IT WAS CLOSE TO 3 AM, IN A FULL MOON – and a pretty odd-looking silhouette flew, in the night-skies. Paul WAS HEAVING WITH both hands, onto his one-armed twin, who wore a shoulder harness. And, in his single arm, Peter was also...

... heaving a folded wheelchair.

"Poe, you could fly – why the heck are we bringing your chair, along for?"

"Alibi."

... Paul gave him 'a' one-word answer.

"What if I drop it?"

"Then I'll drop you."

The twins were both were flying all that time, at 10 meters above the ground, at 30 km/h. Paul held in the harness, with one hand – AND LIKE SUPERMAN, he held his other hand out, and he soared higher and higher.

"No Poe... I just ate my late dinner – I might throw-up..."

But his twin Paul ignored him... and kept on soaring.

... Peter looked below – he saw the suburbs, getting teeny in his perspective. The one-armed twin got scared... and he yowled aloud.

... Paul in a deep voice, and war-faced, he growled out...

"Repeat after me – GO, GEMINI GO!"

"What...?"

"Repeat after me, or I WILL DROP YOU. Peter!"

"Why...?"

"Do it 'for' your father – REPEAT AFTER ME – Go, Gemini, Go!"

... Peter heard A MAN'S DEEP-VOICE – and assumed, it was St. Michael 'inside' Paul. Fearing of being dropped, at that height – Peter yelled out in submission...

"... GO, GEMINI, GO!"

Like an Army Sargent Major, Paul Walker drilled his arrogant and egoistic-twin, to repeat the mantra louder...

"GO, GEMINI, GO!"

In obedience, Peter repeated after him – and, realizing HIS 'OWN' ROLE had reversed – the bully was now the bullied.

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BABY SAMUEL SOBBED ALONE... in a cramped, darkened room – who was feeling scared, he was calling out names that he knew, such as...

... Lola, his parents, Jane... Piper – and even, Alicia.

... the door opened, the Black-man named Hajji, returned with a small Capuchin monkey – and instantly, the toddler boy 'bonded,' and had an instant change of mood, to be cheerful and full of laughter, as he played with the primate.

Hajji too laughed out, as he was tickled by both of them, interacting with the antics in mischievous fun. He then repletely asked...

"Boy, what is your name? Your name, boy – what is your name?"

The Black-boy Samuel thought of his blind-sister...

"... Jaheem. My name is Jaheem."

... Hajji was delighted...

"So, it's Jaheeem – Ooo, you have a good African name, despite of your imported upbringing. Ooo, Jaheem – that is a common name in Kenya. You must be from there then – a Kenyan."

... the Nigerian laughed aloud, and placed his hand, on top of the curly-haired, Black-boy's head, patting. The cherubic toddler laughed along with him.

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PETER STOOD OUTSIDE HER WINDOW, WHISPERED OUT...

"Janey... Janey..."

Paul was up-above on the roof of Wilson's residence, locking and hiding his wheelchair ... before levitating a floor below, to join his twin, Peter – outside Jane's closed window.

In her bed, was Jane heavily medicated with pain-killers, after returning from the hospital, where she also had received the x-ray scans – from the injuries she had sustained, by the surprise attack while she rushed to 'protect' her little brother earlier.

... the sleeping blind-girl was aroused by noises. She stirred semi-awake, after opening her blind-eyes. Still in pain, and with a swollen face – Jane 'saw' WITH HER 3RD-EYE, of the welcoming glows of the presence, of BOTH OF HER BEACON-guiding lights, near outside her window.

She rushed in giddy steps– she opened her window, with her one-armed boyfriend crawling in, from the window sill – who, then hugged her.

"Oh-my-God Janey, your face – who did this to you?"

"I don't know who. I rushed to the door, the next thing I know was, I got hit – and I blacked-out."

"Bloody-bastard – who-ever you are...?" Said the boyfriend.

... Paul joined in by gliding horizontally through the open window, and he floated vertically beside them. He then heard Jane with frantic, panic-breathing...

"Samuel is OUT THERE – AND I FAILED to protect him."

... Peter hugged her frail, trembling body as she sobbed... detailing the incident...

While she was out-cold – Anthony her father, had rushed outside the master-bedroom, to identify the perpetrator abducting his adopted-son – as, the dreadlock-haired Black-man with a machete, who had threatened harm to the father's life, before speeding away on a motorcycle, with his son, Samuel.

Then, the blind-girl 'pushed' Peter off, from their tight hug, and gave a revelation oration, with an eye-opener accusation...

'... now I remember – Peter, you were 'there' too – YOU WERE IN MY DREAM TOO, when Samuel was abducted! You even DISTRACTED ME, Peter – why did you do that!!?"

... flabbergasted, the one-armed boyfriend was astounded by Jane's blame-game.

"What is this, Janey – you're 'too' now FINGER POINTING me, based ON YOUR DREAM...? Jesus... what's wrong with 'you' people..."

... Paul stepped in, and 'warned' him...

"Shut up, Peter! JANE IS RIGHT – that when we sleep, we the 3 of us are 'also' interconnected, in our dreams. SIMY came into my dream last night... and 'said' that so... and 'she' said something about astral-travelling."

... Paul recalled his dream of the yellow glowing orb, where SIMY travelled – to relay the message, of ultimately finding Samuel.

The puffed-up face curved a smile... as Jane was delighted, moving closer to the blue-glow.

"Paul, did you dream of SIMY...? 'She' came to mine too – she 'connected' with me... and came to me yesterday night... and she is 'with' my dog Piper too."

"Yes Jane... 'she' wants us 3 to unite, to find Samuel."

Excited, Jane came forward, hugged Paul tight – they glowed positively bright together. Even Peter felt their high surge, IN OPTIMISM EMOTIONS. And, Paul spoke next...

"We have these super-abilities, despite WE'RE HANDICAPS – let's put it to good use... to help each other, and also to help others."

"Yes, Pauly – let's do it!" The enthusiastic, blind-girl chorused.

They both turned around, to the quiet Peter...

"Yea-okay... we should..."

The one-armed boy whispered back – despite, 'not' seeing HIMSELF DEVELOPING any such super-ability signs...

... it seems, Paul was also now – taking charge, and was calling the 'shots.'

"Come, Jane, let's go find your brother – I could use your 3rd-eye, while we are flying on air."

"Paul, you can fly...?"

"Yes, that was how, WE-BOTH GOT HERE – and I saved an Uber fare too." He laughed, looking at his twin...

... Paul 'realized' that Peter recently claimed that he saw Jane, floating to the ceiling, at the children's hospital ward. He got an inkling...

"Now, we both go outside, and scan-and-scout the area – Peter, you sit this one out, and be here."

"WHAO WHAT...? What if you don't come back in 'time'... and Janey's parents would discover ME IN HERE...? And, their daughter, out there, 'MISSING' WITH YOU."

"No worries... we will come back, in an hours' time."

"I still think, it's 'NOT' A GOOD IDEA – I'm coming too."

"No!"

... Paul was firm. "Be a team-player, and just sit this one out, and Peter – but don't go back to 'sleep.' You will get into nightmares, and that will lead, into something else!"

... Paul looked at the silent Jane, fighting hard to stay awake, despite her doses of medication.

"What do I do here, Poe...?" The reluctant Peter asked.

"Just stay awake, and think positive thoughts – that 'both' of us, would find Samuel when we are out there. Do you think you can do that, Peter...?"

... Paul asked out – as he guided the blind-girl outside the window. From inside, Peter reached out, holding the shoulder-harness.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever – but use this harness for safety, YOU MIGHT DROP HER."

"That won't be necessary – Jane is lighter in weight, and I can manage that. No worries, mate – your girlfriend will be 'fine,' trust me."

"Janey, you be safe, out there," Peter whispered out.

"Okay."

The blind-girl said and reached in... and touched Peter's stump arm... and climbed out of the window sill.

... Paul then held her by the hip... and he took off into the air, with his twin's girlfriend – who went away in the nighttime...

... without giving the boyfriend a goodbye kiss.

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THE THEME SONG OF SUPERMAN THE MOVIE, played in his mind... while he flew like how his superhero did... with Lois Lane in his clutch, at nighttime.

Paul observed the quiet Jane was thrilled, as she was giggling non-stop, into her first virgin-flight in the air – her 3 blond dreadlocks were brushing on Paul's face. Paul too smiled, as he recalled that Jane was an extreme sports junkie – and, he remembered, in an incident in school, 'not' long ago...

... where Alicia was holding Jane – like Jack and Rose of Titanic, at the bow, of the once magnificent of a liner – as the Chinese-girl was simulating to the blind girl's imagination, of the experience of jumping off a plane, and skydiving...

... Paul was behind them, on his wheelchair – and was bemused watching them prank, with SIMY in the bag-pack, who was protesting aloud...

“Alicia Wong, DON’T ENCOURAGE HER to such dangerous acts – you girls should be more focused in your studies… instead of ANY SUICIDAL-FUN!”

"Shut up SIMY! You sound like an old hag!" Both the besties laughed out.

-O-

After circling around a 5 km radius, Paul soared above in higher altitude, now holding her hand, she yelped both in fright and delight, giggling away. They both slowed down and flew in a V formation, horizontally.

... Paul analyzed his blind-friend, who was into extreme sports – but he also saw how shaken Jane was at the hallway, where the INCIDENT OF DONOVAN school bullies, who jumped at them recently last week – that had his bag-pack with books and papers thrown spewed out – that 'was' where Jane 'saw' his artwork of robotic limbs, and she 'sent' those over to her Uncle Jack, in the US.

Then also another incident at school, of her being labelled-blind, when Paul eavesdropped both the girl whispering – that her Dr Mom had LABELED HER AS HER B-GIRL – and which made her feel 'lesser' in her capability than a normal abled-girl – by imposing fear-mongering thoughts in EVERY DECISION SHE made, that would 'result' her daughter being hurt and injured...

