PAUL ENDURED THE REST OF THE MONDAY CLASSES – and the last class was on social studies, where he studied that there had been a GLOBAL RACIAL UNREST since it had sprouted from mass riots in certain cities in the US, sparked by a dark grotesque incident -- when Minneapolis police ‘murdered’ a Black citizen named George Floyd.

The final school bell rang and students went home – Paul left through the backdoor, ‘avoiding’ both Jane and Alicia, since THEIR ‘DIFFERENCES’ in the canteen just now. He knew that the Chinese girl would be going to her music practice while Jane would head to the school’s library, and wait there until her doctor-mother fetch her from her clinic.

The misunderstood Paul decided to go home…

… but first, he should meet up with the student counsellor Ms Diane King…

-O-

Paul rolled to the Infirmary -- where Ms King’s office was, but it was locked – so, Paul asked around and only-to find out that -- she was in a school’s meeting…

… he decided to wait…

… playing his NOVA 3 videogame on his iPhone – to stimulate-and-awaken his brains to come-up with war-plan of ‘workable’ strategies…

… TO COUNTER his cunning twin’s ‘next’ moves, which might ‘disrupt’ the balance in this Perth-realm…

… where a mission which he would ‘embark solo’ as Gemini Blue – while Jane had decided to take a sabbatical from her superheroes’ duties as StarGirl – to focus ‘only’ in her final term studies.

Paul scoffed…

‘Jane has ‘nothing’ to lose in this realm…

‘… she got her BFF ‘back’…

‘… she got her dog ‘back’…

‘… she ‘got’ her substitute of SIMY ‘back’ too…’

-O-

30 minutes later…

… from the teachers meeting room, Ms King walked to her office to realize that the wheelchaired Walker, was parked in front of her office door…

‘G’ day Ms King – we should talk…”

-O-

At first, the student counsellor said she was busy and told him to come in tomorrow – but Paul insisted that it was ‘urgent,’ and -- Ms King unlocked her door.

The moment he was let into the office – Paul asked…

“Ms King, ‘WHY’ WAS PETER detained last Thursday in school…?”

He saw some ‘hesitance’ in the adult…

“… but it’s against school’s policy to disclose such information – and I might ‘lose’ my job here if I do.”

“Hey-Ms King, this is Peter we are ‘about’ talking here – HE IS DANGEROUS, you must ‘understand’ that…”

Ms King was quiet…

‘… why is she 2nd guessing to answer – WHAT ABOUT THE CAFE MEETING – where she had ‘promised’ that she would cooperate to furnish the school’s insider-info ‘happenings,’ in aiding the Cursed-trio, just-like the other-Ms King…?’

The woman looked-up with her green-eyes…

“But-Paul, I saw the ‘Talisman of Aandaleeb’ that Peter possessed – which had disintegrated in that field in Treeton – and since then, things had been’ normal – don’t you think that there is it a possibility that ‘NOTHING’ WOULD HAPPEN in Perth ‘where’ you-and-I live in…?”

… Paul scoffed…

‘… what a selfish thought – the Ms King of the ‘other-Perth,’ would beg us to ‘share info’ -- as she WOULDN’T WANT TO BE LEFT OUT… in ‘doing’ her-part to ‘save-Perth’ from the dark forces of the Underworld…but certainly ‘NOT’ THIS VERSION…’

“Just because for 10 days there were no tragic incidents in post-Treeton, Ms King-you are ASSUMING THAT BAD THINGS ‘won’t’ happen? But-look, I’M FROM THE FUTURE where shit ‘did’ happen over there – that’s ‘why’ WE CAME HERE TO WARN YOU, who is ‘suppose’ to be our ‘mentor’ for SeeIn!”

The peeved Paul levitated vertically from his wheelchair, to get closer her…

“Let me remind you that over there in Queensland, 20% of The Great Barrier Reefs were destroyed by an earthquake followed by tsunamis that ‘took’ thousands of human lives caused by BlackStar! Ooo, that’s in Queensland but ‘you-and-I’ live in Perth, Western Australia you might say-yea, but…

“… following that was another natural disaster closer to ‘home’ with the Great Fire of Perth that started – with millions of wildlife animals that were dead in the bushfire, yea – it was ‘not’ pretty either …

“… have a leap of faith, as-you talk about school policy, while I see the devastation of Perth – that my city’s blood is on my hands because YOU DON’T TRUST to share ‘what’ my twin did on Thursday… now, the guilt is on-you too, Ms King -- if ‘what’ I SAY WAS RIGHT soon about happens!!?”

