“POE! POE… HELP ME, POE…!!!”

From his wheelchair, the twin saw 2 Peters – both were standing on a balance-weigh scale, held by a giant, longhorns-tips of the-woman, Libra.

The cripple-twin saw from below, that the dark purple-skinned one-armed Peter on the left, was laughing-crazy – and the one-armed Peter on the right who had a red complexion like the Red-demon, and was crying for help…

… even the ‘moving’ tattoos of this Peter’s face were inked – ‘help me’…

The laughing-Peter stepped off the scale, which caused red-Peter to fall below, because of the scale’s imbalance. The Peter hollered as he fell below – into a deep well…

.., of bubbling molten-lava – while the other Peter…

… kept-on laughing, to see him die…

… Paul was terrified of his twin’s demise – and, turned to see the surviving and laughing violet Peter who was approaching the wheelchair. From the shoulder stump, Peter’s ‘new’ arm grew. And, Peter spoke to his twin, but…

… Paul could ‘not’ understand him – as he spoke in ancient-Sumerian.

-O-

From a windowless bedroom…

… a terrified Paul cried-out, in terror… as he woke-up – in cold-sweat to his nightmare.

He sat-up on his single-bed… recalling that…

… he has woken-up on D-Day Monday morning.

-O-

From his bedside table, his iPad beeped a notification…

Paul had ‘not’ followed his social-media-feeds since he sat vigil at the hospital, at Alicia’s bedside. He ignored it also when he got home yesterday’s afternoon as he was dead-tired –and he-slept a 12-hours nap.

On the screen, what was trending-tops topic was the PFC-Rematch happening this-afternoon – Paul scrolled-down to see ‘what-else’ happened in his online-absence – his mouth gapped-open to read, that the criminal-murderer of 2, Hajji had…

… broken-into the Wilsons, to abduct Jane’s brother – but-luckily… the doctor-mother was there to protect her adopted-son, by shooting the perpetrator…

… who then escape, empty-handed.

Paul heard ‘someone’ outside, in the kitchen…

He dove from the bed to wheelchair, via his-levitation – and rushed to open the door… to see Caroline putting coffee-powder into the coffee-machine, to brew…

“Mom! Did you get him…? Hajji… have he been captured since…?”

“No, he ‘vanished’ into thin-air – nowhere in 36 hours-to be found, by the police – but he is ‘now’ wounded.”

‘Where was Jane, when this happened?’ Paul thought.

‘And why did Mom ‘not’ tell me-about-this, ‘during’ brunch yesterday but ‘only’ last night…?”

In a low tone, Caroline said…

“Last evening, I visited Jane’s father admitted in the hospital – he was going into heart surgery.”

Paul gawked looking-blank at his mother…

‘… does-it mean, Jane is ‘not’ playing the rematch today?’

He was quiet a moment…

“Come-on Poe… stop daydreaming – go, get ready for school.”

Paul nodded and turned-back obediently, to his room, saying…

“Okay-Mom, save me a cuppa…”

“…Good Morning, MOM!”

… Paul heard and saw Peter… running down the stair, to the kitchen – already dressed for school.

“Yea… you won’t come-today, Mom, I know – but wish your-son some Irish-luck, out there, in the rematch – playing his ‘best’ for you!”

Peter hugged his mother, as they both were cheek-kissing one-another… which ‘boiled’ Paul – seeing his twin, trying to get into her ‘good-side.’

“Okay play well, as you can – but stay out of ‘trouble…okay…?’” Caroline cautioned after seeing-and-touching his black-eyed-cheek.

“Trouble… as in if we were to lose? Come-on don’t have that jinked-thought today, Mom – it’s bad luck! But, no-worries – my good-luck charmed, of my ‘beloved’ twin-brother – will be there… to support me later…”

Paul nattered something-out… and slammed close his room door.

“What’s his problem, Mom? I’m just radiating my ‘positive-love’ over in-here!”

“Peter, shut-up, and get outta here – I ‘know’ what you are doing.”

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THE ALARMED BUZZED AT 7:00 AM and the blind-girl in her bed was unravelling in between the 2 worlds – of dream-and-reality – where the results dream-recollection was a ‘forgotten’ when periods of sleep were awakened. But her groggy-first though was of-her father’s heart surgery…

… and ‘what’ had happened since…

Her AI, Boyyo which was-on overnight charging at her study-desk, was on speakers – and was simulating a ‘cheery’ SIMY-like notification of Perth…

“A top of the morning, Jane – we have a good sunny-Monday today in Perth, with the temperature of…”

“Cut the-crap, Boyyo – did Mummy call from the hospital?” Snapped blind-Jane.

“No-Jane, she DID ‘NOT’ CALL – and her cell-phone status now is switched-off…”

‘Why Mummy? What happening?’ Jane thought, and her AI interrupted…

“But you have a voice message from Karen McCormick, SHOULD I ‘PLAY’ message?”

Karen was one of her classmates among the 4 of – Erica Cartman, Sharon Marsh & Sheila Broflovski – who were-all ‘nice’ to her in her class, ever-since she was famous’ as the PFC. Karen even dyed her hair blonde, with dreadlocks, to look’ like her.

“Okay, play!”

“Karen McCormick’s message – Sunday, 11:44 PM…

“Jane, are you okay? Are you HURT FROM THE SHOOTING? Are you playing Today?

… end of message.”

“What? What she meant by ‘hurt’ and ‘shooting…?’” Jane thought-out aloud.

Boyyo data processed the ‘only’ social-media search-engine, with a whirling sound…

“Karen McCormick was referring to the shooting-crime incident THAT HAPPENED HERE, on Saturday night where – Dr Wilson shot the criminal Hajji – who had then escaped.”

“WHAT! ‘THAT’ happened on Saturday? TODAY IS MONDAY – Boyyo, why did you ‘not’ INFORM ME on ‘THIS’ SHOOTING YESTERDAY!!?”

“Jane, if you had ‘set’ your PRIVACY LEVEL FROM ‘LOW’ TO HIGH – then you may get ‘such’ notifications PROMPTLY IN REAL-TIME.”

“NO! Not-happening!”

Snapped the angered blind-Jane, who sprang out… from her bed to the door – and ran over to the other room. She placed her hand gently on the warm body, of her sleeping brother…

… and was deeply ‘grateful’ that Samuel being safe – or else…

… she would be guilty-for-life.

‘Where ‘was’ I during ‘all’ these happened, on Saturday night?’

She remembered complaining to her doctor-mother for her body-aches, from the morning tennis practice – and mummy might have given a ‘stronger’ dose of her-medicine…

Jane’s keen-ears heard ‘sounds’ from downstairs – she raced downstairs with bullet-holes, chipped on the side-wall. She found Lola in the kitchen, who had stayed overnight – to take care of ‘them’ – while her-mummy was with Dad, during his surgery.

“Lola, what happened here on Saturday? Did Mummy save Sam from Hajji? Was there a gun ‘shooting?’”

... Lola was put on the spot...

“Yes, SAMUEL IS SAFE – your mummy ‘kept’ him safe?”

“Why did you did ‘not’ tell me, Lola.”

“Your mummy told me ‘NOT’ TO MENTION… in case it might ‘frighten’ you.”

The blind-girl still in her pyjama was quiet, mixing-up possibilities – of things might have gone ‘wrong’ in her head…

… and her ‘failure’ of ‘being 'useless' as-a Cursed-trio.

“Jane, it’s already 7:14 now – won’t you be late for school?”

“Did mummy call?”

“No… she’s still in the hospital.”

“Lola-please call me an Uber… to take me school, in another 15 minutes.”

-O-

A car hooted, and uniformed blind-Jane rushed down, the stairs to the front door, and opened it and walking towards the front gate to her Uber-ride. She heard Lola calling, from behind…

“Jane-wait, you FORGOT SOMETHING…”

Lola Flores gave something – and placed it onto the blind student's ‘hand’ – Jane noticed it…

… it was her TENNIS RACQUET…

… Jane scoffed to herself – and got into the waiting Uber-ride…

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PETER CAME TO SCHOOL HALF-AN-HOUR EARLY and waited at the front gate. He came in before time, to wait-for his PFC-branding counterpart Jason Lang…

… who too-also was having their main-team selections, of his basketball-trials that day… in the gym later...

Almost every student who walked into school, acknowledged him by nodding at him, wishing him good luck, and shaking his only’ hand, fist-bumps, or give a high-five. Some asked, where was Jane, his other-part of the PFC – and he responded that she was ‘coming’ or ‘on-the-way.’

Peter was proud of himself being the ‘centre’ of the attention, from coming-out of the ‘shadow’ of Perth’s favourite celebrity-blind-girl – who played tennis-skill of a ‘semi-pro’… with the aid of her artificial-intelligence device…

… and her-3rd-eye too 😉.

Jason Lang came – and both the partners-in-crime celebrated with high-fives…

“Pete… saw at the recent stat on FB? It’s like wildfire there… now close to 100K of Likes gotten this far!”

“Yeah-jolly-great… even ‘my’ robotic-arm posting had-got 15K views on YouTube, by sharing similar ‘hashtags’ – this is it, mate! How about the TV crew, are they coming?”

“Not sure – it is still ‘not’ as-big as Mayor’s Cup, though – but we keep our fingers crossed.”

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PAUL ENTERED THE CLASS 5 MINUTES EARLIER. Then his twin, came-through the rear door and he-was greeted by his backbencher fans who asked, about his robotic-arm. While talking to them, Peter noticed his twin seated in the class-front-door.

The one-armed boy ‘lied’ that IT WAS THE ‘HACKER’ – who had ‘posted’ the robotic-arm YouTube video online, after THE RECENT BREAK-IN in the Walker House – and hacking his personal accounts and ‘STOLE’ HIS VIDEO-FILES of the Kimura Star Corp.’s Robotic-arm video, was-to ‘SABOTAGE’ HIM IN THE T&C CLAUSE of secrecy with the company…

… and, he was ‘so-convincing…’

The school bell rang and seconds later Mr Fred Bailey walked in, to teach the class of the proper-usage of the English-grammar. Jane Wilson was ‘not’ in…

Peter got worried…

‘Where is she…? Did SHE ‘SABOTAGE’ ME… by ‘not’ coming today…?”