... Paul understood Jane's difficulties of being born-blind – in comparison to his 'own' personal handicap... that was resulted from 2 years ago, by a road accident.

-O-

Before that, he was normal and able-bodied, and he could walk-and-run – and, he sure had done some dangerous-stunts himself back then, despite his parents' scare tactics...

... Paul realized it was high-time, that Jane Wilson 'should' discover her super-ability of flight – despite denying she had 'no' ability to do so, but – Peter claimed that he 'saw' her floating to ceiling in the hospital.

Still, in V-formation, Paul PUT HER TO 'TEST' – and, he let her hand go...

"... Jane... you fly..."

She was gliding a bit wobbly, but... Jane got her balance – and soon, she was laughing in delight... enjoying every second, of her solo maiden flight.

"You go, Supergirl!"

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IN JANE'S BEDROOM, THE ONE-ARMED BOYFRIEND was having difficulties, in staying positive – with both Paul and his Janey, who took off without him.

Although Peter understood that the blind-girl, had used 'both' the twins as her shared beacons, to guide her in her blind world – and, the selfish boyfriend was unwilling to share 'his Janey' with his crippled twin brother...

... with now that, Paul had super-abilities – he doesn't...

... feeling unsecured, and more negative thoughts brewed in his mind... that he would 'lose' Janey to that super-cripple.

-O-

After his late dinner of pizzas just now, and with the clock in his iPhone going 3:33, in between the witching wee hours...

... that had made his eyelids heavy, and he drifted to his 2nd-sleep...

... further fermenting with negativity 'after' negativity, brewing in mental evil emotions-pot, inside his head...

... that it grew 'into' Cyclone Lawrence...

... to loom from the Indian Ocean.

"Catholics and threesomes, are a no-no..."

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HE FELT HE WAS 'NOT' IN HIS BED. Peter half-opened his consciousness, to his half-senses – of being-aware that, he was 'not' in his bedroom... nor in Janey's either...

... it was like in, an isolated Army barrack, with rows of neat and empty double-decked beds.

He was sleeping alone at the top bunk, hugging his Babolat racquet onto his chest, with both of his whole one-arm and his stump. He was delirious and was chanting out...

... his 'new' learnt-prayers... in his half-sleep.

"This is my Babolat. There are many like it, but this Babolat-is-mine. My Babolat is my life, I must master-my-Babolat, as I must master my life. My Babolat-is-my-weapon of my choice, I must strike my enemy dead with my Babolat, before he could strike me. My Babolat-and-I, serve my dark Lord and Master, Asmodeus."

He heard a familiar voice, calling out to him.

“Greetings Son of Suleiman – wake up now.”

Peter's eyes opened. "Where am I...?"

The panther-head rider replied, with a peal of eerie laughter...

“You are in Kubrick’s Rubik’s cube reality.”

... Peter understood 'what' the panther-head meant... as he had watched FULL METAL JACKET recently, on Netflix.

"Is Janey back yet...T'Challa...?"

“Forget her, you one-armed demon – she is never coming back to you. The other half of the Gemini of you is attractive to her now – you are just a loser now, in her eyes!”

"NOOOO!!!"

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THE CATEGORY 5 TROPICAL CYCLONE was an uninvited guest to Western Australia, storming in fast into the doorway of Pilbara Coast – with devastating heavy winds, hard rain, and roaring thunderstorm.

... back in the year, 2009 was the last, Cyclone Lawrence shattered Western Australia's coasts, which terrorized the Eighty Mile Beach, with massive destruction along its path.

This time it was 'not' alone – it brought along a plus-one...

... of a red, one-armed swordsman demon...

... surf-riding above, in the winds.

And, it was only-1280 km away, from the city of Perth.

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BOTH JANE WILSON AND PAUL WALKER took a breather, from their search of the missing Samuel – in midair, they both floated – and conversed...

... Jane had thanked Paul earlier, for being supportive and teaching her latent ability of flight – just as how Peter had taught her blind-self how to skateboard.

Once mentioned of his twin brother, Paul piped in with his 'own' personal frustrations of LIVING WITH HIM, under the same roof, with their inspector-mother thrown into the mix. Jane was his 'PASSIVE' LISTENER, to his rambling monologue...

"Peter is STILL IN DENIAL and does 'not' believe that he is 'cursed,' ever since that incident, at the dairy farm last week. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HIM, 'nor' could make him understand in the thick skull of his, that the repercussions, he was causing others by his denial – LIKE THAT DESTRUCTION of The Great Barrier Reef, that Friday and all...

"He is full of his-foolish pride and seems that he doesn't care, that he IS POSSESSED BY EVIL being this 'curse' – that is 'now' controlling him.

"Now that puts us both in the spot – like we are both abetting with him if we 'keep' giving in to him. He is holding us 'both' as some emotion-hostages – if we have to agree, and to give in to everything he does or says... so to avoid every 'future' disaster consequence, resulted by his tantrums and dramas...

"... but ever since I GOT THESE SUPER-ABILITIES, I don't 'not' want to be the victim of his bullying, and Peter can't emotionally hijack me 'anymore.' I have threatened him with threats just now, to subdue him – it seems to be working well now... and Peter is 'now' afraid of me in his waking hours – but I don't have control of him when he goes to 'sleep' – when his DREAMS ARE EQUALLY negative and damaging – just as 'how' HE CAME INTO yours."

... but Paul had 'no' heart to tell her...

... that he even threatened TO-PUT-HIM-DOWN, since Peter was her boyfriend – whom she herself had to pleased Peter's every...

... whims and fancies of his demands and she kept being faithfully cooperated – and even had gone to the extent of, LYING FOR HIM – and covering-up for his 'blames.'

Paul knew that his up-to-no-good twin, HAD A LEVERAGE on Jane's 'caring' emotions, and... held Jane HOSTAGE AT HIS WILL, ever since. And, Paul felt Jane was a dependent, silent-victim in her 'own' blind world, as Peter was ALSO HER BEACON...

... in one of her very 'own' cursed super-abilities of – The 3rd-eye.

... Paul stopped speaking... to observe the quiet Jane – who was in deep thoughts of her own, floating beside him in the passing clouds. He then beheld over the blind girl's shoulder, and looking horrified, saying out...

"INCOMING."

... like he mentally did, while playing NOVA-3...

There it was, A FIERY BOLT DARTING in the night skies... arrowing fast at their direction...

... Paul gawked...

... it looked fiery human-like, like his favourite character, the Human-Torch...

... from the Fantastic 4 comics, but 'not' the movies.

The flaming horned-demon was wielding a fiery sword, that burnt, smoking black smokes as the hot blade sliced into the air, at that breath-taking speed – coming at both of them, who were caught, with their guards down...

... thinking fast, Paul dragged blind-Jane behind him, to save her from harm's way. It was at the mid-collusion point, when-Paul-had-the-jump – the archangel ST. MICHAEL, CAME OUT-OF-HIM, with all wings and all...

... and using his mighty left arm to block, and ward the wielding fiery weapon – and with the Archangel's right fist, LANDING A HARD PUNCH, onto the Red-demon's jaw.

It was a magnificent, heavenly, and devastating right-hook-punch – that catapulted the demon back, like a reversed shooting star...

... rocketing it far-flung, plummeting into the suburbs below...

-O-

... meanwhile...

... at the Wilson residence at 4:04 in the a.m. – Peter was gritting his teeth in his sleep, on Jane's Queen-sized bed...

.. and, from the ceiling morphed of an unconscious soul of the red, swordsman demon that zoom-dropped hard, inside of the sleeping one-armed boy, that jolted an implosion – to create a 3 centimetres deep-dent, into the very-hard-sprigged King's Living mattress of Jane's bed, that even left a semi-imprint – of the full-figure 'outline'...

... of the stump-armed Peter, on the mattress surface...

... even the 4 legs of the bed broke and crumbled on the rugged floor.

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"WHAT WAS THAT?" Gasped Paul, once he had close-encountered the Red-demon, that resembled Darth Maul... according to his pop-culture reference.

"I 'saw' it too – it had red glowing eyes," Blind-Jane replied.

... they were levitating...

... and looking AROUND 360, and-both SENSING OF 'ANOTHER' invisible presence, lurking around them.

The atmosphere was getting colder...

... with their vapouring breath of the tweens, still floated – both were fully alert, as they anticipated whatever, that was about to 'COME' AT THEM NEXT, in the still of the night...

... behold...

... they SPOTTED IT...

... A BLACKHOLE was forming rapidly, spreading like wildfire, horizontally...

... Jane and Paul were shivering both of cold, and of fright seeing the phenomenon, happening 'huge' before their eyes – and their ears were ringing, with sounds of an ancient African chant...

... and death drum beats...

The black hole was growing into a formidable size, and even covered the sight, of the full moon in its background – into being pitch-black darkness.

... Jane placed her yellow glowing arm forward, to 'SEE' A DISTANT-HUMAN FIGURE, draped in a rhino-cloak...

... while her crippled partner sucked-up, the last of his fear... to go an extra mile, of a positive blue glow.

They both were also 'cursed' to-sense, that they were faced with their nemesis, BlackStar, in close encounter...

... the ancient she-demon, that controlled the world's natural disasters – where the 'cursed' Peter was feeding it all along, to grow bigger and mightier, with his 'personal,' uncontrollable negative emotions, which root-based on his selfish pride.

"Submit and bend the knee – before your queen of anarchy!"

"NOooo!"

... Paul went offensive, and he struck the 'first' blow – by shooting his electrical bolt, into the swallow-up dark-void. But that was HIS GRAVE MISTAKE...

... as like a mystical force-field... it deflected his electric bolt – propelling back to hit Paul, to electro-shock him unconscious.

Jane 'saw' Paul falling from the skies below – and she screamed his name...