The relentless adult soon buckled…

“Okay-okay, I’ll tell you but Paul… you must keep it a secret or else, I’ll lose my job.”

Ms King divulged that Bella Beulieu’s guardian millionaire Mr Jerad Wilford was an important man in Perth, also a friend of Principal Harris and was a prominent member of his country club – and his niece…

… had been flirting with Peter and the rest of boys of the cricket team before, and…

… the school had covered up the misconduct of the ‘serial flirter’ by keeping her carnal misdoings as a secret from the other Stamford High students and the public so-to protect the reputation of the school and…

… ‘also’ to secure the annual school’s donation from the millionaire uncle himself.

The cripple-boy finally sat slowly on his wheelchair…

‘… so, Peter is having sex with this Bella…’

Ms King then showed Paul of the school perpetrator’s case-file on her desk – where she had previously counselled the 14-year-old twice before – and for THE 3RD TIME soon – that ‘involved’ Peter, who was caught together in the ‘act’ of the school’s violation – ‘happened’ the west wing’s Boys Room last Thursday.

There was a file photo of Bella Beaulieu…

‘… huh… SHE LOOKS ‘FAMILIAR’… ‘that’ was the Doug-and-Zoe’s sparring partner team member in the other-Perth…

… and the school ‘had’ been covering it up…

… WHAT A SCANDAL…’

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IN THE EVENING OF MONDAY – Jane had done her school Math homework and had also, had reprogrammed 85% of her Boyyo-AI coding, so it can ‘serve’ her to near-optimal – minus her ‘privacy setting.’

… recalling of her BFF Alicia who had offered to ‘help’ to code Peter’s SIM, that was just ‘copy-and-paste’ Boyyo’s coding into the fresh-out-of-the-box gift prototype that her Uncle Jack had given him – so that he too can ‘progress’ in his studies…

… she earlier even confided to Alicia that PAUL WAS ‘NOT’ ASKING for sex in the canteen’s earlier conversation – and Paul ‘too’ should ‘not’ be pesky and bother the unpredictable twin-of-his…

… and instead, use ‘that’ same-energy to focus on the ‘bigger’ things-in-life – like-of his ‘own’ studies instead.

Soon, Jane came downstairs to have her dinner -- and noticed that her father was ‘not’ home yet – and noticed a ‘similar-pattern’ post-Treeton -- of him going out to drink with his business clients after work.

… she sat quiet and ate her meal – while hearing her mother who had a tough time with baby Samuel’s eating habits -- where he doesn’t want to eat his broccoli-veg with his mac-and-cheese.

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THAT SAME EVENING IN HIS WINDOWLESS BEDROOM – Paul was stuck with his weakest subject Math homework. He needed help from ‘both’ of his friends-and-study-partners…

… he was daydreaming of ‘how-to-apologize’ – and made an imaginary Math assessment equation out of their physical disability vs their achievement in studies of the Cursed-trio:

Blind-Jane scored 20% in abilities -- as she could ‘only’ use her 3rd-eye – but she was 80% high-up in her studies-department, with the aid from her AI-Boyyo. Cripple-Paul scored 50% on abilities -- as he could levitate – but he was an average student of 50% in the classroom, with some help from his classmates. One-armed-Peter scored 80% in abilities -- as he could walk like an able-bodied person – but was the last in class, in the low 20%, because he ‘hated’ studying…

… therefore, would his twin study and improve – now that he too has a SIM device…?

