PETER WOKE UP EARLY THAT Saturday morning – and after some ‘suspicious’ rumination of thoughts, sitting-on his bed of ‘predicting’ the upcoming PFC’s rematch – so he decided to go spy on the rival’s camp…

… at the John Blake Country-club…

… as it ‘was’ 2 days to go, when the ‘grand’ event-to-happen on Monday – when school reopened after the weekend…

… and, to see how’ Jane Wilson would sabotage him…

… by throwing the game away…

… to give Douglas Zimmerman and Zoe Williams an easy victory.

-O-

He came downstairs… and caught his mother leaving the house, after having her coffee.

“Working today, Mom?”

“Yea, had to go to office, but I’ll be back early.”

“When you came in last night… I want to bed at 10:30…?”

“Came back around-11-ish. What are your plans for the day, Pete…?”

“Nothing much… some little-errands here and there.”

“Do studying too, it’s your final term.”

“Yea-and that too...”

“Okay, going now – behave yourself.”

“You too, Mom.”

… Peter chucked as his Det. Inspector-mother closed the main-door… who she got into her Audi and drove to work, in her civilian work-attire.

He picked up the newspaper with headlines of reforms-political news… which he hated, especially seeing the photo of the sleazy, billionaire John Blake – the Mayor of Perth – who was grinning ear-to-ear, like the former American peanut-farmer president.

He hoped to see a newsworthy headline after-tomorrow… of the PFC Rematch at Stamford High, happening on Monday – which would boost and benefit his branding, of his online fame.

The one-armed tween…went to the fridge and took a half-drank coke can of last-night, placed on the kitchen marble-top counter – he took out his pill bottle, from his pocket…

… he bottoms-up the un-fizzling-coke after popping-up a perk-up. He threw the empty-can across the kitchen, which landed home, in the trash-bin.

Peter had run out of his favourite beverage – and he reminded himself and needed to buy a tall-can of Red-Bull on the way over to THE COUNTRY CLUB AT LABOUCHERE – which was far-flung away… from city-central…

… and, he wished he was a TEENAGER, WHO HAD and drove a car.

-O-

It was a sunny morning… and the backpacked, Peter was riding fast, perspiring along the way, and was cursing away at the good hot weather – which came on a weekend instead, and ‘not’ the school-days…

… where it-then rained and hampered his own tennis training.

After 45 minutes, he reached the entrance of the John Blake country-club at Labouchere – and he went off-road, to the bushes to hide-and-spy. Along the way here just now…

… he ‘too’ prayed that a blue SUV Mazda would ‘not’ overtake him on his bike – and-blow away his ‘cover.’

He waited another 15 minutes – sipping slowly on his Red-Bull… checking his Instagram on his phone – and mesmerizing the efforts, where his partner-in-crime, Jason Lang who was ‘influencing the 'Perthians’ to the Monday’s Rematch…

… Peter was pleased to see the ‘double-digits’ of Likes received in YouTube – and-hope for ‘triple’ numbers… as the days-were-coming closer, to match-day.

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Hiding in the bush. he looked up… and saw the Wilson car coming, on the lonely road. It went into the premise… and parked among the score of cars, in the front of the club at that weekend.

Peter scrambled into his backpack to retrieve his father’s bird-watching binoculars – and through the field-glass… he spied 3 Wilsons in their sunnie-glasses, alighting from the cabin – minus, their maid Lola…

… Shelley the mother was shouting at her Black-son, who was excited to run-inside the club. Then there was Janey, in her tracky-daks – who was taking her time, on-a leisure ‘slow’ Saturday, getting-over at her own lazy-pace, holding a racquet of her own-surname.

The Wilsons entered the country-club… where it was ‘not’ in his-peripheral – where Peter ‘now’ needed to move location… to peek closer at the club’s tennis courts. Then came the luxury Bentley…

… where the rich-kid Zimmerman, was driven-over for his tennis practice… by his businessman father…

… once his ‘rival’ had gone into the club reception area… the one-armed boy came-out of his hiding… to next spy-on ‘their’ secret training-ground…

…. he cursed the ‘rich,’ as he headed-over to the tennis-courts – where-he had to cycle over 2 kilometres around the club’s golf course to get there. If-he wanted to save-the-trip…

… all he had ‘to-do’ was to cut-across the vast field – but some senior-citizen in checked pants, who were already there…

… swing their clubs to hit their small-balls, and chasing it over, in their golf-cart.

Peter refrained the quick-crossing – he doesn’t want any trouble with the club’s securities… nor getting hit-on-the head by golf-ball, before match-day.

-O-

After 10 minutes, of sprinting the peddle-over – he reached the back of the country club, where the tennis courts were. The Connerys were already training his schoolmates on 2 separate courts… and he noticed through the binoculars that Douglas had improved a lot – where had faced him ‘only’ once at the school-court…

… where ‘Jane’s Dougie’ had beaten him in a close match.