Paul concluded his thought…

‘Maybe she is ‘not’ coming today and took a ‘sickie’ because her daddy is going for heart surgery. Just like she took her first-sickie this final term, after ‘traumatized’… of her Bestie’s attack and hospitalized in a coma.’

To everyone’s surprise, blind-Jane came in knocking, 10 minutes later – classmates Karen McCormick and gang – clapped and cheered, that had a ripple-effect – as it, induced half-the-class clapping too. Jane was embarrassed, grinning as she apologized to the English-teacher – before rushing to her desk. At the backbenchers… Peter breathe-easy, and was relieved to see her ‘golden-glowing’ presence...

Seated, as Jane was removing her backpack… she giggled softly, whispering to Paul behind her…

“The Uber driver was a PFC fan, and we both chatted – so much so… he took the wrong road – and had to go a long-way-up, to U-ie back-down to school.”

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MEANWHILE BACK IN THE SPHINX – IT WAS DUSK… with red stormy-clouds building-up. Paul’s aura and the Red-demon were still in the thick-of-the-battle, at the Egyptian desert – with opponents, the heavy-clubs carrying flying winged-gorillas – happening…

… in the front of the enchanted dark-tower – WHERE THE BLOOD OF PETER, was hidden and safeguarded.

They both have only killed 3 of the brutal silver-backed apes, from the score of the army –while they ‘had’ injured many. This was a ‘tough’ fight, among Paul’s short-list of battle-missions, under-his-belt. These were tough-arsed-customers to beat – BECAUSE THEY TOO CAN FLY – and were powerfully-strong and aggressive in the air and…

… also, they WERE ‘TOO-MANY’ in numbers to focus-on…

… his electro-blasts from his fingers – were only stunting them – ‘not’ killing them.

Paul swooped to escape 4 charging flying primates, in mid-air… by dodging their fierce club-wielding – which occasionally on-the-turn, one of his crippled legs was hit… but due to ‘not-have-pain’ sensitivity to it – Paul survived…

And, hoping those cursed apes won’t hit him on the head – or else...

… its ‘game-over.’

Since-his electro-superpower blasters was ‘not’ effective – but Paul had a ruse – to take the ‘fight-up’ into the red-clouds, to get the height-advantage. And, he did a fast-180…

… to counterattack – he shot first-several times on the gorilla’s wings and second, on a-headshot – the dazed ape fell down, from the skies – to ‘plopping’ the sands, at great-height…

… to break a leg or a wing…

But he could ‘down’ only one-gorilla a time, as they were strong and also – they too were in attack-mode, where Paul ‘ran’ by flight-away…

… by flying even higher – and rinse-and-repeated his strategy by going into the atmosphere, using what-ever videogame strategy, he had learnt.

Meanwhile…

… his counterpart, the Red-one-armed demon did ‘not’ have a good run from the start-go – as the apes surround him and clubbed-on him bad.

Then…

… 2 of the flying gorillas grabbed his single-arm-demon and flew above the skies – and-with 3 more apes flew to follow-suit – with the rest of the pack of broken-winged gorillas, were ‘uugh-uugh’ sounding, in anticipation…

… from below, in the sands looking-up…

… from more than 100 meters above, they dropped Mercury down – and the next 3 apes, were clubbing and batting him around…

… like a demon-balloon in mid-air. Soon, the Red-demon smacked hurt on the sands, with the other-waiting broken-winged apes – then pounced at him, with their clubs.

Mercury was bloodied and seriously hurt – he has a broken horn, a few broken fanged-teeth – and he too lost his burning-sword… somewhere in the vast sand-dunes… of the battlefield. But, he did ‘not’ go down-fast – AS HE WAS STEADFAST – and he resorted to unarmed-combat, to fight-and-survive.

-O-

Up-above…

… 2-other African demons were having a birds-eye-view of the battlefield below – and they were both PLEASED OF THE OUTCOME of a victory.

The levitating BlackStar hag, in a flowing Rhino-cloak then spoke… to her minion-lieutenant, Popobawa – a bat-winged dwarf-demon…

“The Master-Asmodeus will be pleased with our proposition – when we use the Blood-of-peter as a bargain-chip of our African-demon-rights, of dominance-over the Diyu-clan – those-who are just mere economical and financial allies – whose presence was to corrupt – the All-father’s greed…

“… These inferior Chinese ghosts and demons should ‘go-home’ to diyu – and let our-own African-demons and their voodoos strive and – reign once again, in the Underworld!!!

“WE shall throw in a-bonus too – by serving His traitor-enemy, Mercury’s head in a silver-platter – as a peace-offering and seek forgiveness to the evil-one – for ‘our-own’ retaliation against Him.”

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THE BELL RANG FOR RECESS-TIME IN STAMFORD HIGH. Still in their classroom, Paul saw Jane sniffling, hold on to her Samsung-phone. The concerned cripple-boy, approached the sad blind-girl…

“Jane-you-okay? Is it your mother…? Did she call from the hospital?”

“No, she switched ‘off’ her phone… err, how did you ‘know… it was Mummy…?’”

“… yes, my Mom told me, in the morning ‘about-it’…”

“Paul – did your mother say… how did-it-go with my Daddy’s operation…?”

“No, she did ‘not’ mention ‘that’ – sorry…”

“I’ve… been in the ‘dark’ since… yesterday evening…”

She said with a whimper – Paul placed his hand on blind-Jane’s shoulder…

“Whatever-it-is – stay positive, Jane.”

… Jane nodded to the ‘blue-glow.’

-O-

Meanwhile…

... Peter, Jason and a few backbencher-PFC fans ran out, to the other side of the school’s building where a close to 100 cars were ‘camping’ in front of the closed main gate, of Stamford High School – with the excited-Peter ‘pointing’ at the cars, with his stump-arm and out-right bragged…

“Look-at-that, look-at-that… the ‘Perthians’ came over… to see ‘me’ play later!”

Soon their excitement ‘quadrupled,’ when the security-guard opened the front-gate – to let a TV media-crew van enter. The boys high-fived and were hugging one another, in joy.

“THEY came – we are LIVE, FROM Stamford HIGH… finally…!!!”

The backbencher boys sang their school’s anthem… aloud, in-passion.

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SIMY RETURNED FROM THE EXIT-DOOR OF ARGOVVA who smoked his-cheroot outside the building. She peeked-in at the surviving Virgo-Triplet, Dora – still unconscious, and hanging vertically in-the-air, by her tied wrists in the dungeon.

The AI ‘WROTE-OFF’ the Virgo, who would die bravely – like her sisters, in the hands of the Butcher.

SIMY flew… and went up to the direction of the stone steps, to the hidden-door of the honeymoon suite, and was shocked that in a blink-of-an-eye – there was a huge ‘time-lapse’ when she came and exited the antechamber – where – when she left to go to the dungeon, it was bride #597, in Math… Jane’s turn would be 69.

Now… it was bride #653… where Jane was now – the 13th-bride away…

It puzzled SIMY before-and-now, of the AI’s science & technology natured-background – to explain-logically ‘how’ time worked in the Underworld…where time was ‘eternal’ in some odd-reversed way…

In her own-fugitive stay, for over 2 months here-in-hell that were all-puzzling too – where this anomalous domain too operated of illogical-things, which were ‘not’ programmed into ‘her,’ when-she was built by Kimura Star Corp., that had did ‘not’ include any-supernatural and magic manuals in her ‘database’ inputs…

… but, of what SIMY was ‘seeing’ now… in front of her, via her-digital eyes, were – of such-demons and monsters… she had TO RELEARN HER LEARNING-algorithms too…

Since SIMY was ‘cursed’ too… at the thunderstorm, on dairy-farm in Treeton – she had ‘adapted’ her MIND-SHAPING ‘SYSTEM-TO-FIT’ the abnormalities in the Underworld… and the AI was-still learning and ‘experimenting’ on best-possibilities…

… of escapes-and-survival…

Right-now…

… ‘she’ was working with her algorithms of ‘learning’ the ancient Sumerian language – as the AI WANTED TO LEARN Asmodeus’ voice-command and speech-pattern…

… as fast as possible…

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THERE WERE NO CLASSES AFTER RECESS-PERIOD – as Stamford High was preparing for MAYOR OF PERTH, AS JOHN BLAKE’S political-based arrival…

… who was to officiate the PFC-Rematch…

… where the school was expected to have 5000 fans-arrival later.

They had used the larger basketball auditorium to house the bulk of the fans, with a large TV screen – because the courtyard gallery at the West-wing – could only squeeze to fully-max to accommodate, only 200 spectators.

Every staff of Stamford High was on their toes – in setting-up, the audio-visuals in the auditorium gym and beefing-up security, for event to go-on smoothly later. In the Principal’s office, Tom Harris was busy on the phones, for the last-minute catering-service for the mayor’s presence later. His personal-assistant, Muthoo Ganesan was also rushing in-and-out of the principal’s office, in his given tasks.

… Peter the show-off – had changed from the standard school-uniform into his sporting attire, and was swaggering-around, with his weapon-of-choice, Babolat in his ‘single’ hand – mingling with student-fans in the school’s hallway and was taking selfies.

While, his other ‘half’ of the PFC brand, had locked herself up in the girl’s room…

And, alone…

… blind-Jane was crying herself away, thinking of her daddy in the hospital…

… where her mummy-was…

… who had switched ‘off’ her Huawei-phone.

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THE TINY-ORB SIMY WAS PERCHED ABOVE in the chandelier-lights, in the honeymoon suite – and the AI HAD ‘LEARNED’ ENOUGH…

… of the horned Old-man’s VOICE-PATTERN TO form an ‘escape’ strategy – while-when OBSERVING AND ‘LISTENING’ to the King of Djinn...

… who ordered his commands around, with his handmaids and bodyguards... in his native tongue…

The demon-groom had just ‘blinded’ his bride #660, with his long, thumb-nails – where she would be Black-magically be pregnant-instantly – and-be SENT TO THE FACTORY – where she would be killed…

… after giving birth to a demonic-child…

And, everything was moving smoothly like precision-clockwork… in Asmodeus’ honeymoon rituals…

… the demons with the stretcher picked the wounded-girl from the blood-drenched, black linen mattress – SIMY followed them out, through the main-door…

-O-

… the stretcher-crew turned left, to the Factory – while SIMY-flew ahead…

… to the waiting room, and entered the door the moment, the palace-guards escorted #661 next to the honeymoon suite. The large-waiting room that ‘had’ accommodated hundreds…

… of young-girls earlier, WAS EMPTYING NOW…

… with the ‘hopeless-and-helpless’ aura of blind-Jane sitting-on the red-carpeted floor… with the surviving other-4 brides.