… Paul ‘wished’ that he had been bestowed WITH ‘THAT’ HELPFUL AI device instead – and need ‘not’ to be dependent to anyone in his studies – especially…

… with his dreaded subject Math…

He made his ‘reality-check’ that he had no choice BUT TO ‘APOLOGISE’ to get help – so he ‘texted’ Jane…

-O-

Instantly, Jane responded to the text – both the tweens facetime on their cellphones, Jane was using her earbuds to listen to Paul asking for help…

… and in a ‘formal-business-only’ attitude the ‘teacher’ side of Jane, taught the ‘student’ Paul, with ‘no’ nonsense of frolicking around, and…

… Paul ‘respected’ that…

‘… Jane ‘needs’ her space – BECAUSE SHE ‘NOW’ had priorities in ‘this’ Perth…

… where…

… she had decided to ‘MAKE’ AND CARVE HER OWN-REALITY in this realm…’

… to be in study-mode ‘only’ to go ‘after’ her goals/dreams/ambition/career to-be-a scientist…

… thinking that the Curse of Asmodeus WAS ‘GAME-OVER’ – as she ‘had’ rescued Peter’s soul ‘twice’ – DIRECTLY-AND-INDIRECTLY in both in the Egypt and Perthland…

… thought that Peter was ‘possession-free’ from his ‘curse’ ANY-MORE as the ‘Chosen-one’ – now, had a 2nd chance in his ‘bloom-and-gloom’ life – because her uncle had ‘given’ him a study-aid tech…

The blind girl too does ‘not’ WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING about Peter, nor cared…

-O-

Paul did too ‘not’ bring up the subject that he went to Ms King’s office and obtained info that Peter had been sleeping with someone named Bella Beaulieu…

‘… why should I tell her when…’

… Jane does ‘not’ want-nor-wish to use her superpowers ever again, and chose to live a ‘normal’ blind girl life in ‘this Perth.’

But ‘not’ Paul…

… who thought that the Curse-of-Asmodeus WAS STILL ONGOING – on ‘every’ realm of Perth, where he was thrown-in…

… and decided to go ‘solo’ to still be – IN HIS-BROTHER’S-KEEPER MODE – to check on and keep an eye on his ‘unpredictable-possessed’ twin, with his ‘evil-intensions’…

… with his toxic negative emotions…

… that would be destructive of Perth City…

… which Paul had to defend-and-protect the city with his secret superpowers -- like-as the last one standing member of the Cursed-trio…

“Hey Paul, are you ‘there,’ you are quiet – do you understand the ‘problem’ now…?” Jane asked…

“…huh…” responded the snapped-out-reverie Paul…

“… well…?” Jane asked again…

“Sorry Jane, I got ‘lost’ there – can you repeat please…” Paul insisted…

“Sure can-so…” Jane obliged…

A LIGHTNING FLASHED ON – Paul saw his iPhone screen of the silhouette of Jane -- from the bright light from her rear window…

… realising from his windowless room that it was ‘about’ to rain in that part-of-Perth where the Wilsons lived…

… FOLLOWED BY A LOUD SOUND OF THUNDER – and Jane was frightened that her, and the white earbuds came off…

“Jesus!” exclaimed the frightened atheist blind-girl…

… both the tweens chuckled…

… THEIR PHONE RECEPTIONS crackled with their laughter…

… but the tweens did ‘not’ speak ‘about’ it – as THEY BOTH HAVE HEARD bigger-and-louder explosive ones – in the open-fields of Treeton…

Jane continued her coaching with the Math problem – as Paul was sparingly attentive – until the next lightning flashed…

… his reveries went back to Treeton – where he had raced with his motorized ‘turtle-shelled-domed’ motorized wheelchair speeding behind Peter in the teeming rain – while blind-Jane with the aid-of-SIMY too -- was running from their rear…

… where they were ‘cursed’ as Perth’s superheroes -- when they then were stuck by lightning…

In a mind-flash -- Paul ‘recalled’ every superhero-mission that he was involved with Jane – as Gemini Blue and StarGirl until…

… in Perthland -- when they ‘both’ lost their superpowers – and lived in their teenager host ‘abled-bodies’ – where they-next had to ‘struggle’ to escape from that realm…

In those 4 days in Perthland – Paul and Jane FELL INTIMATELY IN LOVE…

… in the span of 10 days later – they were in ‘this’ realm of Post-Treeton – back into their ‘broken’ tween-bodies – where their LIFE PRIORITY CHANGED since…

‘… maybe Jane is ‘not’ interested in me anymore – SHE WAS ‘STILL’ IN LOVE with the teenager Paul-of-Perthland where over there -- WHO COULD ‘WALK-AND-DANCE’…

‘… did he ‘not,’ give her his dance trophy…?