"Pauulll!"

... he was freefalling fast, Jane swooped down to follow, to rescue him. The blind-girl managed to grab fast, the overweight cripple's left leg, before he spat in on, some pavement below...

... they both were in 100 meters vertical, freefalling like a couple of helpless, dropped hot potatoes. Jane HELD ON TO HIS FOOT, but was she was too-pulled below... by the gravity weight of an anchor – 'boy, he was heavy...

... the blind-girl focused hard, and both of her feet seemed like it was braking through gravity – until, she got HER 'BALANCE' OF HER G-FORCE, to levitate back-again.

And... they were only 3 meters, from ground impact-point – Jane had held the unconscious Paul's leg, in both of her hand, SLOWLY HEAVED THE CRIPPLE UP, who was in an awkward, spitted-legged position, as she lowered him to the grass...

... at that same moment... her TERRIBLE MIGRAINES were back...

... as she placed him gently, on the grass below, beside the pavement. Tired, weaken and while 'still' medicated, Jane dropped on her knees... in exhaustion and with excruciating pain in the head.

Then, she HEARD A 'VOICE,' inside her head...

SIMY WAS BACK...

"Jane, LISTEN CAREFULLY – you need Peter... if you want to DEFEAT BLACKSTAR..."

... dazed by SIMY's voice, Jane looked at both of her hand that glowed yellow, but – it was intensifying more... from orange to brilliant golden.

... Jane was energizing – LIKE A STAR...

... even to look at her hands, was too bright for the 3rd-eye, as-the blind-girl squinted.

... Paul regained to his semi-consciousness... to feast his eyes on the different persona and avatar of Jane Wilson – TRANSFORMING INTO HER CELESTIAL FORM.

She totally glowed in blinding gold, her even facial features were gone in the background, of the intense glow, except for the shades of platinum sparkling, in her 3 dreadlocked hair-do. And, she now, stood up on her feet as...

'... StarGirl.'

The bright, otherworldly, celestial entity looked at Paul... with her silvered eyes – and StarGirl communicated with Paul, TELEPATHICALLY INSIDE HIS HEAD...

"Paul, go fetch us Peter right now – THAT IS THE ONLY WAY, we can defeat BlackStar, in unisons of The Cursed Trio."

"... Jane, what about you?"

Spoke the cripple, sitting on the grass...

... but he got 'no' reply. Paul saw her darting skyrocket vertically, into the night skies above. Like a team-player, Paul managed to also get up on his feet, to levitate. He too soared up, fast above...

In midair, he beheld by a phenomenon spectacle in the night skies – THE NORTHERN LIGHTS...

... that was lighting up the firmament, from black to yellow blinks...

... like it was Mother Nature's X' mas tree...

... lit by the blind Jane Wilson...

Paul looked below for a visible landmark, to return back to later after he had fetched Peter – 'there' IT WAS –FURTHER DOWN...

... The South Perth's Zoo.

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THE CLOCK AT DASHBOARD OF THE OLD VOLVO CLICKED – 4:44 in the a.m., as the car driven by Ms Diane King with Alicia Wong in the passenger's seat – both on their journey from the Wilsons, heading TO THE SOUTH PERTH'S ZOO...

... based on a hunch that the dog-Piper, was bitten by the recaptured black panther.

While earlier...

... Ms King GOT A PHONE CALL around midnight... from Shelley Wilson in tears, informing that her adopted son, Samuel was abducted...

... in return, Ms King contacted Inspector Walker – and later... Ms King, was also there WITH THE 2-MOTHERS, at the Wilson residence, with Principle Tom Harris there too...

... Alicia Wong too got a distress phone call from her BFF Janey, in tears... informing that her adopted brother, Samuel was abducted earlier – and she-herself was injured, by a punch from the abductor...

... losing her mind in the late, middle of the t, as Alicia had a dear attachment to the baby-boy – the Chinese girl 'sneaked-out' and...

... got onto the next Uber ride, and rushed over...

... but she was a bit late, when Jane had already 'gone' to the hospital, with her father, Anthony. Over at the Wilson residence... Alicia met the 2 mothers, her principle and Ms. King – and some detectives and uniformed police...

... they were questioning, the distressed doctor-mother who was in tears...

... saying that-her regrets of 'not' having a personal-firearm to protect her-children.

-O-

The Volvo travelled in an isolated, lonely road at the early hours. Alicia noticed some abnormalities in the night skies, from the moving car's window...

"Look over there... it's the Aurora Australis!"

The excited Chinese girl exclaimed, to point out at the Northern Lights...

... she had studied in Geography, of the earth's polaric-magnetic effects that resulted in inch a singularity. Her teacher too showed a YouTube video of the recent occurrence in Tasmania, in 2017.

But Ms King differed.

The Volvo halted... and the indigenous Australian woman got off her driver's seat, she walked to open her car's booth, to RETRIEVE A CIRCULAR ANAMORPHIC MIRROR. She held the mirror up to the spectacle... and said to Alicia, beside her...

"Look closely Alicia – 'what' do you see...?"

... Alicia from the side...

... viewed on the curved mirror, a tiny yellow spark hitting volatilely around, LIKE VIGOROUS MOLECULES – and that created the vertical twinkling lights displays. And, Ms King elaborated...

"The yellow LIGHT IS 'YOUR' FRIEND... Jane Wilson."

"What, Janey...way-no-way...?"

They got into the Volvo and drove to the zoo.

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IN THE SMOKEY, CRAMPED ROOM, THE BLACK MAN was meditating on the floor... in front of his dark-lilted shrine...

... with the ivory carved Asmodeus idol, in the middle...

Still amused... the small Black boy was laughing aloud and playing with the little monkey.

A rumble of distant thunder was heard, rumbling afar – THE CYCLONE WAS APPROACHING. The zoo-keeper opened his eyes...

"... Mother is hungry – ITS HER FEEDING time."

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IT DRANK MURKY WATER from a ditch... and the hound then continued to run, towards higher ground. On the hillock, Piper saw at the lighted firmament above, in the dark skies. It knew it was, ITS MASTER JANE – who was up there, battling evil. Piper with his furry neck-up – he howled at the moon...

Then, the ANNOYING AND PAINFUL, whistling buzzed in its acute-ears, returning to discomfort its existence – Piper barked angrily and shook its head mad, disapproving of the irritating treatment.

"Stop idling around, RUN-RUN-RUN, you animal – time is in the essence here!"

Both the antagonistic beast and the AI – had to come mutually, and band AS 'ONE' – TO WORK together for the greater good.

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"PETER! WAKE UP, PETER!"

... Paul was desperately tried to rouse his one-armed twin – but his brother was stone cold out, UNCONSCIOUS ON JANE'S BROKEN BED, in Wilson's residence...

... that puzzled Paul, who was levitating and calling out his name – on WHY WAS PETER being in 'this' out cold state, when Jane NEEDED HIM THE MOST, for the Cursed Trio – to defeat BlackStar.

Little did Paul knew, that St. Michael the Archangel was INHABITING IN-HIM had 'made' his-twin this way.

... after the 3 were 'cursed' in the Treeton dairy farm and since then...

... in his sleep time – PAUL HAD UNCONSCIOUSLY 'WANDERED,' into other ungodly realms... with his astral travelling, in his dream world.

... even Peter too astral travelled in his sleep – but in return, were his nightmares, as he too was possessed by the zodiac Gemini ruling sign's 'keeper'...

... a Red-demon, CALLED MERCURY.

... minutes ago, ...

... in the aerial battle above the South Perth Zoo – the demon Mercury was punched out-cold, by the winged St. Michael – and the Archangel had remained in-Paul too, ever-since...

... as-Paul said his prayers before sleeping, and ask for His protection...

... against his bullying, the evil-side of his twin.

Now, Paul had to think fast – JANE WAS OUT 'ALONE,' facing the evil BlackStar...

... he saw the chained-shoulder harness – so now...

... he had TO HAUL THE KAYOED PETER over there, to the battlefield. And, also, 'NOT' FORGETTING his wheelchair on the roof – HIS ALIBI...

As Paul got the black-out, Peter, to sit upright – and, the cripple-twin was speechless... as Paul saw the imprint of the one-armed stump and all, that was hollowed into the surface of his girlfriend, Jane's Queen-sized, King Living's mattress.

"Okay, he is a hard sleeper."

Now, that was ANOTHER BEHIND-THE-MYSTERY STORY, which was to be figured, on another day...

... by the Wilson-parents.

<>

STARGIRL CAN GO ALL NIGHT, WARDING OFF BlackStar's deflective forcefield, as Jane Wilson had practised trampoline's somersaulting, all of last summer term's holidays then, at the dojo – that had-helped her TREMENDOUSLY FOR HER 3RD-EYE, to coordinate her 'next' move...

... each time the flying celestial, StarGirl shot a golden fiery bolt into the enormous black hole – the cursed FORCEFIELD SWALLOWED IT – and spat out a raging volley of red-tennis ball-like, of a bolt back at her – which she flew-zapped around away – and SOMERSAULTED...

... to avoid being hit like Paul, just now.

The blind Jane was depended on her 3rd-eye, just like she once did, at the tennis court – and that MADE-UP TO BE HER INNATE, cursed super-ability.

StarGirl sensed the 'hungry' BlackStar was weakening, as the previous hits were near-misses – but noticed, the red-bolts were now were 'straying' off-target...

... but she had to keep maintaining the same win situation, until the twins of the Cursed Trio, return AS PROMISED FOR REINFORCEMENT – to defeat BlackStar, in their-total unison.

<>

"JAHEEM, IT'S TIME TO FULFILL YOUR HOLY DESTINY!" Hajji exclaimed to the Black-boy...

... who beamed-back with a cherubic smile. The INNOCENT SAMUEL HELD the Blackman's hand as he was led outside, into the quiet zoo grounds... with the Capuchin monkey ran ahead, on the grass.