They were all sobbing softly – and if any girl would-to either wail-out aloud or go bat-crazy-hysterical… the terrifying-looking demon-guards WOULD STEP-IN howling-out louder– to intimidate them to be docile and submissive.

All girls were in trepidation-state, and never made eye-contact with the horrifying demons… and the 5 would-be brides in white-robes…

… have already ‘LOST’ THEIR HOPE-TO-LIVE… and had accepted their fate-to-die…

The approaching SIMY saw ‘that-look’ in the sobbing blind-girl, with her mascara ruined – who was a ‘Supe’ on earth-realm…

… but – was reduced to ‘none’…

… in the mysterious, dark Underworld domain.

The artificial intelligence had ‘not’ known Jane, to have ‘any’ superpowers ‘before’… when it was ‘serving’ her, at the Wilsons for 2 years – but ‘SOMETHING-SUPERNATURAL’ had happened to HER AND HER FRIENDS in the Treeton field trip…

… because of the EVIDENCE OF ‘SEEING’ blind-Jane and crippled-Paul, as 2 cosmic-fiery beings – and both were ‘FIGHTING-AERIAL’ ABOVE the Graylands Mental-Hospital…

… when summoned BY SEEIN…

… to tell both of then – TO ‘NOT’ FIGHT and make-peace.

-O-

The tiny orb, that of a size of a needle’s eye floated into the sobbing blind-Jane’s earlobe, to console her…

… and, SPEAKING TO HER, IN HER-MOTHER – Shelley Wilson’s voice…

“Jane, are you alright, dear?”

“No-Mummy, I’m scared – I want to go-home, and wake-up in my bed – and wished ‘nothing’ this dreadfulness, had ever-happened…”

“Jane… you know that is ‘not’ possible, right? … because you had ‘entered’ Alicia’s mind, when at the hospital… and you are SOME-HOW ‘TRAPPED’ IN IT NOW – but don’t worry nor despair-dear – as, I WILL ‘RESCUE’ YOU, and all-you have to ‘do-is’ – JUST ‘PLAY’ ALONG, my-daughter…”

“I’m scared to play-along – that Old-man… is going to rape me… I want to go-home…”

“Now-now Jane-dear, just get a-hold of yourself – ‘TRUST-ME’ IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE – obey my instructions and DO ‘NOT’ HESITATE TO FOLLOW – as I ‘know’ your-past – and you had been a bratty argumentative-rebel… when we-both grew-up together in your house, and me…

“…having troubles dealing with you before…

“But if you want-to ‘survive’ tonight… JANE-YOU HAVE TO CHANGE: - and you ‘listen-and-obey’ to what I say – and ONLY IF YOU HAD ‘DONE’ that, then, you can go home, to Perth…CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME, dear…?”

“… yes… Mummy…”

“Good-girl, now play-along… and WAIT FOR MY ‘INSTRUCTIONS,’ when you get there.”

The blind-girl nodded, and the tiny, speck of the yellow-orb, floated away – to follow the next-bride #662, who was taken-away…

… by the palace-demon-guards, to the next room…

… the honeymoon suite.

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AT NOON WITH NO CLASS LESSONS, most of the Stamford-students headed to the auditorium-gym, where Coach Jonah who was having basketball playoffs, to select the top-6 players for the first-team – who would be representing their school, in the next season – where Jason Lang was also in-trial…

… Peter with his Babolat, was in the side-line, cheering aloud for his ‘minion’…

Outside…

… the school’s main-gate was opened – and the ‘last-minute’ invitation was accepted by the PFC supporters… who then by drones, rushing-in to fill-up the empty-auditorium-gym.

The PFC’s fans came-to-see game-in-the-court later– but they-saw, the one-armed Peter who was ‘seen’ cheering for a-player in-particular the court, playing basketball. Fans were videoing Peter on their cell-phone, and some even called out his name…

… soon the playoff ended, and Coach Jonah assembled all the 15 players, to sit in a circle at the centre of the court. The Head-coach announced his ‘first’ choice-selection, of the 6-in-the-first team…

… Jason Lang was ‘not’ selected…

… from the side-lines, the one-armed yelled at the coach, that it was unfair and booed at the ‘old-man’ – IT CREATED A RIPPLE-EFFECT…

… when the PFC fans also started booing too, shouting-out curses at Coach Jonah.

The old coach walked-fast to his office nearby… him cursing too under-his breath…

“… Bloody-Bogans!”

The fans saw Peter consoling Jason at the side-line – and fans were wondering where the blind-girl was at… whom…

… they had driven down-over, to support her…

-O-

Jane Wilson was still-locked herself-up, in the girl’s room – crying… thinking of her beloved-daddy…

-O-

Paul Walker too did ‘not’ see Jane, since their recess-break – and thought she was getting ready for the rematch later. He wheelchaired to the west-wing where the gym was…

… to keep an-eye of his Cursed-twin’s ‘play.’

… if the situation in Perth, came to push-and-shove – Paul would for the greater-good, implement his Plan-B… which WAS TO KILL THE ‘VESSEL.’

The cripple-tween came to the entrance of the gym and saw chaos with the Coach Jonah hurrying away, from the intimidating PFC fans – who were loudly cursing and, pelting him with their half-eaten packed-lunch.

… Paul sighed deep… when he discovered that HIS TWIN WAS THE ONE who had created the mass-ruckus.

-O-

His iPhone buzzed a notification – his heart pounded fast, as it was Lily Wang had ‘called’…

… and the last time, she had rung him – was when the ‘cousin’ who had ‘scared-the-living-daylight’ out of him – informing…

… of Alicia was hanging, on a thread of life-or-death.

But he can’t receive phone-calls in the vicinity of the school, via cellphones…

… because after the phone-bomb incident, Stamford High had installed ‘signal-jammers’ to deter students from using their phones during school-periods.

So, Paul rushed-in on his wheelchair out – all-the-way to the lobby, where he could ‘get’ reception, to call Cousin-Lily back.

As he wheeled himself over, he saw hordes of more PFC fans, coming into the school and were headed to the auditorium. Those fans came IN ALL SHAPES, SIZES AND ‘COLOURS.’

The few dark-complexion folks stood-out among the Caucasians and the Asian – where there were some Aboriginal folks who came, and Stanford High have some-students of their race. But one shaven-head, dark-man STUCK-OUT MOST, and he looked ‘more’ African…. than of a native Aboriginal – although having the ‘same’ complexion…

“… maybe he was Akatendeka’s rello-uncle – Jane’s friend, the Zimbabwean senior student – and the ‘uncle’ is a PFC fan too...’ Paul initially thought as he was wheel-chairing over…

… but when they passed-across each-other… Paul felt more ‘curious’ as he had seen the man somewhere before on TV, like a famous celebrity-of-sorts…

… but can’t place the name-to-the-face...

…he was tall… bald… and had his-one arm-injured, in a sling…

Then the crippled-tween on the wheelchair had A SUDDEN-OMG moment…

… to ‘realize’ it was Hajji…

‘… what is this murderer and child-snatcher doing here – is he a PFC fan too?’

-O-

More than 2 months ago…

… Hajji and Paul were at the South Perth Zoo – but both had ‘not’ encountered ‘each-other,’ back-then…

… on that night, during the Samuel Wilson abduction case.

This afternoon…

… he looked different from his police mug-shot without his dreadlocks.

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IN THE DEEP DARK JUNGLE OF CONGO, the skies were darkening like it was night-time…

… when was the FULL-ECLIPSE OF THE SUN occurred…

… that would last for more than 30-minutes…

-O-

… meanwhile…

… SIMY at the Underworld, perched-above secretly, at the honeymoon suite – noticed the horned, prune-wrinkled Old-man was ‘unsteady’ as he went completely-blind – when he himself after-had blinded his bride #665…

He was about the fall, and was caught-back to his feet, by the Head-handmaid and his righthand-man bodyguard…

Asmodeus was totally-blind, but he was standing steady-upright with, his 2-stick clutches, mention that HE IS ‘ALRIGHT’ – and told everyone in the antechamber, that the cause of his temporary-blindness was due to the African-Sun-Eclipse… which would ‘pass-soon’…

… and he would soon ‘see’ again… in his one good eye.

SIMY learned ‘what-was’ spoken, by ‘her’ inbuilt translator-system, of the Sumerian language – and understood of what the ‘chaos’ was all-about – and took the Intel… for her ‘added-advantage.’

The eye-patched Head-handmaid then spoke…

“O, Master… do you still want’ to continue the honeymoon ritual…?”

The horned-Old-man licked his upper-lips…

… and nodded… with a dirty-grin…

… saving his-best ‘taste,’ for last…

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THE STAMFORD HIGH MARCHING-BAND played aloud, ushering in the Mayor of Perth … into the over 5000 filled PFC fans, into the auditorium.

Earlier, the boot-licking Principle Tom Harris had received a call by the billionaire John Blake, that he would be attending the PFC-rematch for some ‘PR-stunt’ for furthering his good-image building…

… as a follow-up to his Mayor Challenge Cup – which was held to commemorate… the recent TRAGEDY OF THE PHONE-BOMBING, in the school.

In the gym…

…highlighted with a big-screened TV-monitor, the principle of Stamford High… calling on the VVIP to the podium, to officiate the event. Everyone cheered at the waving politician – who came-up the short-steps, of the stage… where he was to give a brief-opening.

But the moment the oily John Blake had touched-on of the ‘sensitive’ subject, of the school’s phone-bombing – the crowd became rowdy and booed him off-stage. The mayor’s 2 bodyguards shielded him, from the pelting of the fans’ half-eaten dessert.

Meanwhile outside, the west-wing… Peter was the first to enter the tennis court, in front of 200 screaming teenagers-fan girls of both the school’s and the outside, die-hard ‘Perthian’ fans – who were seated at the gallery – and they all spotted the same Jane Wilson’s hair-do, of blonde-dreadlocks… and everyone wore Oakley sunnies. The pleased, Peter waved at them, with his Babolat… and soon the girls were chanting synonymously…

“PFC-PFC – PERTH’S FAMOUS-COUPLE-PFC!”