‘… certainly ‘NOT’ THIS WHEELCHAIRED version of me…’

“STUPID DOG!!!”

“Huh! What?” Paul was dazed from his reverie again.

“It’s Piper… he’s barking his head off at the sound of thunder.”

Jane ‘had’ kept Piper’s cage ‘padlocked,’ ever since returning to the post-Treeton realm – because she wanted to ‘protect’ her beloved dog to ‘NOT’ BE ‘BITTEN-AND-CURSED’ like in the other-Perth.

“… hmm, okay…”

“So, Paul… do you get the gist of the Math problem now?”

He wasn’t in the right mind – as was having focus difficulty focusing -- as he was insecure ever since they had a tiff in the canteen just now – but he didn’t want to tell her, as he ‘pretended’ to agreed…

“Yes, I get the problem… some-what…”

“Okay, now for the final question – this is algebra…”

In the middle of Jane explaining the solution of the problem – Jane’s room light went off – Paul was hearing her voice in the darkened iPhone, and he interrupted her…

“… excuse me, Jane – your room lights are off – are you having a black-out?”

“Huh… how do I know? I’m blind.”

“Go on and check, please…”

“Okay…” she said and Paul heard her getting off the bed, talking to herself and grumbling…

“That stupid-dog is still barking – it is going to wake-up the neighbours…”

Paul ‘heard’ her flicking the light-switch on the wall…

“Paul – is the lights on…?”

“…no… it seems you have a blackout…”

“… oh-dear… bummer, daddy is ‘not’ home yet…” Jane spoke-her-mind…

“Go find your mother – where is she…?”

“… donno… probably downstairs watching telly, I think…”

“… No worries – go to her – hey-Jane, switch on the ‘torch’ app on your Samsung…”

She gave a ‘voice-command’ to her phone – and the bright white light of her phone lit-up – Jane opened her room door to the dark hallway…

… Paul ‘saw’ her navigating her blind-self expertly guiding herself to the head of the stairs – in audio, it was raining hard outside with a distant dog’s barks…

… Paul was impressed that the blind-girl who paced hurriedly down the steps without holding the bannister – her feet landed on steps capably, in the path of phone’s torchlight…

“Mummy!”

… she heard no response -- and walked towards the kitchen, across the dining hall…

… in his iPhone – Paul ‘saw’ a silhouette of Dr Wilson at the door – he ‘whispered’ to Jane’s earbuds…

“… Jane, it’s your mom at the backdoor…”

“Mummy!”

… there was no response as Shelly Wilson stood halted on her feet – transfigured to be mesmerized at the barking dog. IN A LIGHTNING’S FLASH, she saw something ‘moving’ at the gazebo backyard – and ‘it’ was coming towards the ‘locked’ barking Piper’s cage…

… the black panther growled aloud, and chorused by a clap of thunder…

Piper barked its head-off at the threatening danger of the big wild cat, outside its padlocked cage.

The mother hollered to the blind girl…

“JANE-RUN – go, lock yourself in your room!”

…Shelley slammed and locked the backdoor – seeing her dumbfounded daughter still around…

“RUN, JANE RUN!”

Jane had dropped her Samsung when she ran up the stairs – with a single thought in her mind – which WAS TO ‘PROTECT’ HER sleeping baby-brother in the other bedroom…

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PAUL WAS HORRIFIED OF ‘WHAT’ WAS HAPPENING at the Wilson residence…

“Jane is in danger! The black panther is back!”