"Mother is starving, but soon she will be nourished – and your passing will 'not' be in vain, for its GREATER-EVIL, THAT WAS DESTINED to come – and, dear Mother-too... will appreciate your NOBLE SACRIFICE IMMENSELY, from a local Kenyan."

Strong winds were coming from the east when Hajji led Samuel...

... into the path of the Safari Walk – where THE BIG, WILDCATS were.

<>

PAUL'S FLIGHT OVER WAS BUMPY, as he was going-against, strong resistance from the eastern strong winds. And, his hands were tiring, to make the right balance of his load...

... with the hauling of his unconscious twin in a harness IN ONE HAND – AND AT THE SAME TIME, lugging along his folded wheelchair in the other.

At a distant, he saw the brightened firmament at dawn...

.. Paul was amazed that Jane as StarGirl – had been firmly held the Alamo-like situation, FOR OVER HALF-HOUR, since she had instructed him to fetch Peter.

The weight was tiring him, and he fell to a lower altitude, towards the zoo, to void going against the strong cyclone-winds from above. Paul GLIDED ALONG, and it began to rain...

The temperature then dropped, with the rain's chilling licks were over in his face, And, his breath was fogging in cold again, while he panted hard for breath.

He knew THE AIR WAS EVIL...

... all of a sudden, the chain of the SHOULDER-HARNESS BROKE...

... and Peter now hung rocking vertically, by his stump...

... the panicking Paul was in a 'spot' – of whether he should ditch and lose his folded wheelchair BY DROPPING IT and to grab the chain with both hands. He further lowered his G-force, to manage his loads, and navigating the height of the flight, of the twins were in...

Gritting his teeth to bear the pain, of the sharp cutting harness-chain in his palm, while he hauled Peter's side of the load.

It was still too high down, and to-let-go – that drop, would be fatal for his twin brother.

In-flight, HE SPOTTED WATER surface ahead... and he flew fast towards the lake, while towing-Peter by his stump.

While nearing the water, the now SENTIENT PETER THEN SURPRISED Paul – by swinging up... and choking his throat with his one arm...

... Paul was terrified, as he saw Peter's face up-close, in the rain – it WAS 'NOT' PETER he was gazing at...

... but it was that red-faced 'Darth Maul' being – where he had encountered earlier with Jane.

In a flash, he remembered the same face before – at the Treeton dairy farm in the thunderstorm, where this red-glowing-eyed Darth-Maul... 'first' choked him then, with his single, strong hold-hand – but, JANE RESCUING HIM back then, by pushing Peter off-him – before all 3 of them, were struck by the cursed-lightning.

The twins were in midair, above the manmade lake when they were in the scuffle, Paul let go of the harness-chain – but Peter hung on to the death-choke, with his strong, single hand.

The out-of-air Paul, remembered his FOLDED WHEELCHAIR, in his other hand. He swung the metal frame to hit Peter in his head...

... and the one-armed BOY, FELL BELOW in a splash.

<>

THEY REACHED THE SAFARI WALK, under a red brolly in the rain. The dreadlocked Black-man led the Black-boy, who was walking along, hugging to the tiny monkey in his arms.

In the rain, zookeeper Hajji was in a hallucinating zone, and he was uttering prayers of Blackmagic chants... of the success in the rewards, he would gain...

... up in the dark, rainy skies – was the LIT 'AURORA AUSTRALIS' of the other kind – where Mother BlackStar – to-whom her servant would soon serve... human sacrifice to...

... his focused zone was disrupted when HE HEARD AHEAD...

... an indistinct lone human's short cry and a water splash, so distinct – DURING THE ZOO'S-CLOSED-HOUR – in the isolated, vast areas of umwett caged-habitat of the animal world.

<>

PETER'S HEAD BOBBED IN THE DARK WATER – it was cold and it was raining. Luckily, he landed at the edge of the water surface, with only 5 meters-ahead to the shallow pond's bank, with a lighted pathway beyond.

While keeping afloat, with his one arm – he SAW AFAR of 2 DARK figures walking away...

... he wanted to cry for help but coughed hard instead... after swallowing the water, during the fall just now. Peter looked around at the dark manmade pond, and then he heard several loud splashes, that followed...

-O-

... Peter had visited the zoo before, a couple of years ago as a family outing – it was an unpleasant outing, because HIS MOTHER AND FATHER were constantly arguing, and were at each other's throat since their arrival...

... he decided to leave the feuding grownups and also, left his twin behind with them – and he decided to 'explore' the zoo grounds alone.

He discovered it had 2 ponds...

... the first one was the many exotic birds, that watered in the water and nesting grounds. The 2nd was...

... the crocodile pool...

-O-

... an instant terror, struck Peter in the water, realizing, he was cursed to fall into the wrong pool – and also, he heard loud splashes seconds ago. Soon he saw 2 roaring alpha-male crocodiles...

... FIGHTING WITH EACH OTHER, for their midnight snack...

The one-armed boy turned to swim fast before the victor pursued him. While paddling, Peter soon turned his head again to see, 3 other female crocodiles dogged him from behind. Fortunately, he was only a meter, towards the dark, pool bank but...

... ONLY TO HIT A GLASS WALL...

... unfortunate for Peter too, they had built the pool's edge as a glassed-aquarium, for the zoo's attraction.

In the water...

... now he had TO SCALE-UP HALF A METER, to get out the glassed enclosure. It was slippery, but the one-armed boy hung on, on top – and trying to pull himself out.

Crocodiles may have short arms like their once distant grand-cousin, the T-rex – but they sure have strong tails to swim. He then saw the crocs have frantically approached meters close to making their kill, to his... now hanging feet, top over the glass wall...

... Peter fell 2 meters outside, on the HARD CONCRETE BELOW...

... all wet, sitting on the ground seeing the crocodiles snapping their jaws, through the aquarium glass. He grinned back and lifted his single arm... with fingers flipping a birdie...

'House policy, bitches – NO-FREE MEALS, on a Sunday.'

The drenched Peter got up on his feet and looked back at the walk-path. The one-armed boy was so-sure that, he saw Jane's black-brother a moment-ago...

... so... he went on searching...

<>

PANTING AND SALIVATING WITH A DRY THROAT, the big hound raced, towards the closed-for-the-day zoo – under the full moon...

... brightening in the background, of the Northern Lights.

"Go faster – FASTER, you animal...!"

<>

SAMUEL LOOKED LOST WHEN HE SAW himself locked, behind the barred enclosure gate... HE STOOD AND LOOKING UP – while observing Hajji's face outside... pulling the key from the gate's lock.

With the Capuchin primate, cradling in his tiny hands – he saw the dreadlocked Black-man, looking up at the lit firmament above, and then, looking down at him and saying...

"The hour is right, FOR MOTHER TO FEED – I must join her, to be rewarded. Farewell Jaheem, FULFILL YOUR DESTINY, Ooo, you little one..."

The Black-man clicked his tongue twice – and instantly the monkey, in its 'trained' obedience, leapt off Samuel's little hands – and escaped through the gate bars.

"MONKEE! MONKEE!" cried the alarmed Black-boy, inside the gate.

The Capuchin leapt onto Hajji, and climbed up and sat on his shoulders, holding onto the dreadlocks – and the disloyal monkey stuck ITS TONGUE OUT, at the desperate-looking tot...

... Samuel felt betrayed and he cried aloud with rejection tears, when the umbrellaed Hajji, walked away with the tiny monkey. He wailed in the back, all alone, locked-in the pitch-dark enclosure.

Little Samuel then HEARD A DISTANT-GROWL behind him...

... he turned his head slowly. It was all blackness and long-shadows. It terrified him more, and the Black-boy's eyes bulged – when he heard the now snarls...

... coming from even closer.

<>

PETER WALKED IN THE RAIN ON THE PATH WALK, feeling discomfit walking in a sloshing, wet pair of Nikes – while brewing-ill in resentment of knowing that his twin was wearing a dry pair of Nikes, which he 'stole' from his bedroom.

The one-armed boy saw in the murk ahead, a lone figure approaching. He recognized him, from 2 years ago...

The Black-man was the one, who gave him THE CURSED TALISMAN OF ASMODEUS, at the clay courtyard. It became an obsession recently, like the One-Ring-to-the-Golem – but then...

... it finally cursed Peter at the end...

'What bloody betrayal...'

Hajji was focused in his Blackmagic chanting, while in the rain under an umbrella when he was SURPRISED BY PETER –and even the monkey too screeched...

"I know you! You are the one who tricked me, by giving an amulet saying it was good jujus, for me to succeed in my game – but IT TURNED OUT IT WAS 'CURSED,' all along!" Peter shouted.

The Black-man then replied, coming to his full-senses.

"Mercury, what are you doing here?"

... Peter was surprised and was taken aback when HE WAS CALLED MERCURY. He then recalled ST. MICHAEL 'TOO' calling him by that moniker...

"Why did you bloody-do it!!? Giving me something, which is cursed!"

The angry one-armed boy said, waving his Babolat in rage. Hajji chuckled – and the monkey-saw-and-did the same.

"It was destined to be 'you,' Mercury – you were a RISING STAR... arrogantly oozing and gloating with pure-assed pride back then – and-he, His Lord-Master Asmodeus HAD CHOSEN 'YOU,' for His greater plans. So, accept the gift, it is 'now' your destiny, Mercury – don't fight it!"

That was 'NOT' THE ANSWER, the one-armed Peter had expected – he chested out, and engaged his standoff.

"No! You undo this curse now – or I will smash this, into your skull!" Peter threatened the adult, with his racquet.

"It's too late, O Mercury, one can't undo a 'perfect' masterplan, that rewards in the multiples, to those who serve the Lord. Even I too will gain, great invincible powers, thanks to you – when once Mother devours, the HUMAN SACRIFICE, I had offered Her."