Peter was pissed off when he saw Amy Bixby… had been teaching Janey, techniques which was ‘not’ what he had instructed Boyyo…

… and the blind-girl was following the new-methods blindly.

An hour later, Peter scrutinized on-how the ex-internationals paired, to face the Stamford High’s pair – to everyone surprise the blind-Jane volleyed the ball beyond the Connerys reach, to get the first point.

Everyone praised her, and Douglas Zimmerman high-fived her…

Peter snickered…

… as the one-armed boy knew her ‘big-secret’ – that she used her superpower, of the 3rd-eye – where she-also had used her cursed-powers to ‘good’ use, in their viral YouTube video – when they faced off the top-SHS tennis players of Doug and Zoe and won 7-5.

Peter doesn’t know-WHY HE WAS ‘POWERLESS’… and how he wished he had any-superpower, maybe-like fast as the Flash – where else the other members of the Cursed-trio, had possessed multiple-powers…

... the ‘only’ power he had was, he COULD CREATE DESTRUCTION by using uncontrollable negative emotions like a villain – X-men Magneto, who-came to his mind.

But that would change, once Kimura Star Corp.’s bionic robotic-arm cometh – which…

… would be delivered in the next school term

… and he would be back, on top of his game again.

-O-

The over an hour training ended… with the victory once-again to the ‘senior citizen’ coaches with 6-4… and the 4 of players retired from the courts to the changing-rooms. Peter put his binoculars down and went to check the YouTube viewership-counts, corresponding to the social media buzz, from his Influencer, Jason Lang.

Something bright-pink ahead caught his attention – he quickly took his field glasses and peered – and, behold he saw the athletic-bodied Janey in a swimming suit…

… it was the first time he saw the blind-girl in her bather.

He admired her curves, but that bliss was short-lived – when Douglas Zimmerman too, came out of men’s room…

… wearing his swimming trunks.

The one-armed boy threw his Red-Bull can down on the ground, and stomped it with his runner, cursing out mad. He had a bout of self-fracas… before he stormed away, in his bike.

He was SHOUTING, IN HIS STATE of opioids…

“…not’ all Virgos are virgins!!!”

-O-

Shelley Wilson was in the kiddie pool watch Samuel, having the time-of-his-life, in the water, playing catch the balloon-beach ball with her. She then glanced at the approaching blonde couple – her B-girl was having a time-of-her-life too, chatting and laughing…

… with ‘that’ Zimmerman-boy.

The mother thought that, in a ‘perfect world’… they both would make a ‘perfect couple.’

Then in front of her… Douglas then offered to teach Jane how to swim in the adults’ pool, and even the mother encouraged her B-girl to follow him – but the blind-girl declined the offer, when she was drawn, by the excited-calling of her baby-brother in the kiddie pool.

Her excuse was, she was afraid of deep water.

Shelley saw Douglas walking alone, to the club’s Olympic sized pool.

-O-

On the lonely road, the cycling one-armed tween was – nattering and cursing aloud…

“We were so good together, but why you broke-up with me, Janey – WHY…!!?”

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THE DNA REPORTS MATCHED WITH HAJJI – Caroline was with Sargent Blunt and Corporal Peterson and were the trio were discussing, of where the ‘magician-like’ perpetrator – who had murdered 2-victims – had now magically vanished in thin air, from ‘their’ eyes of the law.

The matched of the DNA reports were taken from his ‘last’ hideout, where he shot his guns, multiple times at the house bedroom door…

Who was he shooting at? Was there an unknown-enemy, he was running away from?

Then the detectives ran-on the police-report cases, where Hajji ‘tried’ to rob 3 individuals where he-only managed steal from one, a foreign worker of his cash – while bodily injuring 2 other businessmen, who were cashless.

From aerial drone footages…

… they saw how Hajji riding his motorcycle, was going into-under bridges and had ‘vanished’ from the other side…

… that made the trio scratching their heads, with illogical assumptions, of Blackmagic involved.

-O-

Later, Det. Inspector mother was at her desk alone… trying to balance a complicated life of her demanding criminal solving career…

… with her home-life, and her love-life…

She also felt guilty that the capturing and apprehending the slippery-Hajji was eating up more of her time in her daily 24-hours – leaving both her sons, home alone.

She had promised them, to spend more time at home, and being with them – but she was failing badly by disappointing them, as a single mother… since their father died. They were handicapped too, along with her dead husband – where the 3 of them, were involved in a tragic automobile accident, more than 2 years ago…

… now… her twin-sons who were only 12 years-of-age – were having each, their ‘own’ girlfriends-problems…

… with one boy with his break-up in his love-life… while the other boy love-loss, from a girl in a coma.