“PFC-PFC – PERTH’S FAMOUS-COUPLE-PFC!”

The one-armed boy saw his opponents stepping next, into the court – and the girl-fans booed and jeered at them. His main ‘nemesis’ Douglas Zimmerman… looked weak and-unwell – after Peter had cursed him ‘enough’ with negative-emotions – that he had a slight fever today, and even below-the-weather, but-he pushed himself to come-out-and-play.

And-so, was his pathetic-partner, Zoe Williams, who had ‘not’ healed well from, a twisted wrist – that was still swollen for 2 weeks-straight – that-was wrapped-pretty in wrist-guard, that she wore.

… Peter peered-hard at his opponent’s coach – the EX-AUSTRALIAN INTERNATIONAL…

… Steve ‘#&%@’ Connery…

…who was whispering – to Doug ‘some’ secret-winning tactics.

Everyone outside of 200 students sitting in the arvo, with humid heat… and were sweating behind their Oakley-sunnies – waiting for their fave-celebrity of Perth – their beloved blind-Jane Wilson, who was no-where to be seen…

… the discomforted fan-girls began to chant for ‘her,’ and soon there was a ripple-effect on the 5000 fans, gathered in the air-conditioned, auditorium-gym…

“JANE-JANE-JANE – PFC!”

“JANE-JANE-JANE – PFC!”

By now, Peter was both worried and angry…

‘…where are you, Janey…? DID YOU SABOTAGE ME – to embarrasses me – in front of the ‘brand,’ you bloody-blind-school!!?’

-O-

“JANE-JANE-JANE – PFC!”

“JANE-JANE-JANE – PFC!”

From the changing room of the gym, a composed Jane stood-up from the bench – after ‘talking-and-hugging,’ Coach Amy Bixby-Connery…

-O-

The blind-girl finally emerged into the arena, wearing her AI-assist, Boyyo headset and with a Wilson racquet, in her hand. Seeing her, all the fans were blissed with wild-cheering and, standing ovation for a hero’s-welcome.

… Peter sighed-in relieved, that Jane finally came – LATE-THAN-NEVER – but… the delayed anticipation HAD WORKED-UP the crowd, with their deserving delayed gratification.

The quiet Jane stood beside Peter, and he teased her…

“Why the long-face, Janey? Smile-smile – this is your ‘moment – capture’ it…”

“My poor-father is in the hospital and here I am, stuck with you, playing some stupid-racquet ball game, and now you tell me, to smile…? I can’t bloody-fake my emotions like you-Peter, I bloody-can’t…”

The umpire began the PFC-rematch – Jane took the first serve…

… the fans roared-out when the blind-tween took the first point.

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THE LAST BRIDE #666, THE AURA OF THE 18-YEAR-OLD aura of Jane Wilson, who…

… was led into the honeymoon suite. Old-man Asmodeus the bridegroom, who was still ‘totally-blind’ due to the Eclipse of the African-Sun.

The handmaids sprinkled lots of pungent flower petals on the blood-soggy honeymoon-bed, which the petals gave hallucination-effect… with 3 high-priest seated on the floor, chanting Blackmagic-spells-rituals.

The handmaids disrobed the sobbing Jane, and made her lay on the bed – tiny-orb SIMY who was perched above, flew down close to the blind-girl…

… then 4 women caught blind-Jane’s 4 limbs, and stretched her wide like a-star – as the horned-Old-groom came forward…

The pinhead-sized SIMY flew over, to the Head-handmaid’s earlobe – the AI simulated ASMODEUS’ VOICE, AND GAVE AN ORDER in the Sumerian-tongue…

“I’m blind, you stupid-wench – ‘GUIDE’ ME to her!”

The eye-patched Head-handmaid – AUTOMATICALLY LET GO of Jane’s right foot…

… and caught hold of her master’s hip – SIMY whizzed over-fast to Jane’s earlobe – screaming…

“JANE! KICK-HARD-NOW!!!”

The blind-girl followed the command to-a-T – her RIGHT LEG KICKED-UP vertical-hard, at the Old-main’s groins. Chaos broke in the antechamber, when the old naked Asmodeus collapsed-hard to the floor, YELLING IN-PAIN… clenching onto his nut-sack…

“Jane, get-off fast on your left-side of bed – QUICK, PICK-UP YOUR ROBE, on the floor – run forward 20 paces – there is a wall, go 3 paces to the left – and SLAM YOUR RIGHT HAND, on the wall’s panel…”

“The Blind-in-betweener is escaping…!” Cried the Head-handmaid aloud.

The drunk door-guards and Asmodeus’ bodyguards were ‘slow’ to counter-react to the well-oiled escape-game-plan…

The secret-hidden, panel-door CLOSED TO THEM from inside – while the shrieking Jane and SIMY escaped…

… by running down the stone-steps fast – to the basement-dungeon.

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PAUL LOST HAJJI, WHO HE HAD FOLLOWED among last-minute PFC-fans rush-in… to fill-up the auditorium, to see the rematch. From his stopped wheelchair… and Paul panicked, on his seat. He took out his iPhone and…

… CALLED HIS INSPECTOR-MOM to alert her…

… and, after 6 long-rings… the anxious-driven son got through Caroline…

… who was investigating a shooting scene in the medical store, with eyewitness said-that a wounded Black-man shooter – was suspected to rob for medical supplies and pain-meds.

“Mom! This’s Poe…! I saw Hajji just-now! He is here in school, to ‘see’ the rematch…!”

“Paul… CALL SECURITY AND ALERT THEM, QUICK… I’m coming over… and you stay-put – and don’t do anything ‘stupid.’ The panicking inspector-mom cautioned…

“…what stupid can I do…? I’m a cripple…”

He heard his mother’s voice crying out to her men, that HAJJI WAS IN STAMFORD HIGH, before the line cut…

… Paul too double-backed… to the school’s security office.

-O-

The Black-man was disorientated as he made way, to the full-packed auditorium, where the fans were watching the big screen of the first set, playing outside in the court. He lost a lot of blood and was weak and… was in deep-pain…

… swearing aloud in his native-Nigerian-tongue in the fans-noisy gym… as he dried-swallowed meds, from a pill-bottle for quick-relief…

He looked up at the big screen and saw the blind-girl serving the ball, from across to her opponent – it was the ‘SAME’ BLONDE-GIRL – who had hurt him before, when she blasted her Supe-powers, injuring his shoulder and hip ‘when’ he had morphed, into the black panther. Later ‘they’ even ‘stole’ his human-sacrifice offering to Mother Blackstar – as the blind-one and her posse…

…then HAD RESCUED JAHEEM at the zoo…

… since then… he fell off from the favours of Blackstar, who looked at him as a failure – because of ‘this’ blind girl's interference. But he summoned the African deity later… to forgive him – and Mother had given HIM- ‘2ND-CHANCE’ AGAIN…

… he was to go and abduct this boy-Jaheem again – as a blood-sacrifice – but-again…

...the blind girl's mother shot him, and...

... HE WAS NOW DYING…

Before he died this day…

… he swore vengeance – BY KILLING THE BLIND-GIRL – to get even.

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IN THE WHITE ROBE, BLIND-JANE’S AURA… RAN DOWN THE STONE-STEPS with SIMY guiding her, into the dark belly of the basement. Jane felt ‘weird’ from-the-inside-and-out – when the white-robe that she wore was getting looser, by the second...

She instantly stopped, and asked…

“SIMY, I ‘don’t’ feel good – ‘what’ IS HAPPENING TO ME…?”

The AI was SURPRISED TOO… that Jane had gotten ‘shorter’…

“Wow-Jane! It seems you had turned from being an 18-year-old, to BE BACK TO YOUR 12-year-old-self – how is this transformation possible…from a teen back to a tween, in the Underworld?”

Jane thought a bit… before saying…

“It’s MY ‘BEACON,’ I guess – Peter is somewhere in-here…!” She exclaimed and realizing, that her superpowers were back…

… they both heard Asmodeus army demon-guards following behind them, with burning torches. She felt her ‘cursed’ superpower of sight was ‘returning’ too – and the blind-tween ‘saw’ the tiny-yellow orb, with her 3rd-eye…

“SIMY… I can ‘see’ you, for the first-time… since coming here… to hell…”

“Hi-Ya Jane… let’s go…”

They both ‘flew’ down, to be faster… to reach the torture-dungeon in the basement…

-O-

“WHERE ARE TRAITORS… you Virgo-bitch!!? SPEAK NOW…!!!”

Argovva the Butcher was torturing the screaming-leader of the Rebel-Virgo, Dora – by pulling her fingernails with a plyer…

At a near-distance, Jane heard her cries of pain…

“It’s my ‘sister’ Dora… she is in trouble!”

“No-Jane… we don’t have time for ANY SEARCH-AND-RESCUE mission– Asmodeus’ army is coming – YOU WILL BE RECAPTURED again!”

“No-SIMY! I ‘must’ save her!”

She flew at the direction, where the cries of help were coming – in the voice of Shelley Wilson, the AI called out to her…

“Jane, come back here this instance!”

Jane reached the door of the dungeon – and was horrified when she saw the dead-Virgos –beheaded and body-parts dismembered, on the dirty-floor. She saw a huge-demon, towering-over, hurting Dora – and had removed 4 of her fingernails.

The angry-blind-girl… surprised the Head Executioner by blazing her fiery-blast – it was a good and clean ‘hue-cut’ – as the butcher’s severed ‘hand’ holding the plyer, that dropped on the dirty-bloodied floor.

“… the Blind-one…? Aaarrrgghhh … How did you bloody escape!!?”

Cried the horrific, boiled-faced demon, IN-TO HIS ‘OWN’ PAIN – of his just-maimed arm.

But the creature recovered fast… as it grabbed the machete on the table, with its ‘good’ hand – and the butcher charged at Jane. Through her 3rd-eye, she saw the ‘red’ shadow-blob, in war-cries – racing over, for a killer-wielding-swing strike to her neck…

… Jane blasted his machete holding arm off…

“AAARRRGGHHH!!!”