... Peter knew what the Black-man 'meant.'

"The boy!!! WHERE IS HE...? Samuel? Jaheem, or whatever he calls himself these days – 'where' is he?"

"If I told you, 'what,' are you going to rescue him...? No, Mercury – you're NOW WITH 'US,' on our dark-side – just go home-Mercury – and don't be a foolish-hero, with a guilty conscience."

The Black-man laughed, and that triggered Peter...

"I'm 'not' a criminal!"

... Peter swung the Babolat, and caught him, with a hit in the arm...

Piper was nearby lurking in the dark, seeing the 2 evils in altercation ahead – recognizing the SMALLER 'POSSESSED' HUMAN... who had let him out of his cage, to escape.

The frightened monkey, leapt out from Hajji's shoulders – when Peter attacked its master. It ran to escape, in the gloom.

... Hajji punched Peter in the FACE, THAT FLOORED the one-armed boy. The Black-man laughed, as he too ran away.

Unaware...

... the panic-driven Capuchin ran in the shadows, towards the path... of the still-Piper, lurking stealth in the dark. The big, grey-dog pounced in, and BIT THE MONKEY'S tiny neck...

"Come on... stop eating the monkey – FOCUS YOU ANIMAL, our mission is to rescue Samuel – chop-chop, GO, RUN NOW...!"

<>

HE HID THE WHEELCHAIR AT THE 'PRIMATE WORLD.' Paul could 'not' stop thinking about the red-demon that he encountered 'twice,' in the same evening...

... it had 'possessed' his twin Peter – and even choked-him a moment ago above the pond.

Realizing with his good-faith of his super-abilities, that he 'now' had gained – he was self-determined that PETER OR HIS RED-DEMON-SELF – cannot bully nor harm him anymore – but, Paul doubted himself of what powers Peter may 'have' in his dreamworld – letting alone, his twin could command any form of natural disasters, by his intense negative thoughts.

... Paul saw up the ignited firmament above – and, a SENSE OF URGENCY came, that he should rush to aid Jane, who was alone up there, battling evil. He took-off and flew above. Paul reached the water spot surface area once again, and looked below at the park across, and SPOTTED PETER WALKING – like a fire ant, glowing red, in the rain.

... Paul dove-down... landed some meters in front of Peter. That angered his one-armed twin, WHO CAME CHARGING at him, glowing furiously.

Paul noticed his twin was 'intimidating' him... armed with his waving Babolat...

"What's the whole bloody-idea just now, Poe!!? You THREW ME INTO the damn crocodile pool!"

"It was SELF-DEFENSE – YOU 'ATTACKED' me first, you moron!"

"Oh yeah, I could have been damn-bloody eaten just now, you idiot!" Peter sighed long, swinging his around his racquet arm.

"By the way, no bloody-sane crocodile on earth would eat you... as you are 'purely' cursed, and evil as the hell-on-earth – and the damn thing is that – the bloody-foolish pride in you, is telling you to 'NOT' ADMIT to all crimes and atrocity, that you have committed till now...

... and even the next wrongdoings you would be bloody-committing soon!" Said Paul with a long sigh.

He was done arguing – that did 'not' go anywhere.

Before Peter could respond, Paul blasted warning shots of electric bolts – one in the air and the other shot was centimetres close to the ground – and, that halted Peter.

"ENOUGH!" Paul cried out.

Peter stood scared, retrograded a meter, from the smoking singe mark on the wet pavement, but still staring at him with dissatisfaction. Paul gazed above at the dimming firmament, clouding with black storm clouds – HE POINTED UP at the rainy dark skies, and Paul spoke...

"You SEE THOSE LIGHTS above – that is your-Janey up there, ALL 'ALONE' FIGHTING, with BlackStar. And, Peter... she told me earlier – that 'you' are needed, to fight that evil too...

"So, are you bloody-coming or 'not?' Because I'm going to her – WITH OR WITHOUT YOU...!"

The one-armed Peter calmed down and was coming to his crossroad-senses. And, he spoke out, dazed...

"What about Jaheem...? Or whatever name he changed to when he is 'not' even famous yet – I SAW HIM A moment ago?"

"You SAW SAMUEL...?"

"Yeah, him!"

"Where!!?" Paul demanded to know.

"Somewhere around here, the Black-man didn't say."

... Paul was stunned, when he heard his twin saying 'that' – and, to realize that Jane's brother was 'HERE' ALL ALONG... and the fact that BlackStar had nested, right above the zoo.

"So, Peter – YOU DID SPEAK, with this Black-man...?"

Instantly...

... Paul was suspicious of his twin – because JANE REVEALED just now, that both Peter and the Black-man were in her dream.

"Yeah, I did so – and he punched me in the face, and he took off."

... Paul was sensing that Peter/Red-demon were 'HIDING' SOMETHING – so, he threatened 'them'.

"You better tell me the BLOODY-TRUTH, PETER, where is Samuel – you tell me or else, I will GIVE YOU LOTS OF PAIN!!?"

... his fist was bright, sparking electricity as he pointed at Peter's face... with a warning ...

"No Poe, I'M TELLING THE TRUTH – I swear, I don't know where he's at!" Shielding his face, with his one arm.

At that precise moment, A PITCHED CHILD'S SCREAM was heard...

... followed by angry dog's bark, in the darkness ahead. Peter pointed over...

"It came from OVER THERE!"

... Peter exclaimed, and he was the first, as took-off running. Paul too flew over to the same direction – towards the Safari Walk.

<>

JANE WAS WEAKENING IN HER-STAMINA, after almost an hour being offensive and defensive – delivering and avoiding the returning hits, which was like an aerial tennis match – with the evil and diabolic BlackStar.

“Just surrender, Blind-one – And cross over… and embrace the darkness!”

The evil one's accuracy had also ‘improved’ … and it was accurately delivering near-hits, of red fiery fireballs at the celestial StarGirl.

…Jane noticed something ODD-AND-STRANGE, was coming from the bowel of the blackhole – some sort of a winged beast flying over, heading towards her in full flight. The blind-girl used her 3rd-eye to single out, THE BIRTH OF A NEW TERROR – that was to come, spawn-out from the black hole…

The bull-dragon with its barebacked panther-head rider…

… emerged menacing from the dark void, straight as her – StarGirl avoided crashing into it, by somersaulting away at flight. The gallant Black rider was armed with a LIGHTNING-LIKE BULLWHIP…

… and fully swung it to snap a direct hit...

“Then Die! Die…! Die…!”

<>

PAUL FLEW IN… AND WAS FIRST TO ARRIVE, outside the black panther’s barred enclosure. He sensed Peter in-the rear, arriving on foot moments later, panting…

… both the twins were speechless, witnessing from the exterior of the cage – at Piper’s fierce barks, a crying frightened Samuel – and a snarling big, 300 kilos, black feral beast.

…Paul assessed the dire-situation, for A FAVORABLE OUTCOME. He saw a one-way metal-door flap for-feeding opening, below the gate. Then, he heard Peter, urging him from beside.

“Poe, what are YOU WAITING for – SHOOT IT… damnit…!”

“No! I don’t want to HARM OR KILL this God’s creation, that was turned-evil resulted from your wrongdoings, Peter – you SHOULD TAKE THE BLAME, and be accountable for it!”

“What is this – GROWING A CATHOLIC CONSCIOUS, only on a Sunday? You can shoot, shock and hurt me, your brother and all, BUT ‘NOT’ this black panther… is-that-it, short-legs…!!?” Peter questioned his twin’s fairness.

“You have a moral bloody-choice – Peter…but YOU CHOSE TO BE EVIL! You are one of ‘them’ now, but yet you seem ‘not’ wanting to ANYTHING TO UNDO IT – now why is that? And, day by day… I don’t know you who you are… and I don’t even trust you anymore, as my twin brother!”

The rivalling twins heard the wild cat’s big loud and long roar, when it approached gradually to the barking dog – that had the crying boy, behind its tail for protection.

… Paul pointed at the flap door at the gate, and instructed…

“Crawl in here – and YOU GO RESCUE Samuel now!”

“What…? Are you bloody-crazy, THAT’S SUICIDE? I just barely escaped from those crocs just now, AND NOW THIS…!!?”

… Peter who was taken aback, and he responded in protest.

“It won’t kill you, you moron – YOU ARE ONE OF ‘THEM’ – hurry up, and get going… before IT’S TOO LATE!” Paul urged.

The one-armed twin was shaking in fear, he too was crying and sobbing, with a fear for his life.

“Poe, you CAN’T DO THIS to me…”

“Yes, I can – when I SAY YOU GO – YOU GO!” The Paul levitating, as he flicked a spark, from his snapped fingers.

“Please, Poe – I truly DON’T WANT TO…” He begged…

“If you really have ‘ANY’ FEELINGS FOR YOUR JANE – then you would DO IT FOR HER!!!”

Peter was taken aback again – when he was smacked hard, wedged in-between his emotional hot-seat, that he ‘unwillingly’ shared with twin, as his blind girlfriend's beacon-of-light.

… still shaking, Peter took a deep breath as he then crouched and crawled into the flapping trap-door, with real-caution.

His eyes ahead on the wild beast’s black-tail – twirling about…

… like the wand of an orchestra’s conductor.

And as, the one-armed boy who was halfway snaking into the narrow gap, he heard his twin saying…

“No worries, I GOT YOUR BACK, mate… only-if it attacks you – I will ZAP IT, okay... now… Go! Gemini Go!”

It gave Peter some courage, from his twin’s assurance.

… the one-armed boy stood up ‘fast’ on his feet, in the interior of the enclosure and – he became the tallest of the 4 in it. The PANTHER LOOKED OVER its shoulder and snarled-out at Peter. Panicky, he stooped to a bow-low… and backed-off terrified, with his eyes shut, and then…

… plastered his back on the barred gate, trembling.

