Chapter 2 – Jungle Memories
"Hoho! Haha!"
Deep in the jungle… that's where I grew up. Oh, the nostalgia!
I don't know my real parents. But I survived as an infant under the care of my adoptive mama gorilla—clinging to her chest and drinking her milk like any tiny, helpless baby would. Hoho! Life was… wild. Truly wild.
Years later, when I was maybe four or five, our home—our jungle—was everything to me. My swings! My best "gorilla friend"! My tiny kingdom!
And then… disaster. Hoho! Fire ripped through the trees. Flames everywhere! I clung to my mama's broad back as she ran upright on two legs, dodging the inferno. Hohoho!
We swung through the canopy—tumbling, leaping—
but then—
RRRIP.
The lianas we were holding snapped, burned through by the fire.
Below us: blazing flames, roaring like hell itself.
—
"Sob… sob…"
Who the fuck wrote this?!
He slammed the paper down.
"WHY DID YOU MAKE MY LIFE SO MISERABLE?!"
He broke down crying.
"Waaah… snort… snort… SHAME ON YOU, AUTHOR!"
A deep voice echoed.
And he begun wiping tears from his face.
He froze mid-sob,
"…What?"
"…Who said that?"
Silence...
WHO THE BEEPPPPP!
Okay okay."…You got me."
"Ahem. Sorry. You may continue."
"Y‑yeah, that's right!" he snapped.
"This is my fucking show! You can't just blend in like that!"
Please don't fire me boss.. I'm soryyyy...
"Okay—okay. Apology accepted."
Haha woo... I got this..
"Good... Continue."
"Ahem."
—
My gorilla mother saved me.
Suddenly—
Another soft, trembling voice cut in.
While He still recovering from the greif of hi-
"…Who the fuck—?! BLENDING IN AGAIN?! I'M GONNA—"
BEEEEEPPP.
Please wait a moment.
—
We spoke in our gorilla language.
Mama Gorilla: "Ho‑haha…"
Me: "Hohoho!"
Mama Gorilla: "Ho… ho…"
Her voice slowed.
Her grip weakened.
Her final words to me were—
"Hohohohohà…"
And I cried.
"Wohajahah… woahhahah…"
—
Then a voice thundered from the sky.
Neither male nor female.
Loud. Grand. Uninvited.
"DO NOT WORRY, MY DEAR MONKEYS! I HAVE ARRIVED!"
At the time, I didn't understand what he meant.
Little did I know—
Instead of saving lives…
he fed the fire.
Rain fell from the heavens.
Not water.
Oil.
An oil rain.
My family.
My heritage.
My culture.
All erased.
And in my heart, at that moment, I swore—
I will avenge them.
To be continued--