Argovva was in total-shocked to see his ‘both’ bloodied stump-arms, before his eyes. In pain, he looked down at the small-sized girl… in an over-sized white-robe, who had took-off-both his arms. Salivating, the injured butcher spat and cursed profanities, in the Sumerian-tongue…

“I don’t know what, you bloody just-said, Mr. Ugly – but you have a ‘really’ bad-mouth!”

Jane shot a fiery-blast at his ‘mouth’ – the Underworld’s Head Executioner, Argovva’s head exploded…

… and his towering headless body, fell down-hard backwards, on the floor.

The blind-girl rushed to the seated Dora, who was in the state-of-passing out – and Jane hugged her. In a weak voice, Dora whispered back, to the sniffling Jane…

“… sister Jane, you came… for me…”

“… sorry, I was ‘late’ …now, Reita and Mira are dead…”

SIMY in the hologram form, of Shelley Wilson at the door – called out in desperation…

“QUICK-JANE… the soldiers are coming!”

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PAUL WALKER JUST REACHED THE Stamford High’s Security office…

… and peeked in to see some unfamiliar faces, busy coordinating… with the school’s Head of Security, Sylvester Bick – who were all monitoring TV screens, of A RIOT TRANSPIRED a moment ago at the school’s front gate…

… when the security guards and the Mayor’s personal-police – had blocked the entry of PFC fans from coming-in, BECAUSE THE AUDITORIUM was jam-packed full.

A worried woman in-charge spoke out…

“This is bad – our main priority is the Mayor’s safety.”

“This is all the staff I have, on this shift – can you CALL FOR BACK-UP, Agent Sanders?” The Security-head, Bick answered.

From his wheelchair, PAUL CALLED-OUT…

“Mr Bick! Mr Bick, the KILLER HAJJI IS HERE, in school – at the gym-auditorium!”

The adults glanced at the tween a moment… and ignored him…

… they then continued back, with their ‘CONCERN’ OF THE MAYOR’S SAFETY. Paul spoke again, in a firm voice…

“Hajji is ‘here’ – MY MOTHER TOLD ME to alert you-all – she is coming over now!”

“Get outta here, YOU PRANKSTER! Or I’ll report you to the Principle, Paul Walker!”

Ever since the Terry Donavan’s electrocution incident… Paul was ‘seen’ by the SHS security as a troublemaker-on-a-wheelchair, who they kept an eye-on, under the principal’s orders.

“Look-here Mr Bick… my mother, Det. Insp WALKER TOLD ME TO ALERT you, okay?”

The annoyed cripple spoke-out – and the woman, Agent Sanders responded…

“So… you ‘are’ the infamous inspector’s son, in-person – the late CTU Agent, Joe Dickson had shared with us your files of – of what you pulled-out at the zoo with your Facebook-mates, by ‘freeing’ all those monkeys, with your mastermind-operation. You-wait Paul Walker… soon we will ‘dig-into’ some actual concrete facts-and-proofs – and the Mayor’s office will come for you-all!”

Paul’s jaw-dropped… when he heard of the false-accusations on him from this woman, WHOM HE HARDLY-KNEW – then he heard Mr. Bick too, shouting at him…

“GET-OUTTA HERE! If there was any ‘such’ danger in the school… let your mother HERSELF COME-HERE – and ‘she’ inform me, BUT ‘NOT’ YOU!”

The fuming Paul wheelchaired himself out of the security-office, feeling outraged. He headed fast to the auditorium-gym to do…

… the ‘DAMAGE-CONTROL’ all-by-himself…

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SIMY IN-THE HOLOGRAM OF SHELLEY WILSON led the way, with blind-Jane shouldering the injured teen-rebel Dora, following behind. The Al led the girls, to the far-back – and pointed a metal closed-door.

“Jane, open the door – and we escape from this hell-hole.”

Jane lifted the heavy-latch – and was ‘not’ physically strong to open it…

“… stand back, everyone...”

… the blind-girl held both her hands-out and blasted the metal door. After a dozen fiery-bolts, the large heavy-door dented and flew off-the-hinges – dropping outwards and scrapping on the tarmac street-road… of the back-alley of Asmodeus Royale Grand Palace Hotel.

The 3 of them stepped out of the building – Jane turned to the AI hologram…

“SIMY, take Dora to safety – I’m GOING IN, to get Peter.”

“WHAT ARE you insane Jane??? We had ‘just’ escaped, and NOW YOU WANT to endanger yourself… and RISK BEING CAPTURED AGAIN!!!”

“YES-SIMY… I ‘must’ do this – you safeguard Dora… NOW-GO…!”

Jane flew into the gap-holed, of the rear-end of the hotel building – immediately… she encountered 5 noisy, Imperial demon-guards charging at her…

… she blasted her way through them… spewing guts and limbs, along her-way.

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WITH A DEATH-WISH ON HIS HEAD, the disorientated, jihadist Hajji… was planning his attack. He had 2 guns tugged under his shirt, but ‘only’ one good arm to shoot, while the other in a sling…

… and his kill-target, Jane Wilson – who was outside the packed-auditorium, in the tennis-court, playing-ball.

The only entrance out to tennis-court at the west-wing… but was guarded by 2-armed Mayor’s personal-police and 2 other school-security – who were ‘not’ allowing any PFC fans out, as the galley was maxed, with 200 die-hard supporters.

He was a fugitive of one of the Perth’s MOST-WANTED MAN, who was in the hiding from the law for 2 months – but was NOW ‘TRAPPED’ IN A JAM-PACKED auditorium – of more than 5000 fans… seated and standing in the ON THE BASKETBALL COURT, WATCHING the match on the big screen.

He observed that the mayor of Perth was at the front-row in the VVIP section… and he was closely guarded by bodyguards and his personal-police. He would to wait-it-out until the game was over…

… when his ‘target,’ the blind-cursed-girl to come into the auditorium – where…

… he would ‘finally’ execute her-dead.

He was distracted by the roar of the spectators… clapping-out loud and cheering wild – when the ‘Perth’s Famous Couple’ had won the first set 6-3, in 23 minutes.

Then he panicked when he saw his biggest ‘threat’ – he saw the ‘DYNAMIC-FURRY-DUO’ were both in the basketball court, walking among the standing fans…

‘Oh-no! shit-shit-shit…’

Piper and Kitty were sniffing out the blood-trail, from the warehouse hideout to the school – and they would go into their instant SEARCH-AND-DESTROY deadly-instinct – if they ever-found him…

The cautious Hajji was-on the move too, circling the large auditorium… avoid the dogs’ detection – and he was…

… trigger-ready for a canine attack.

-O-

Peter had a good game so far… and made fewer mistakes – his other part of the PFC brand was playing magnificently – and their spectators loved it…

… but Jane was ‘not’ talking to him nor communicating, in their play-coordination – neither he was ‘not’ complaining, as THEY HAD WON THE FIRST SET…

… as Jane had used HER MAGIC-BULLET… her 3rd-eye.

Both the teams were walking over to change court before they play the 2nd set – Peter observed Coach Connery was giving instructions to Doug and Zoe, while he was pointing at-him and Jane, from the other side of the court…

‘Oh-yeah, Steve Connery – you and wifey had beaten the PFC before, in the Mayor’s Cup – oh-yeah…. you have ‘bullied’ those handicap-kids before, in your country-club… now, you want TO DUPLICATE YOUR WIN ‘AGAIN,’ by pitting some abled-bodied kids, against us…

‘How ‘low’ can you-go!’

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IN THE BACK STREETS, THE YELLOW ORB hovered over the injured sole survivor-leader, of the Rebel Virgo. Dora was panting in pain, stumbling herself-away in the lonely street, with broken ribs…

“Faster Dora – OR-ELSE, you will get caught again – damn-that-Jane…!”

-O-

Jane flew into the belly of the dark basement tunnel-passages. She heard angry voices in Argovva’s torture room – and snuck-up to discover the bulk of the army of demon-guards, were speaking in Sumerian… over the dead, headless body of their Head Executioner, sprawled limbless on the floor.

The blind-Supe-girl surprised them – by blasting fiery-bolts, from her fists. They were no match for her – the guards too were piled up dead, over-one another on the floor.

Blind-Jane in an oversized white-robed, with #666 written in blood on the back – was ‘still’ as she saw the carnage, beneath her feet. She was then blind-sensing where her ‘beacon’ was – who was ‘not’ far-ahead… held-up in captivity.

She flew right into dark-tunnel hollows using her 3rdeye for guidance, and then encountered THOUSANDS OF BATS attacking her. She blasted away… but the critters were too-many, clawing her face and bites all over her body – weakening Jane… who then dropped on the floor bed…

… and her white-robe was black, entirely covered… with bats biting and sucking her blood…

She then combusted into her cosmic-entity – STARGIRL PERSONA – as she exploded-out into golden-fires, the bats were burnt into crisp and scattered dead on the ground. StarGirl then proceeded… and flew-up in-search of Peter. But somehow the Blackmagic present there, was stronger – and it confused her, as the air was thinning…

… the cosmic-persona was disorientated… and was flying haywire with fewer less flames. Her 3rd-eye blurred, and blind-Jane smack-hitting on a wall, at the end of the dark tunnel. Falling on her face… she recuperated on the ground, groaning in the dark.

Jane sat in the dark, and wondered ‘what’… she-had hit into…

She stood up on her feet… and lit her right fist into a flaming-torch – and saw in the luminous… the blind-girl noticed a concrete wall, which was draped with a large red-curtain…

‘What is behind the curtain?’

She blasted a fist-sized hole in the curtain-centre – and, as Blackmagic hex-fabric burnt outwards, she ‘saw’ with her 3rd-eye – A PORTAL OPENING, that was embedded in the concrete wall…

… Jane flew into the void, before it ‘closed’… when the curtain burnt-out completely…

Jane came-out at the other end of the portal, and levitated – it was a prison dungeon with empty cages… with dusted-old broken-skeletons. She then sensed…

… her beacon was still ‘alive’ – and she searched by flying to the end, on top of the metal-pens…

… and there he ‘was’…

… on-an ‘upside-down’ crucifix…

… the still Peter was tied to the wooden-cross, with tight-ropes bound to his ‘limbs’ – into his missing left-hand was MOULDED ‘CLAY ARM,’ attached to his stump-arm.