“Come on, Pete – GO GET SAMUEL!”

“You… you crazy?” Peter’s whispering voice shook.

… Piper the grey Alsatian, saw ANOTHER ‘EVIL’ HAD JOINED FORCES – and it barked even ferociously loud at Peter. The black panther did ‘NOT’ ATTACK PETER, who was the closest to it…

…but instead it closed in, towards the dog and boy…

… especially the boy…

Its human sacrifice.

“Peter, NOW!”

Peter managed his queasy guts, and he took a few minor steps, calling in a low, shaky voice…

“Ssamuel, ccome…”

It was a 3-WAY STANDOFF, with Blackboy – as a helpless pawn.

Peter backed off, to make way…

… for the ‘main event’ which was the rematch-feud of the – cat v dog.

-O-

… Paul evaluated the situation, from behind the caged bars – but had estimated ‘wrong’…

… that the black panther was about to maul Jane’s dog first, and then-Samuel, and probably next to his own-brother.

The big cat pounced out – and PAUL SHOT HIS ELECTRICAL BOLT, through the parallel bars…

It was a direct hit onto the cat’s tail. It jumped up in pain, with a pitched yowl when it was shocked.

“NOW, Peter!”

… Peter came forward towards the terrified, and crying boy – but, Piper was over-protective, and made a wild-like threat to the one-armed boy, by GRIT BARING ALL OF ITS 42 TEETH – and, snapping its jaws to bite, at the single-armed Peter’s reach.

Peter retreated back – sensing he had a slim chance of the next opportunity because the panther was also recovering fast from its pain.

Both the twins saw the big dog stooping low, at Samuel’s feet – the Black-BOY MOUNTED ON THE BACK, and held onto Piper’s leather collar in its neck. Piper then sprinted, horse-backing the boy, to the rear end of the enclosure…

… the slick-oily black panther pursued it…

The twins were then shocked to witness an-amazing feat…

…when Piper in a single leapt, high bound, defying gravity – and it bumped as it HUNG ON, AND SCALED OVER the 4-metered wall, to the top – to escape the strong jaws of the predator below.

… Piper had managed to PULL ITSELF OVER the wall… and escaped to safety, with its Master Samuel, on its back.

“…RUN! RUN… you animal!”

-O-

While the black wild cat roared in frustration at the base of the wall… Peter too hurried, to crawl out, from the trapdoor at the gate.

… Paul-then said...

“Samuel must be safe now, with Jane’s DOG PROTECTING HIM – you-come, Peter… Now WE MUST HELP JANE!”

The levitating crippled-twin told in urgency, pointed at the lighted dark skies. With, the one-armed Peter, ‘not’ enthusiastic, as he was looking up.

“I’m AFRAID OF HEIGHT – Poe, can I sit this one out? Furthermore, what BLOODY-USE can I do good up there, BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE ANY superpowers like you-both – I can’t jack fly, nor can I bloody-zap either …” Peter gave his excuses...

“… I don’t know… but Jane SPECIFICALLY ASKED ME TO FETCH YOU – maybe she has a plan.” Paul extended his hand to him…

“Hey, she REALLY BELIEVES IN YOU, Peter – just don’t BE A DISAPPOINTMENT AGAIN!”

“That is beside the bloody-point, Poe – but ‘what’ can I do over there…?”

“Just BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, Peter. Remember Dad ‘used’ to say to us – ‘Go, Gemini Go’ – just BELIEVE IN THAT! Come on mate, let’s go…!”

… once the still-hesitant Peter took his twin’s hand… he was rocketed vertically, dragged by Paul – he screamed out in fear, seeing one of his Nike shoes falling off…

“Go, Gemini Go!” Paul chanted.

Paul then morphed into a BLUE FLAMED BODY, holding on to the shrieking one-armed twin – soon Peter too felt changes happening ‘inside’ him when he too chanted…

“Go, Gemini Go!”

… Paul called out, in his FIERY-CELESTIAL FORM…

“Go, Gemini-Blue!”

… Peter too transformed INTO A RED FLAMING human-torch, when he-too called out…

“Go, Gemini-Red!”

<>

THE TV MEDIA WENT CRAZY FRENZY, IN SOUTH PERTH…

In the drizzling streets, where TV crews and journalists were covering the spectacular wonders of the Aurora Australis, up there lighting rainy night skies.

Denizen of early birds and late-night owls were crowding in the dampen streets… capturing the phenomenon at dawn, into their cellphones – and by sharing it… into their respective social media platforms.

Strangers were speaking to one another… sharing the word-of-mouth information… that the ‘same’ singularity, had happened before in Tasmania.

In a TV interview at an alfresco pub, a middle-aged Finnish tourist, who told about the myth-lore in his country Finland, where they believed that the Northern Lights was an aerial battle, where the Archangel St. Michael defeated Beelzebub.

Then, towards everyone’s gathered surprise, was a sudden TWIN JETTING FLAMES ROCKETING up, that brightened as it ascended. Many thought it looked like some ‘firework’ set-off, in the area of nearby South Perth Zoo.

… everyone marvelled at the red and blue shooting lights that they saw, that even left spiralling and sparkling star-like bursts behind. A true-blue, patriotic drunk in the crowds, lifting up his Victoria-Bitters beer can, and exclaimed out…

“It looks like the Australian flag flying up there, mate – Beauty-cheers! Cheers!”

And… the true-blue sang the National Anthem to the TV camera.

Scores of vehicles RACED TOWARDS THE ZOO, to have a nearer look… and even a police patrol car driven by Corporal Frank Smithy, on night-duty, followed suit.

<>

THE STINGRAY’S BONE-TAIL TIP, OF THE BULLWHIP’S END, cracked aloud is the air – missing close to Jane, as StarGirl the celestial being – who somersaulted at the deadly backlash.

The panther-head roared – and initiated his next lethal strike, mounting on his equally frightening bull-dragon, which flew in close. Now, Jane saw the bullwhip end, that was extending around – then, anticipated to fast counter it in ‘real-time,’ to avoid being hit.

But it was the backlash, that she had to look out for – while the cautious StarGirl had to somersault to avoid it… and also by delivering back a counterattack at the same time, of shooting her fiery bolts at the winged beast’s hide…

…Jane knew from her 3rd-eye – that the bandaged panther-head, Black demon-rider…

… had also encountered her once ‘before’ – when the night at the suburb’s grounds, where she disabled him… AS THE BLACK WILDCAT with 2 direct-hit shots.

But now, in the aerial situation…

… Jane was missing her target with her fiery shots going wide when she delivered them – with those backlashes distracting the COUNTER ATTACKS, WHICH WERE ALL near-hits.

… she was tiring fast too…

… AFTER BEING LEFT ALONE, to fight the BlackStar for more than an hour. Telepathically in thoughts, she sent-out her dire, distress message for Paul and Peters’ reinforcement…

<>

BOTH THE GEMINIS SKY-ROCKETED ABOVE, in the dark clouds of the cyclone winds building up, But, both Gemini-Blue and Gemini-Red were ascending even further up, to the polaric southern pole’s atmosphere, where it glowed…

… into the battleground of good and evil.

The air got thin, the combustion of their celestial-beings lessened, as the Cosmic-twins arrowed and flew upwards in a V-formation, towards the lighted firmament.

Gemini-Blue WAS ALARMED TO SEE back the horrendous, one-armed horned-demon, flying beside him, glowing in all crimsoned red.

… Gemini-Blue realized that although he himself was part of the Cursed-trio, but the other-half was evil…

… he was ‘now’ in doubt, if he could ever TRUST A DEMON, that might betray him and StarGirl, once up in the aerial battlefield above…

… judging that, it had already attacked him-twice before, in the previous encounters.

Both the Cosmic-twins instantaneously received the TELEPATHIC DISTRESS MESSAGE from StarGirl, in the middle of humanity’s battlefield…

“Help-Paul… Peter-help… please… come…!’

Gemini-Blue noticed that the loin-clothed demon picking up G-speed, lifting up its flaming sword in its only arm, darted up ahead…

… the blue light trailed the red, as a precaution – and, Paul was ever-ready to ‘PUT DOWN’ the other Cursed-trio…

… if it turned ‘against’ them.

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THE BACKLASH OF THE BULLWHIP, CAUGHT STARGIRL’S ankle, and looped – powerless, she was dragged ahead by the demon rider…

… with-her fiery shots too missed the bull-dragon. The panther-head lassoed the celestial being, above its head…

… StarGirl SPUN AROUND HELPLESS, and… while gyrating – she heard a growling voice of BlackStar, coming from the black hole…

“… I’M FAMISHED – FEED MY HUNGER NOW!”

Enter the Geminis…

… who were flying at-highspeed toward the lighted firmament, to discover StarGirl was in peril. Gemini-Red darted ahead, it swung its blazing sword… and severed the bullwhip-END – CHOPPED OFF… which-made StarGirl whirled aimlessly in the air…

… but Gemini-Blue caught her…

… Paul with Jane in his arms flew away from the danger zone.

The one-armed Mercury sped into and CRASH HEAD-ON WITH the demon rider, dismounting it from the winged beast. They both grabbed onto each other, and fell below, tussling in the aerial brawl…

… but-the sole, rider-less bull-dragon was circled around… and came charging at Gemini-Blue carrying the weakened StarGirl. The cosmic blue light AVOIDED BEING GORED, by its massive horns of the African Cape buffalo – in steer clear of it, by thinking fast to evade…

StarGirl recovered fast, when she quick-charged, with the fellow-extraterrestrial’s positive energies – and then she SHOT A COUPLE FIERY BOLTS at the attacking beast…

… the bull-headed dragon howled as it was hurt.

They were both were in the direction of another head-on collision hit. The massive bull-dragon was still strong, AS IT WAS CIRCLING AROUND for its next counterattack…

“Get BEHIND ME, StarGirl!”

