown, wild man. "But I must be getting back to camp, dad will be wondering where I am." She gushed quickly. "I wasn't supposed to have left the camp but I did anyways and I've been gone for an awfully long time and he must be panicking by now."

The sounds went in one ear and out the other on Angus. This language that he may have grown up with was something he hasn't used in years and hearing the quick words again left him confused and lost as he only recognized a few of them.

"Help you." He spoke, cutting her off from her ramble as it frustrated him he felt so useless.

"Yes you did, and thank you for that." She spoke slower knowing he was having difficulty understanding her. "But I need to go. Back to my dad." She gently tried to pry her wrist from his grasp but it tightened slightly, her wincing still an unfamiliar to emotion to Angus as he didn't loosen her grip.

"Wrap," he lifted her hand into the air in signal.

"It's okay, really." Evelyn tried to persuade but he didn't understand her hurry to get out of here, there is no escape, it's his home and he wanted to welcome her. He wanted this Evelyn to stay with him.

"No, I must go," a nervous sweat appeared in her forehead, this strong, huge man in front of her proving to be a danger she needed to escape.

"You hurt." His husky, alluring voice spoke full of concern. 'I will, help.' He felt proud of himself for putting together a proper sentence together. It surprised him that when she spoke slowly, it wasn't all that difficult to understand her. It made him feel this warmth erupted in his chest, a feeling he already felt to be as addictive as the wild berries he would allow himself to as a treat and evoking the feeling of being by himself to dissipate.

And he liked the idea of having someone to share this lonely home with and teaching him the way to get soft hair.



New story guys, and I'm really excited about writing this one. As stated before, this sotry is inspired by my all time favourite film Tarzan.

This story is the life of Angus where you get to experiance him trying to cope with this whole other world he's never experianced or even known to exist when he travels to civilisation and with this interest with Evelyn. I honestly hope you guys love this as much as I love writing it and thinking of potential ideas for this adventure.

Keep in mind that I'm still a student and my grammer needs some work and my spelling is horrible. If anyone would be interested in editing my work before publication private message me :)

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