Jane’s aura saw THE ‘SOUL’ OF PETER – who was sleeping upside-down…

“Peter… wake-up!”

Jane went behind the crucifix and used the-fire from her fingers to burn the ropes – but she made a ‘mistake’ and burnt the bound of his feet, in the upside-down cross…

“Janey… is that you? Where am I?”

Jane was mad…

“Well-Peter, you have ‘MESSED-UP’ BIG – and now you are in the belly of the Underworld – and I have to bloody-travel A LONG-WAY TO-GET HERE – to save your BLOODY-ARSE FROM HELL!”

“Janey… are you angry?”

Before he got a response… his released-feet came thumping down from upside-down crucifix – now, he was in an awkward-kneeling… in an uncomfortable position, head and hands were-still tied in ropes.

“How-long was I out? It felt like… forever…” Peter said, in a nasal-voice.

The quiet, Jane next burnt the ties on his left hand – the rope broke…

“Crikey! What is this…clay shit…? It looks like my prostatic-arm, that I boxed-useless in my garage – bloody thing is attached to my-stump – how do I bloody-get it ‘off?’”

The blind-girl cut-him-lose, burning the last right-hand bound – she walked-up with her back to him, and the one-armed-tween, saw her in-silence… since her ‘last’ outburst – he ‘complimented’…

“Hey-Janey… what that cool trench-coat robe you are wearing there? It looks good on you – what’s that #666 printed in-red…?”

“Well I was the 666th bride of the HORNY-OLD-MAN – and before he raped me – and I’d kicked HIS BLOODY-balls and I escaped here – to GET TO YOU-YOU FOOL…!”

The-now angered one-armed Peter, stood with the clay-arm, dangling loose…

“WHAT-JANEY!!? Who that bloody-old man tried to rape you? HOW DARE of him that he tried to sexually assault MY ‘GIRLFRIEND?’ Janey, you bloody-TAKE ME TO HIM – and, I ‘will’ bloody-DEAL WITH HIM…!!!”

Jane sighed deep, and ignited a shouting-match…

“Stop with the macho-strutting – it’s Asmodeus, you bloody-moron – you are no match to him… and YOU CAN’T ‘fight’ him-he WILL KILL YOU – or recapture you… just like he trapped you IN-HERE like a VERMIN-RAT!”

“… huh… is Asmodeus even-real?”

“YES, HE bloody-is ‘real’ – and furthermore I’m ‘NOT’ YOUR GIRLFRIEND any-more – it had been more than 2 weeks, since we broke-up, in EARTH-TIME!”

“WHAT!!? We broke-up? When? WHY…?” The aura of Peter was totally baffled…

“You ASKED WHY…? We broke-up SINCE YOU MADE a blood-sacrifice to Asmodeus to BLOODY SERVE him as YOUR GOD!”

“BLASPHEMY! I did ‘not’ do no such thing – I’m a STAUNCH-CATHOLIC, why would I ‘serve’ other lesser-gods. And, for-your-info, all the BLOOD-DONATION I did was to your Uncle Jack… and my ‘intention’ to make a BLOOD-VIAL ‘gift,’ for you…

The moment he said ‘that’ – Jane thought, what Venus had ‘said’ to her before…

“You BLOODY-MORON! That is THE BLOOD, that-Asmodeus had ‘stolen’ – Why did you do a STUPID THING like that!!?”

“…BECAUSE I love you Jane-Wilson – and I wanted to PROFESS MY LOVE to you-Janey, as MY soul-mate – just like Billy-Bob did-to JOLIE, okay!!?

“Jolie WHO…???”

“Sheez-MY BAD! Blind-girls don’t WATCH NETFLIX…”

“HEY-Peter, right-now, WE HAVE TO FIND THAT blood-vial – and Venus, told me to DESTROY IT – before Asmodeus ‘USES’ IT!”

“Venus WHO…???”

Before Peter got an answer – he heard scary-sounding of angry-voices coming ahead…

“The Army has FOUND US! Peter… we MUST RUN!”

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IN THE DARKENED AUDITORIUM, THE CROWD OF PFC FANS gasped aloud, seeing-on the big-screen of the opponent were now ‘into’ the game…

… when they tied the score to 2-2 in the 2nd set. In the same gym, Paul was finding for Hajji, who was ‘somewhere’ among the standing 1000 fans, jam-packed on the basketball court.

The cripple-boy felt like ‘kicking’ himself in his-own-butt – for following his mom’s instruction of alerting the security – where it turned out ‘EVERYONE’ THOUGHT, THAT HE was their-serious ‘threat,’ rather-than the actual-criminal-murderer Hajji.

He had FORGOTTEN ABOUT Cousin-Lily’s call from the hospital, as his focus was…

… to Hajji…

Now, Paul had to get his own hands ‘dirty’ when he searched around to take-down Hajji by himself on this Monday – AND, ‘WAS’ IT A COINCIDENCE – that Hajji might-be ‘here,’ to do…

… ‘some’ unknown bidding for the success of Asmodeus, to walk in Perth?

… if the opponents were now ‘into’ the endgame – and if they were ever-winning – Paul had to resort to his Plan-B, which was to kill his twin…

… who was Asmodeus’ vessel.

-O-

The injured and bleeding Nigerian was walking in calculated-circles – and chanting whispers of Blackmagic of ‘deception,’ so that he would ‘not’ be recognized-by fans and, by the ‘hunting’ dogs. He stayed-close to the guarded VVIP section, where the Mayor and SHS principle were seated, watching the game.

A TV cameraman had SPOTTED PIPER IN THE CROWD – and before-long, the TV live-feed was on the sport-commentator announced that Jane Wilson’s Hero-dog…

… was IN-THE-HOUSE – to see his-master play ball.

The entire 5000 spectators cheered in glee when they saw the Hero-dog in the big-screen – Piper got distracted in his scent – when they cheered his ‘name,’ and those around him, were grabbing and petting him, where he is now the ‘centre’ of attraction, in the arena…

… BUT ‘NOT’ KITTY – the trained-on blood-scenting Belgian Malinois, pursued the ‘search-and-destroy.’

Even the politically motived Mayor was excited, shouting-out…

“Get me-that Hero-dog – he deserves a medal!”

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IN THE UNDERWORLD DUNGEON, PETER WAS horrified when the first-time, witnessing … gruesome and aggressive creatures and hybreeds coming-at, to ‘kill’ them – as he had ‘not’ been-on the astral-escapades before… ‘consciously’…

... unlike JANE AND PAUL who…

…had, in their ‘own’ first-hand dangerous experiences, into the Dark-world realm… whereas, Peter was reduced, just as a mere ‘captured-soul,’ as to-be an Asmodeus’ vessel.

Now, he stood behind his ex-girlfriend, in her long-white robe…

… who was fighting the monsters, like a shooter-videogame…

… by firing fiery-bolts, from both of her fist…

“RUN Peter! There are TOO ‘MANY’ OF THEM!”

Hollering-out, the fear-driven Peter… scrammed the scene, clinching-onto his dangling clay-arm. He was chased by a long-limbed amphibian-demon… who had escaped, by leapfrogging from the range of blind-Jane’s deadly blasts…

… the green-creature was on hot-pursue 360, in the tunnel – as it frogged-from ground to a wall and to ceiling in loops – before-long, the frog-like demon leapt ahead, in-front of the one-armed tween. Peter in his own reflex-action, swung his clay-arm, that square-hit its face – but the demon-frog recovered its momentum, by somersaulting behind, and stuck itself hard, onto Peter’s back – forcing the boy to fall down on his face. The creature, then bit his screaming head, from above…

From the back… Jane blasted the frog-dead…

“COME-ON Peter… get-up and RUN…!”

Cried Jane, who flew-over, dragging his arm… to escape…

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THE AUDITORIUM’S CROWD ROARED WHEN JANE SLAMMED the ball, to get another point. The umpire announced the score was 6-5 – in the 2nd-set, and was ‘match-point’ – the 200 die-hard girls-fans, in their Jane-lookalike garb, in the gallery were chanting-out aloud…

“GO! PFC-GO!”

“GO! PFC-GO!”

Beside her, was the equally excited and thrilled, one-armed Peter with his Babolat, in his gloved good hand. He recalled the ‘COINCIDENCE’ THAT WAS HAPPENING – which was a similar deja vu score happened – as in the viral video, with the PFC winning 7-5…

Everyone eagerly anticipated the AI-assisted blind-Jane – to serve in the match-point, and clinch the victory of the rematch…

-O-

Paul had difficulties to spot the perpetrator among the crowd, while he was seated in his wheelchair – as fans were standing and moving and blocking in front of his limited- view. He went-up a ramp for a bird’s eye-view – and before-long, he spotted the tall Nigerian… who stuck-out like a sore thumb among the ‘lilies,’ because of his complexion...

… he was CLOSE TO THE VVIP section – Paul raced-down the ramp, pacing towards the direction of the bigger-area basketball court, SCREAMING OUT in the aisle… with his ‘excuse-me’…

When he reached closer to the criminal, the cripple boy hollered…

“That’s Hajji…! That is the WANTED-murderer HAJJI…!!!”

The injured Black-man was caught by surprise, AS HE ‘RECOGNIZED’ PAUL – as a member of the Cursed-trio, whose-mother was also the police inspector-woman, who was hunting him too.

HAJJI DREW-OUT HIS PISTOL and wanted to shoot Paul, who was approaching… among the crowd. Hajji shot…

... but the bullet he shot – struck a standing-man in his buttocks…

The frightening gunshot…

...TRANSPIRED INTO A MASS PANIC-ATTACK of the 5000 ‘Perthians’ – in the cramped auditorium.

-O-

Jane was about to serve the ball when her focus-scent WAS DISTRACTED, by the gunshot and followed by ‘dog-barks’ – she dropped the ball and her Wilson racquet on the court, and raced to shout out…

“Piper! I’m coming…”

The gallery seated fans’ and Peter’s jaws-dropped… as the blind-girl and her Boyyo, ran off to the west-wing auditorium – Peter yelled out, from behind…

“Janey-come back here! SERVE THE TENNO – and finish the bloody game…!!!”

The blind-girl ran up the stone steps to the exit-door – but the outflux of the life-threatened, panicking fans of the-gym had burst-out, using the same exit door AS THEIR ESCAPE-ROUTE...