… Gemini-Blue levitated, before the charging bull circled-ahead – while at his back behind… was the groaning sounds of the black hole…

“Hungry … feed me – hungry …”

…Jane saw with her 3rd-eye, of the celestial PAUL HAD A ‘JUMP-OUT’ of the heavenly energies, of the otherworldly kind – by glowing in spectacle blue…

… St. Michael the Archangel stood afloat…

… baring his flapping white wings, magnificently wide, and with a long spear in his hands. Anticipating to the charging horned hell’s beast, with its dominating flight of its scaly-wings…

… the warrior angel was steadfast and focused…

“HUNGRY … HUNGRY … HUNGRY …”

The winged angel lanced his spear… into the charging flying evil creature, by piercing it hard at its heart – and with his GODLY AND MIGHTY strength…

… he heaved the dying beast…

… like a pitchfork over behind – into the wide gaping black hole, TO FEED ‘HER’ appetite…

… with its own hellish mucky-filth.

… BlackStar bile to spew out – that HARD RAIN OF THE CYCLONE, while…

… ‘she’ faded anaemic into dawning morning.

-O-

Cyclone Lawrence had weakened overnight – when it rained and flash-flooded some parts of Perth, WITH NO DANGERS of natural disasters, to cause any harm to the denizen’s lives, and also on its eco-environment systems.

… StarGirl and Gemini-Blue descended DOWN TO EARTH victorious, in the heavy rain – they both were on a look-out for their counterpart… Peter of the Cursed-trio – to celebrate with…

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EARLIER, 2 BAREBACKED DEMONS WERE FREEFALLING over to earth. The rivals were neck-to-neck brawling, and had a shouting match…

The 2 antagonistic demons knew each other before, from the underworld Hades – where Mercury knew the African T’Maru… and-also St Michael, during the Days of Abrahamic War… while he used to gamble in a shady casino, WHERE ONE-DAY TRANSPIRED a card-game that went wrong…

… where drunken-tempers were flared, and angry-swords were drawn...

That same tragic evening, MERCURY LOST AN ARM by Michael’s blade.

-O-

… T’Maru the panther-head roared his guts out…

“How dare you, you one-armed fool! Why did you interfere and took away my human sacrifice…? I already had that boy Jaheem, to be offered to Mother… so to upgrade my powers! – but, you damn well interfered…!”

“FIRST OF ALL, SHE IS ‘NOT’ MY MOTHER, AND SECONDLY – I DON’T PRACTICE YOUR DAMN AFRICAN MAMBO-JUMBO VOODOO!”

Mercury headbutted T’Maru’s snout, in midair…

… the panther-head recovered fast… and he lashed out his bullwhip across Mercury’s neck, choking the one-armed, swordsman-demon… DRAGGING HIM BELOW-to-earth…

“You selfish and prideful fool – who seems to forget that we serve the same master, the Lord-Almighty All-Father Asmodeus…

“but – you arrogantly think that… you are better than us – by ‘not’ worshipping nor making any offerings to Him – and now Our Lord is mad, and made you a cursed-target for every demon in Hades, and made a promising bounty of upgrading our powers – Asmodeus wants you-dead – and, I intend to ‘collect,’ by killing you for him !”

… Mercury used his fiery sword to severe the bullwhip’s cord, that held the coils around his neck, to free himself…

“BAH-T’MARU! I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY PETTY BOUNTY ON MY HEAD – BUT YOU HAVE TO ‘FIGHT’ ME FIRST… TO KILL ME!”

… T’Maru grabbed Mercury’s sword-wielding hand… when the one-armed, horned Red-demon wanted to stab it. The panther-demon with its other free hand – kept punching Mercury in the face, screaming in sheer frustration…

“The laws are laws, Mercury – there are no grey areas for being evil – it’s either you are one of us… or are, one-of them!”

The 2 demons came crashing down on the muddy earth – in the grounds of the South Perth Zoo… into the grubby hippopotamus’s enclosure.

… after an instant recovery, Mercury flipped up, pounced back to its feet… and leaping towards the panther-head demon, to stab it. But T’Maru too was fast…

… to evade his-attack – in what was left of his bullwhip, after been severed twice…

… it lashed out the ‘short-whip’… and coiled Mercury’s sword-wielding wrist… tugging forward to deliver hard-knuckled-blows…

While receiving the 4th punch, Mercury had uncoiled the shacking loop, of the bullwhip around his single wrist… and it freed itself. The Red-demon avoided T’Maru’s swinging fists, and roundhouse kicked it to the ground…

… Mercury instantly PLACED ITS FIERY SWORD at the demon’s throat…

… and in-pain – T’Maru succumbed in defeat, begging from below…

“…spare my life, mercury – please don’t kill me!”

In the deepest male-voice, the Red-demon growled outback...

“BEFORE I BEHEAD YOU, – TALK, I WANT SOME HARD-ANSWERS – WHY DID YOU CURSE PETER WALKER?”

With fear in its eyes, T’Maru replied…

“Do you ‘not’ know that he was the chosen one – IT’S FATED, HE IS the damned one! And, Lord Asmodeus Himself chose him because of the boy’s high intense negative emotional energies – and He was the ‘anointed-one’ and then, we had weaponized him – and Blackstar, our mother – had grown STRONGER EVER since…”

“ENOUGH! NOW HOW-DO I ‘UNDO’ THIS DAMNED CURSE – AND FREE THE BOY!!?”

“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING Mercury, it is FOOLISHNESS to MEDDLE IN these Highest LEVEL OF DARK CURSES AND SPELLS?”

“’ NOT’ UNDER MY WATCH – THIS PETER WALKER IS UNDER MY HOUSE ZODIAC OF THE GEMINI-SIGN – THEREFORE I, MERCURY WILL ‘BE’ THERE, TO PROTECT HIM!”

“YOU DAMNED TRAITOR!”

Mercury saw T’Maru HAVING ‘SEIZURE,’ with its eyes rolled up – the demon was escaping from ITS ‘HOST’ MORTAL BODY – it morphed out and leaving behind…

… a defenceless and weak, DREADLOCKED BLACK-MAN, a mere zookeeper.

In dread, Hajji laid on his back, looking up at the red-hot demon who glowered at him… with his sword raised to behead. The Blackman begged for his life…

“Lord Mercury, spare my life – I think you will need me, because I KNOW ‘HOW’ TO REVERSE the curse, in that boy…”

“I’M LISTENING, YOU-MAGGOT – YOU TELL ME HOW…?”

… they were distracted by police sirens, in a distant...

“They are coming for me – you have to LET ME ESCAPE now, Lord Mercury – in order, for me to HELP YOU LATER…!”

“NO…! YOU HELP ME NOW… MONKEY-FACE! I AM ‘NOT’ A FOOL, FOR A MERE MORTAL TO TRICK ME…!”

“O, Lord Mercury, you have to TRUST MY WORD for it – I practice African Black-Voodoo and I know the key to break that high levelled spell, to FREE THAT CURSED one-armed boy – you have to LET ME ESCAPE NOW… in order to let me help you later – I AM ‘ALL’ YOU GOT, O Master.”

… Hajji reasoned with the restless demon.

Mercury saw the mortal laid on the ground, below its feet.

… it pondered a brief moment – and it was pleased that it had an instant inkling… that was favoured as unholy security.

Still, with suspicion, the hideous Red-demon used his sweltering hot sword and – marked to BRAND HAJJI’S FACE, to burn his left-cheek. Mercury chuckled out, listening to the tortured Blackman’s cries…

“I WILL MARK YOU THEN, WITH A CURSE – NOW, I CAN FIND YOUR MONKEY-FACE WHEREVER YOU ARE, AT THE 4 CORNERS OF THE EARTH…!”

Mercury lifted the hot, glowing sword off the Black-man cheek, and he cried even more, by the pain of skin-peeling, that left a cursed, crisscross burn-marks…

… like more of a Babolat’s...

… in deep pain, Hajji opened his teary-eyes, to some angry words shouted at him… in a boy’s voice…

… lying confused, on the grass, the Nigerian SAW A SILHOUETTE in the dawning sun – and, of a FUMING ONE-ARMED TWEEN, WAVING his tennis racket and threatening him with his BAREFOOT, STEPPING on the chest of the zookeeper's uniform. Peter yelled-down…

“Don’t leave the country, and GO SOMEWHERE REMOTE like to Canada – remember this… I got Google Earth, and I will find you-there – you are just a black-dot, in the snow!”

… Hajji held his scarred cheek, and he ran off from the crime scene. Peter saw him scrambling away on the muddy grass, in the rain, with…

… nearby, the hippos staring...

“What y’all lookin’ at!!?”

Peter saw down at his feet – he was wearing only ONE OF HIS NIKE SHOES. He sighed deeply before he kicked it off… and walked ahead, barefooted in the muddy pitch.

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PETER THEN LOOKED UP AND GRINNED – when he saw Jane descending down, from the dawn pouring clouds. She ran to him, once her feet made a touchdown. Jane darted over… and leapt on him, laughing-wild in euphoria.

… Peter dropped the Babolat and caught the blind-girlfriend in the air, and cradled her-up with his one-arm – kissing-her.

He felt a moment of loved-belonging… in-him with her.

… Paul saw them embracing, and both were glowing in optimism… while he descending next below. He heard Peter exclaiming out…

“Woo-hoo…! I saw you out there, Janey – YOU WERE STARGIRL! You saw me-up there too, right, with your 3rd-eye? I was flaming, bright up there, LIKE SOME HUMAN TORCH – and I used my weapon to slice his whip… before crashing into him off, from his ‘buffalo-wings ride...’”

… Paul saw his twin was animating actions, waving his Babolat – as the one-armed boy’s reenactment of his war-stories. Paul then burst-his-bubble, to ‘question’ him...

“That rider, Peter – WHERE IS HE?”