They both were vulnerable-now and mentally-lost, at their moments of their downfall – but their mother WAS ‘NOT’ THERE… in their time when they needed her the most.

Because of the twins sibling-rivalry, it made her judgemental by being-suspicious by putting her ‘police-hat’ on-by ‘believing’ then-that they both were criminal-minded – and she had been hard-and-harsh to both of them lately – after ‘phone-bombing’ incident – where the investigating CSI Agent Dickson had also ‘put’ thoughts into her…

… that her sons were somehow be ‘potential’ criminals, in the future.

Feeling angry now of ‘not’ trusting her maternal-instinct, but instead of her police-instinct – Caroline Walker made amendments to trust herself more, and by giving the benefit of the doubt instead… of believing ‘others’ hearsay…

… she knew ‘criminal-behaviour’ – a ‘what’ anguish her twin-sons were going through their transitional-period in their teen-hood… of raging hormone of rebelliousness of their ‘testosterone-zone’…

… and ‘not’ bad-criminal behaviour, like she was led to believe.

This realization came last night to her…

… at her Friday-night date with Tom Harris – both her sons’ school principal…

… where earlier that afternoon, Agent Dickson had a face-to-face with Paul… that led to believe that her crippled-son was involved ‘somehow’ to the Stamford Highs’ bombings, since…

… after his ‘arrest’ in the Wilson abduction case, at the South Perth Zoo.

Caroline then asked Tom what he thought about it… whether Paul had ‘done’ it or ‘not’– and the principal’s response was wishy-washy of his school’s student…

… whom the principle ‘too’ believed PAUL-HAD LED A ‘DUAL-LIFE’ – based on the counter-terrorist agency data, which were linking him to the animal-right activists, from Facebook closed-group.

“Hey Tom, Paul is ‘not’ some wheelchaired bushranger Ned Kelly!”

The infuriated mother told-off the principle, that if he could ‘prove’ that either of sons were criminals with concrete evidence, of their alleged crimes – and she further ‘accused’ that Agent Dickson, who had a lazy-way to solve and tying-up his case of the Stamford High’s phone-bombing – by bluntly accusing and blaming her sons for it.

She drank-up her glass of wine… and got up, AND TOLD-OFF Principle Harris that she was ‘breaking-up’ with him – for BELIEVING THOSE BASELESS ’LIES’ – and she left the table, and stormed away from the bar…

… with the widower pleading her from behind… to come back ‘to him’...

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THE CRIPPLED BOY WOKE UP LATE THAT Saturday morning. He remained in bed – by continuing his worrying-his-worries… that had kept his mind ‘not’ at rest-last night. He felt overwhelmed which he was drowning in the pile-of-problems… which were choking him ‘literally’ in his waking hours.

Yesterday’s CTU’s interrogation in the principal’s office, had a major-stress hit-on Paul – where he was BLATANTLY-ACCUSED with things that happened a long-long time ago, when he had joined ‘innocently’ into an animal related-closed group in Facebook, when he was mere 9 years old, back then…

… with him having now, his cursed superpowers… were ‘not’ a blessing too – where it led him to be ‘not’ honest-in any statements he gave – where he had to tell so ‘many’ lies… so to maintain the secret identity, of the Cursed-trio.

Paul’s life was a total-mess, up to now, with NO FOCUS IN HIS STUDIES – with the love of his life in her irreversible coma, whom he would have to visit in the hospital and ‘not’… their usual hangouts like her aunt’s restaurant, in Chinatown – where they’d shared ‘intimate’ moments there, when Ali taught him CERTAIN LIFE-SKILLS of how-to eating with chopsticks. And, the ‘only’ date-movie they saw together – was Dumbo, where in the dark-cinema-hall… he received in first real-kiss – and now, it was sad that… Disney’s Lion King was out, and Ali wouldn’t be there if he ever wanted to watch it.

Every mess would soon lead to the ultimate finale, when he went to school on Monday, which was Destruction Day – the day…

… ‘when’ the All-father demon-king, Asmodeus would walk the earth – in the ‘body’ of his twin, whom Peter-would-be ‘all-powerful’…

… would sure-enough ‘kill’ him and even Jane eventually on that day-end…

The crippled-twin doesn’t have a clue of HOW-TO FIGHT EVIL… of that magnitude…

‘Where ARE YOU MERCURY, when Perth-needs you the most – you don’t ever-care anymore…do you…? Are you gone-off ‘hunting’ some exotic-demon hybreed-creatures somewhere, and bloody eating their livers…?’

Unmotivated, Paul sighed-deep to himself… and pulled his blanket and covered his head, and went back to sleep…

… with some last thoughts…

‘…minus your-blessings… enjoy your problems…’