… just like cattle, they stampede into anything in their path – but-unfortunately, it was Jane the Blind-one – who was knocked over, and came stumbling on the stone-steps – with someone-fortunately CATCHING ONTO HER, rolling on-below the 6th steps…

She was still-conscious, when she had suffered bodily bruises, AND A FRACTURE arm…

-O-

Meanwhile… in the auditorium’s chaotic-state, bodyguards were shielding the Mayor while his official police, was trying to engage and disarm the Black perpetrator. The armed and freaked-out Hajji was still ‘trapped’ at the centre of the basketball court, and saw the cops warning him, to drop his weapon and surrender.

Refusing to yield, The Nigerian shot at them, but more of the scared and fleeing PFC fans, were DROPPING-DOWN WOUNDED, until…

…the Belgian Malinois SURPRISED HIM FROM his rear, when it pounced and chew-bit his gun-holding hand. The disarmed Hajji was down on the court and fighting for his life from the ferocious canine, with his single-good-arm. Then CAME THE GREY big Alsatian – that went straight for his throat…

… the TV camera was on the attacking dogs, which killed the Perth’s Most-wanted criminal, who had successfully used his Blackmagic for more than 2 months, to foil-capture by the law then – but NOW, FACING HIS brutal and bloody demise.

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THE TWEENS RAN INTO THE GAPPING-HOLE where-once the dismantled metal door was, and came outside, to the back-alley of Asmodeus Royale Grand Palace Hotel. They faced more waiting army – who tried to use their weapons and devices, TO TRAP THEM alive. Jane flew-up…

… and made an aerial attack, terminating the score of demons.

The blind-girl descended to the ground, and WENT-OVER TO frightened Peter, hiding-scared behind the garbage incinerator. She took his one arm's hand… and they both ran away.

They ran towards Asmodeus Town – and midway… a bright LUMINOUS-FORCE appeared…

“Crikey, they bloody-found us – WE’RE TRAPPED!” Cried the retreating Peter.

“No…”

Jane used her 3rd-eye to see the pure-white was CUBE OF APOLLO, where 3 bright figures appeared ‘blinding’ before them. Peter thought he saw an ALL-WOMEN HOLY-TRINITY.

Blind-Jane came forward to Venus in veils, who embraced her. Peter was mesmerized by the Goddess’ beauty…

‘…who-la-la, who’s the hottie…?’

Next… came Dora to hug Jane. The Rebel-Virgo’s tortured wounds-and-injuries earlier, were healed by the All-Mother Venus.

Mother Venus spoke…

“Jane, the FULL BLOOD-MOON IS HAPPENING now at the Sphinx – we MUST GO THERE and help Mercury and Paul TO STOP THE ‘COMING’ of the Evil-one.”

‘Did the hottie just say ‘Paul’?’

Baffled, Peter saw the 3rd entry – the hologram of Shelley Wilson.

“G’ day, Dr Wilson.”

The trio-entities entered the cube-portal, Jane turned her head to the red-glowing Peter…

“Aren’t you coming…?”

“Janey… your ‘mummy’ is following too – is it a PG-Rated mission?”

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THE TEMPORARY BLINDNESS ENDED, and the All-Father had gained full-control back of his ‘senses’ and his omnipresence-awareness heightened back again – after it was dampened momentarily, during the-African Eclipse of the Sun.

But the damage was ‘already’ done, everything was ‘stolen’ from Him, in a blink of an eye…

Firstly, his bride HAD ESCAPED Him – and the Blind-one also had stolen his priced ‘vessel’ – the Soul of Peter.

Secondly, the Africans HAD BETRAYED Him – and would steal the ‘key’ to his priced vessel – the Blood of Peter.

Everything was lost…

Asmodeus was pissed-raged and cursed in His Sumerian-tongue, while slammed his walking-stick-hard on the floor – that CREATED A SEISMIC-TREMOR beneath the Indian Ocean, that followed by an earthquake, snaking the sea-bed…

… which headed to the coast of Perth City.

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PETER WAS PISSED-RAGED AND CURSED when blind-Jane had ran-off and did ‘not’ complete ‘their’ PFC-Rematch…

‘DAMN-YOU! DID YOU BLOODY-SABOTAGE ME, BLIND-SCHOOL!!?’

The one-armed player was then distracted the ‘aftermath’ of gunshots, in the gym indoors – with ‘his’ terrified PFC fans were stampeding on each other, from the exit-door, to fall tumble-down the stone-stairs…

… it was Treeton-farm all over-again…

… but instead of dairy-cows – it was people.

The noisy-disorientated PFC fans were next gathering at the 3 outdoor tennis courts in the west-wing, in confusion by the hundreds – eventually, the skies were darkening with an angry-storm brewing in the horizon. And…

… the strong-winds were picking-up…

With his Babolat in-hand, Peter too was puzzled about the weird-changes of the weather, it was arvo-sunny minutes ago… but it was-now darkening by the seconds. Then he ‘felt’ it too, when the EARTH WAS SLIGHTLY shaking, beneath his feet.

The shaken-fans who had-took refuge, in the outdoor tennis-courts – were now running in a state of helter-skelter… and were hollering-out…

“Earthquake!!!”

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IT WAS NIGHT-TIME, WHEN THE CUBE OF APOLLO arrived and sat-warm, in the desert sands of Egypt. Everyone in it witnessed the Dark-tower in the background, and demons-in-battle in front of the structure – and on their left, was the Sphinx-monument… with the blood-moon, transpiring to its fullest, in a matter of time…

Venus then spoke…

“I will take PETER’S SOUL BACK to the Perth-realm, for safe-keeping – Jane, you go out there… and do whatever-it-takes, to complete your mission – which is to DESTROY THE BLOOD-SACRIFICE.”

The blind-girl nodded and hugged the All-Mother, and Dora-the-Sister – before heading to the portal-door. Peter came forward, and GRABBED HER HAND, whispering with caring eyes…

“Jane, be careful out-there – and return ‘back’ safely to ‘me.’”

BLIND-JANE BLUSHED – and smiled back-at her red-glowing beacon – before she stepped out in the sands…

Everyone saw the white-robed #666, bursting into a bright cosmic-entity before rocketing into the night-skies, and then… turning towards the direction of the Dark Tower. The Cube of Apollo too ascended, from the sands as, it vanished into thin air.

-O-

Paul was tiring fast, TIRED-OF OUT-DODGING THE ATTACKING APES, in a realm where time was Blackmagic-eternal, in its duration – and…

… the flying gorillas were mercilessly stronger in their aerial-pursue – and WERE GAINING ON HIM.

His electro-blasters can ‘only-drop’ an ape-a-time… with multiple-blasts, on-one-primate.

The flying-cripple downed a gorilla, where the impact of the fall-down to the sands, would break its wing – and ‘then’ his counterpart… THE RED-DEMON BELOW – ‘would’ eliminate the fallen-apes…

Below on the battleground…

Mercury HAD FOUND-back HIS WEAPON-OF-CHOICE, which he chaotically ‘lost’ it-earlier, in the sudden-attack of the club-wielding flying-gorillas.

The one-armed demon was hacking fiercely at the surrounding, at a-dozen of grounded-apes with his flaming-sword – the broken-horned demon dropped on the sands, when A SUDDEN-BLOW HIT HIM, from the rear. Soon, every standing-ape were pounding their heavy-clubs, and trashing-him to-bits…

-O-

The levitating BlackStar and her minion-Popobawa on the dark-Egyptian night-cloud… celebrating their victory. And, both African-entities were surprised…

… by THE COMING OF STARGIRL – while the Mother-of-Destruction then hollered out, pointing with her crooked-finger towards the cursed-comet…

“…the STRONGEST OF THE CURSED-TRIO cometh – soon the ‘trio’ will ‘unite’ And have full-cosmic powers – that should ‘not’ ever-happen, or-else we ARE DOOMED…!!!”

BlackStar the Bringer-of-natural-disasters – used her African voodoo-Blackmagic and tossed the hex into the left-side…

… where the massive stone-structure of the Sphinx-stood – and the dark powerful-spell broke-off the Sphinx’s ‘face’ – and the Rhino-cloaked hag hurled the ancient-rocks and boulders towards the speeding StarGirl…

“…die, you cursed blind-one!!!”

Jane as the StarGirl – was in euphoria-of-state of FALLING-IN-LOVE AGAIN, after meeting the Soul-of-Peter – and, THIS WAS ‘HER’ Peter…

… ‘NOT’ THE POSSESSED-one, Peter had later turned-out to ‘be,’ when she ‘last’ saw him at the Friday’s dinner invitation, that her parent-gave – since then, the ‘OTHER-PETER’ was in full-control – and his-emotional negative-energies had then partially destroyed The Great Barrier Reefs.

StarGirl blasted through with-ease, at the boulders thrown at-her by the Old-woman BlackStar – reducing the huge-sarsens, till it rained-stones below, in the desert…

Jane’s NEXT ROMANTIC-thoughts – were on the day when Peter taught her how-to-play tennis. The one-armed ‘charmer’ had humorously told her-off – that-the-blinds do ‘not’ play tennis – and the tenno was a size-of-a-fist, ‘NOT’ AS LARGE AS MEDICINE-BALL…

‘Here I am… TO ROCK-YOU-LIKE-a hurricane, Peter – breaking-up all ‘medicine-balls,’ to get to you…’

The fireball with white-combustion in the middle, like a reversed-yolk – blazed straight-into the African entities – knocking-out and scorching BlackStar and Popobawa, who both taken by surprise – and the-2 then came down-crashing from the clouds… to drop on the sands, from above...

3 brute gorillas grabbed the tired flying Paul, as the winged beasts’ weight, to pull-down the cripple down from the air. He too crashed on the sands, face down with the apes pounding his broken-body…

The yellow platinum combusted when it too, crashed into the desert – bringing a cosmic-force, causing RIPPLE-EFFECT ON THE SANDS, that…

… passed celestial-energies to PAUL AND MERCURY – who were rooted ‘helpless’ on-the-ground…

The 3 apes who were getting the better of Paul, who was pinned to the dirt – were killed instantly by the explosion and dismembered them to limbs – when PAUL TRANSFORMED INTO GEMINI-BLUE…

… and similarly, the broken-horned MERCURY TURNED INTO GEMINI-RED, as he picked himself up…

… when the ‘Red’ went berserk-next, to slaughter a dozen of the winged whiteback-gorillas, like spring-chickens.