“He long took-off – PANTHER-SPED away– I tried chasing him, but he was in-the wind by then, look at my feet – I lost my prized, COLLECTOR’S JORDAN NIKE OUT-there and – then, I realized I WAS THE NO LONGER the Human Torch anymore.” Peter lied…

… Paul only then noticed Peter’s muddy bare feet.

He would have to TAKE HIS TWIN’S WORDS for it – because at that simultaneous-moment ago, he-himself was PLAYING-MATADOR TO PROTECT Jane, from the charging winged bull, in the lit-up cloud fields.

… Peter looked at his wristwatch, on his single wrist – 5:55, in the a.m. He joked…

“All this superhero-ing is making me hungry for shawarma. Let’s bounce over… we discuss next of our superhero costume, while we eat.”

“Bullshit, first of all, you are ‘not’ Tony Stark… and ‘that’ coming from you, just cheapens the bloody-movie joke. And secondly, let ‘not’ the right-hand know what the left-hand does – this close-secrecy of the Cursed-trio, SHOULD REMAIN A ‘SECRET’ from the public, agreed…?”

“Hey-hey-hey, okay-Humperdoo – I heard you… and I also know where you are coming from – you are still pissed that I sold your Avengers figurines, years ago right…? Cut me some slack here, Poey… I’m sorry, that I had to pay my gambling debt, bro. And secondly, I’m still hungry, and wanna catch some burgers at Macca – with Janey here is following me, so Poe, you wanna come…?”

Paul saw his twin’s smiling-girlfriend quiet, and glowing brighter.

“Okay why ‘not’ – only, if you are buying,” Paul replied.

“Okay Poe, my treat – and, thirdly, I NEED BACK MY Lebron MVP Nikes that you are wearing there – hey, WHERE IS YOUR WHEELCHAIR, that I ‘carried’ a moment ago – don’t tell me you lost it too in the chaos?”

Before Paul could answer Peter – he heard A VOICE CALLING OUT from behind…

The Cursed-trio looked back – and saw ALICIA WONG AND MS. DIANE KING coming over…

“Janey!”

… called-Alicia running towards her blind BFF, with Ms King, hurried along… following the Chinese girl from behind.

“Ali?”

They all saw both the girls hugging in the rain. The Chinese girl exclaimed out, pointing above…

“I was so worried, with YOU ‘UP’ THERE – I saw ‘you’ through Ms King’s mirror, that you were there… FLYING AND GLOWING YELLOW, up in the skies.”

… Alicia looked next at Paul who was vertical, and she went on to hug him, in delight…

“Pauly, YOU CAN WALK AGAIN. I am so happy for you – this is like a miracle!” Then, they all heard, Paul said in a low, nervous voice…

“Err… Alicia, actually I’m… levitating.”

… Alicia backed off at once, when SHE WAS SHOCKED to notice Paul’s Nike shoes were 8 centimetres above the ground – and, her crippled friend WAS HOVERING UPRIGHT… in a weird and odd manner.

“Way-no-way!” Running away from Paul…

… as she freaked out of the sight and went back to hold Jane’s hand.

Peter was quietly observing everyone…

… especially, at the student counsellor, Diane King, whom he still did ‘NOT’ QUITE TRUST, as she was closely associated with his mother – who also held a group session, last Sunday UNDER HIS FATHER’S ROOF, and accused him of being ‘cursed’ – but-which…

… he would SOON BE UN-CURSED, by Hajji’s magic spells.

… Ms King was hurrying them all…

“We all are trespassing… and ‘NOT’ SUPPOSED TO BE in here now – the police are investigating of the 6 zoo-security guards, who were all drugged unconscious, from-last night. The coppers will be soon combing the entire zoo, to find the perpetrator,” Said Ms King arriving at the zoo moments ago, and hearing the ‘first-responders’ saying ‘that’ to the TV reporter, after they arrived to investigate the ‘fireworks’ setoff near the zoo…

Paul instantly replied...

“Yes, you all should get going – we should get out of this place, ASAP! But, DON’T WAIT FOR ME – I hid my wheelchair at the Primate World… I am going over there, to fetch it.”

“Remember our brekkie meet later, Poe – don’t pig-out on the gorilla’s bananas and peanuts, when in Monkey Planet. Go, GET YOUR ALIBI-CHAIR, and I will be waiting outside – for the Nike shoes,” Said his barefooted twin…

… Paul did ‘not’ reply, he was looking nervously at Alicia and Ms King, for a brief second – before PROPELLING HIMSELF by rocketing vertically fast up.

Alicia was astonished – and Ms King was speechless… as listening to the Chinese girl cheering. Alicia then hugged Jane…

“Wow! Is THAT ‘OUR’ PAUL…? He just flew up!” They both joyfully laughed.

“Show off!” Muttered Peter beneath his breath.

The one-armed twin had-learnt he was the ‘other’ half, of the twin Geminis – and he needed PAUL TO ACTIVATE his celestial form…

… as the Gemini-Red.

Other than that, he could NEITHER FLY, NOR ZAP on his-own – while, his ‘other-half,’ Gemini-Blue had-his superpower extras. But, ONE FACT FOR SURE…

… Peter was cursed ‘enough,’ that HE COULD CAUSE major natural disasters and catastrophes… simply-by, his infective toxic-negative emotions...

… but that made him ‘feel’ like a monster.

But he ‘still’ envied Paul, who despite a cripple – he can ‘could’ CONTROL AND BULLY HIM from-now-on, even though as a quadriplegic, on a wheelchair.

Maybe distancing and runaway for his safety from Paul was the ‘option’…

… as he before had already threatened to ‘PUT HIM DOWN’ – if the situation was in deep and dire, endanger to mankind.

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PAUL REACHED THE SECTION OF THE ZOO called the Primate World… where he had hidden his folded wheelchair in the shrubs… beside the enclosure of the pygmy Bonobo.

… when Paul went in, he saw more than 100 monkeys, of various species… gathered, around his wheelchair.

The primates, big and small, infants and the old – were out of their respective locked cages, and they gathered in the Bonobos’ – like they were HAVING A DISCUSSION, around a huge, 500 kg silverback gorilla.

… once the monkeys sensed the presence of the cripple, who was ‘levitating’ in their presence, they freaked-out noisy. Paul got scared when, all of them were closely approaching him, and a baby gibbon jumped at him and cuddled...

… soon, Paul was at ease, when the monkeys of different species were in merriment and were in celebration – grinning wide and jumping around – and, he doesn’t have a clue why.

Then he saw the big silverback approaching… and Paul felt scared again… intimidated by its massive size. He was trying hard to avoid eye contact, stooping low – and could even feel his crippled legs, slightly tremble with jittery-tingles. The advancing old-gorilla gently hugged Paul, and used its large paw… to stroke and tap him on his head…

… Paul Walker was relieved that he did ‘not’ have to zap it, LIKE HOW HE DID, to the black panther’s tail, just now – if-ever it posed a threatening danger. The gorilla then pointed above at a tree, to Paul…

… WHO LOOKED-UP, and was shocked...

… and-behold…

… a strung up dead Capuchin monkey… bitten in the neck – which was hung upside-down there, for public display.

What Paul couldn’t understand was the ritual behind, on why those monkeys were celebrating the Capuchin’s death – and, to the unknown hidden-fact was-that…

…. it was to be the pet, of the zoo-keeper…

… that evil human… who engaged with the voodoos practices of the dark spirit… from where MOST OF THE PRIMATES’ ANCESTORS, descended from Mother Africa.

The little-Capuchin was also possessed by Popobawa – an evil, and feral animal-spirit – that even that bigger apes like gorillas, orangutans and chimpanzees feared of.

But tonight… that tiny-sized evil was dead – and that had the primates gathered, and hailed Paul… as the hero that killed it.

But…

… it was a short-lived honour… because then, a patrol car came in… and Paul was detained shortly.

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THE ONE-ARMED PETER TRAILED BEHIND the 2 girls and the woman counsellor, in the dank rain. Ms King ushered the tweens out, through the side exit and – ‘not’ the main entrance, where the police were.

Outside…

“Oh my God, Janey – LOOK OVER THERE!”

… Alicia suddenly shrilled, and pointed-over ahead – at the approaching creature. It was PIPER, WHERE IT HAD HORSE-BACKED SAMUEL… and was coming on the opposite.

The Black-toddler jumped off the grey, big dog’s back – and he came running over, totally excited to see ‘familiar’ faces, and… by calling out their names…

Peter saw the coloured boy running over to them, in unsteady steps. It remembered him of the midget-man of Fantasy Island, ringing the bell at the tower, pointing at the plane…

“Jane-lishya! Jane-lishya!” Cried, the nearing excited-Samuel.

Both the girls, caught and hugged Samuel in pure delight…

… the Chinese-girl carried the Black baby boy… while his blind sister, faced towards her faithful guide-dog… that had stopped 10 meters away, at the opposite side.

“Piper…thank you.” The blind-girl said…

… the dog understood its former-master, and barked once, IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. It wagged its tail, hung its tongue out, and nodded… before turning away, and left…

Peter saw his girlfriend, breakdown in tears…

Alicia with Samuel in her arms hugged her… and wept too, seeing the dog going away...

… Piper too decided he can’t stay, BECAUSE HE WAS ‘CURSED’ – by the same-evil and feral Popobawa animal-spirit… residing in the black panther… which bit it…

“DON’T BE SAD… lets it-go, Piper… it’s NOT your-fault – it’s a dog-eat-dog world, out there – C’est la vie.”

… thus, Piper decided to BE A LONE WOLF…

… by staying away, from any mortal human-beings and also immortals… as ‘much’ as possible…

… but… DUE TO THE SAVAGE DISEASE, that was progressively spreading in its bloodstream…

… before, it next transforming into a full-fledged, blood-thirsting predator…

… OF A WOLF-MAN…