Both StarGirl and Gemini-Blue… aided the Red-demon who had the bulk of the flying-apes, to fight. They defeated putting-down the African-beasts, by blasting into them… defeating with ease – and the Cursed-trio assembled…

“I’m here, guys – MOTHER-VENUS SENT ME… how can I help…?” Said Stargirl.

Mercury pointed at the broken-faced Sphinx – with the large, blood-moon rising in the rear.

“It is ‘happening,’ O Blind-one – we must GO TO THE TOWER… and stop it!”

The trio flew over to the direction of the tall, dark-structure stronghold – and from behind, BlackStar hollered in anger…

“… they are going for the ‘blood’ – we have to stop them!!!”

-O-

The lone-female Fu-Dog stood-guard, at the stairs of the main door of the dark-tower – it got frightened when it saw with its ‘good-eye’ at the 3 CELESTIAL-BEINGS, COMING… FOR ‘WHAT’ it had been guarding, for its Master.

It ran inside the building.

“The dog IS THE ‘KEY’ – we have to catch it!” The Red-demon looked up and cried.

When Gemini-Blue tried to enter the doorway, but Mercury stopped him…

“O’ Good-one, you should STAY HERE – and guard the door against ‘them’… to enter!”

The flaming Red-demon pointed at the approaching Africans. Paul nodded… and was in standby-mode – to engage the counterstrike.

-O-

The moment StarGirl entered inside, she was weakened by the Blackmagic that had protected the barbican, and… her cosmic-flames fizzled – and Jane was also disorientated, with a certain migraine. The same for Gemini-Red, and he-too flamed-out – and was feeling dazed by the hex.

The inside of the circular-faced tower was a spiral stairway on-the-wall – that led all-the-way up to the minaret-top. Jane and Mercury saw THE FU-DOG SPRINTING at full-speed, ascending the stone steps…

“There it-goes… we MUST CATCH it…!”

They both were mentally too-tired to fly – and had to use the stairways to go-up. Jane saw with her 3rd-eye of the gigantic-canine mounting the steps in ease, with the Red-demon-hunter, half-way in the chase. The blind-girl levitated unhurried from behind to catch-up in the chase – and she threw some weakened fiery-bolts as a pot-shot… which struck unsuccessfully on the creature’s rear.

The strong-runner dog had already reached the minaret-top with a spacious landing. And, with the panting-out-of-exhaustion, Mercury coming in-second. Then bitch then attacked him, by spitting venom like a cobra – with the flaps opening, under its ears.

It burnt the Red-demon’s tattooed-skin like acid – who gritted his teeth, and sucked-in the pain – to leap forward, to strike the gapping wide mouth, with his flaming-broad-sword.

The dog bit-on the sword-hard – Mercury was tussling to free his burning blade, clenched in the beast’s sharp teeth. The one-armed Red-demon twisted his wrist-hard, and it broke some of the dog’s teeth – and freed his weapon-of-choice…

“Mercury!”

“Blind-one… GET BEHIND ME – it’s poison-spit will kill you!”

The dog backed away, WHEN IT ‘SAW’ JANE – it growled in anger, and released a series of bass-loud barks… and whines…

“It’s afraid of you…” Said the experienced hunter, by looking at the animal’s eyes…

The gigantic canine ran scared with its tail in between its legs – and headed to a chamber-room nearby, and both …Jane and Mercury pursued it…

-O-

Meanwhile, outside the dark-tower, Gemini-Blue saw the Africans – were using their dark voodoo chants – soon, from the depth of the desert-belly – A RAGING SAND-TORNADO emerged like an oil-gush blowout…

The twister grew big-and-tall and towered menacing when it approached the tower building. Gemini-Blue flew towards it, and blasted his electro-shots at it…

The FULL-MOON WAS RISING at the red-skies of the Sphinx…

… and in a matter of minutes, it would benefit…

… the ones, in the Blackmagic-clan.

-O-

“STAY BEHIND ME!”

Mercury ran ahead, with the blind-girl in the flowing white-robe following in-the rear – when they both entered the chamber – to discover the dog HAD HIDDEN ‘HER’ PUPPY, in the abode.

“KILL IT BOTH!!!”

The frightened puppy hid behind the mother-dog – when the Red-demon lunged forward with his sword, to decapitate the adult-creature. The dog protecting its male-pup then released a projectile of acid venom and the struck-at close-range…

… and the demon fell on the floor, in agony.

Jane then shot a series of fiery blast on the face of the-fierce Fu-Dog… when it tried to pounce on Mercury, and trying to bite his head off.

On the floor, the cunning one-armed-demon, LUNGED-FAST AT THE PUPPY – and he grabbed its tail and yanked-it over…

With her 3rd-eye, Jane saw the demon biting-onto the puppy’s collar-flap, with his teeth as he stood up – with his sword, from his single-hand, placed in terrified tiny-mutt’s throat. The one-eyed, mother-dog was in tears…

… as-it howled aloud in grief-yelps, seeing its offspring in danger.

“MERCURY, WAIT…!”

“Whaff-arff-yuu-doofingg…???” Cried the demon, biting onto the pup.

-O-

Jane approached gingerly towards the crying mother-dog – with her hand stretched out. She reached at touched the Fu-Dog’s wide-short snout…

The dog licked her hand, with its large tongue – pleading for compassion…

“Please give us THE BLOOD-VIAL – AND IN-EXCHANGE, we will give your ‘baby,’ back to you…”

The ‘one-eyed’ Fu-Dog looked at her, with its big-round good-eye – and the beast ‘UNDERSTOOD’ THE TRADE.

It made a choking-sounds from its throat – and vomited spew of muck, with the blood-vial in it.

Satisfied with the outcome… Mercury too spat-out the puppy from his mouth – and dropping it on the floor – and the puppy ran happily over, to its waiting mother, who licked its coat.

A portal opened to take the dogs to Diyu, the Chinese Underworld – fearing for their lives, to return to its Master Asmodeus who WOULD SLAUGHTER THEM BOTH, for failing on its the ‘only’ one-duty-it-had…

… which was to guard the Blood of Peter.

Mercury then rushed to the muck-vomit, and fished-out the slim-coated blood-vial from it… and handed it to Jane.

“Quick, Blind-one – DESTROY IT…!”

With her-mind filled with past-reverie – Jane held the Blood of Peter in her palm…

Peter made her this ‘gift,’ so that when she wore it – ‘THEY’ WERE SOULMATES – and she deeply missed the Peter – she once ‘knew,’ the Peter, she had fallen-in-love with…

“Oii…! What are YOU WAITING FOR…!!!”

‘Goodbye, my love – I have to let you ‘go’ – for the greater good…’

Blind-Jane BLASTED THE BLOOD-VIAL – and the Blood of Peter disintegrated.

-O-

Gemini-Blue was whizzing around, the sand-twister – and the twister then sucked and ‘SWALLOWED’ HIM. The blue cosmic-entity was travelling fast spirally down-the-burrow – till he came eye-to-eye with the ‘eye’ of the hurricane – and, he blasted it…

… killing it…

It rained ‘much’ sand, in the desert… WHEN THE TORNADO ‘DIED’ – and Gemini-Blue was buried under by tons of it – he burst out of the surface of sand-dune, burrowing and collapsed-tired at the ‘hilltop’ with cries of victory, as he transformed-back into a crippled-tween.

Paul saw both defeated-BlackStar and Popobawa… escaping in a portal…

“Yea, you 2 – go ‘back’ to wherever you had bloody-come from!”

He then gazed at the direction of Sphinx monument with its broken-face – above that was the full blood-moon had just ‘bloomed.’

Paul was confident that the Cursed-trio’s ‘EGYPT-MISSION’ WAS A HUGE-SUCCESS – and the Evil-one Asmodeus would ‘not’ walk-in Perth, through/with/in the body of his ‘possessed’ twin. But Peter…

… would still-remain to be Cursed-one in Perth City, with his UNCONTROLLABLE NEGATIVE-EMOTIONS – who could forever-cause potential ‘harm’ to others…

… which Paul would-be the unfortunate-one, to be living under the same roof with.

He saw the door of the dark-tower opening – and his Cursed-team-mates came out. Paul dusted his body and his hair of sand… before he levitated down to meet them. Jane hugged him and he high-fived Mercury.

Soon it was time to say goodbyes – where Venus had sent a portal to transport both the ‘auras’ of tweens back to their respective slumber ‘dreamland’ in their homes in Perth…

… the Red-demon waved back to them – as the portal disappeared…

… in thin-air in the desert.

-O-

The one-armed demon walked alone in the sands, in the Egyptian night-time.

He thought of the golden flowing-hair of THE BEAUTY VENUS – and the good times he had with her in Olympus… when they were Roman-gods back then, aeons ago.

They were ‘once’ both madly in love with each other, and decided to run-away from Apollo – to live their lives together, AND START A FAMILY in the Mediterranean, in the Isle of Milos.

But he screwed it all-up – and that ‘love-dream’ vanished in thin air…

His life took an unfortunate turn when he was into the wrong company of demons – and was addicted to gambling and other degenerate habits – AND, THEN CAME Asmodeus…

… who tricked him AND ‘STOLE’ HIS SOUL, in a rigged-card game.

… and from then on, from a Roman-god HE WAS CURSED to be an ugly demon. The Red-demon too-wished he would GET BACK HIS ‘SOUL’ – and be ‘living’ life as a normal ‘forgotten’ god.

He looked over his shoulder at the full-blood-moon of the Sphinx – and in a mist, the Dark-tower vanished…

Mercury soldiered ahead in his lonely-walk of his life – until he stumbled upon a figure sitting alone, on a dune afar, under the pale moonlight…

… when he got closer… he was joyed to see a familiar face…

“Greetings, O’ Micky.”

St. Michael did ‘not’ respond – and looked glum with tears in his eyes… and the guilt of disobedience. The one-armed demon came-by, and tapped the shoulder of the winged angel, and sat beside him.

“Don’t fret O’ Archangel – you DID THE ‘RIGHT’ thing.”

Both sat quietly for a moment…

“Are you hungry…? Well, I’m – if you want… we can barbie some yummy-Dhabb…”