He jumped ‘to-his-feet’ off the wheelchair – levitating as he rushed to the door of his windowless bedroom and opened it – to the dark kitchen…

… his inspector-mom and twin were in their respective bedrooms upstairs after dinner…

He flew upstairs towards his ‘former’ bedroom – he opened the door quietly, by ‘not’ alerting anyone – especially his mom…

Inside the bedroom, he drew the curtain open – and unlocked the middle-window – and escaped out…

… Peter who was on his bed watching The Umbrella Academy on Netflix, when he ‘heard’ sounds in the next ‘vacant’ bedroom – he then saw from his window-pane -- his twin flying away in the pouring rain…

“… look at ‘horny-Poey’ go to meet his Janey in the rain – on a school night…”

He then sprang out of his bed – went to the next room – to discover the window ‘unlocked,’ for Paul’s re-entry later…

… the one-armed boy sniggered to himself – AND LOCKED the window…

“… see ‘how’ you get out of ‘this’ one? Hehehe, MOM IS GONNA ‘FIND-OUT’ of your secret identity tomorrow, Poe-pee-Poe, hehehe…”

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THE BLIND GIRL RUSHED TO HER BEDROOM carrying her sleeping baby brother – she locked her bedroom door and hollered out…

“MUMMY! MUMMY, WHERE ARE YOU!!?”

Meanwhile, downstairs behind the closed kitchen backdoor, Shelley Wilson heard the noisy ‘commotion’ outside -- with the house-dog barking madly to the equally loud roars of the 300-kilo black wildcat…

… Shelley peeked out the kitchen window seeing…

… the black panther was trying to rip-off the steel-barred padlocked cage – while Piper growled frenetically to dare-and-challenge the predator.

It gave-up ‘breaking’ into the steel-enforced cage -- and panther decided to fulfil its ‘initial-urging’ intention of coming over to the Wilson residence…

… which was to devour the ‘PROMISED’ HUMAN SACRIFICE – SLEEPING UPSTAIRS in ‘his’ bedroom.

Shelley was terrified when the wild beast then crashed its body against the backdoor – she also heard her B-girl’s voice hollering from upstairs…

… the fear-driven mother ran up the stairs…

Upstairs, she knocked on Jane’s bedroom door – her B-girl still carrying her sleeping baby brother in her arms, opened the locked door – the mother rushed-in and locked the bedroom door back again…

“Jane, where is your phone – we must call emergency for help!”

“… err, donno… I must have dropped it… Mummy, where is yours?”

“… still ‘charging’ at the bedstand… I have to go and get it.”

“No, Mummy – LET ME GO… you take care of Samuel…

… Shelley dissed the B-girl…

“What nonsense – Jane, you stay here, and lock the door – ‘BE HERE’ -- until there are knocks from the police or anyone from the helpline, sent to rescue us…”

… Jane heard her mother unlocking the door, with further instructing…

“Lock the door now!”

… the blind-daughter followed her mother’s orders – while carrying her sleeping brother, and the fearful Jane backed slowly from the locked door.

-O-

Outside Jane’s door, in the dark hallway -- Shelley heard both the animal sounds below from her backyard. The big-cat was in frustration of being locked out of the house – where else the big-dog, locked in its prison cage with its frustration of ‘not’ being able to protect its masters.

Shelley locked herself up in the master bedroom -- and called the ‘triple-zero’ emergency hotline…

-O-

Jane placed her sleeping brother on her bed – and the blind-girl headed to the door and opened it – as she was concerned of the safety and wellbeing of her dog…

In the dark, she walked further towards the head of the stairs…

… blind-Jane ‘heard’ loud barks…

‘… Piper is safe…’

… hearing also blood-curdling snares of the black panther… 

‘… Popobawa is back…’

… and in her rear, she heard her mother’s voice behind the door, making her phone call…

‘… mustn’t put Mummy in danger...’

Jane went to the door of the master bedroom, and held the doorknob with her right hand and – she deeply focused…

… her blind white-eyeballs glowed in platinum bright behind her dark glasses – cosmic energy flowed from her fingers to her palm AND ‘MELTING’ the metal-knob…

… like plasticine, she smeared the molten metal knob -- to weld shut the door -- to entrap her mother inside her room….

… inside in-the-dark…

… Shelley shrieked to see a fiery-bright abnormal and bizarre hot glow happening to the doorknobs in-and-outside…

-O-

Blind Jane proceeded in vigilance, walking down the stairs… 

… until she was startled by a huge crash of breaking-glass -- that made her off-balance…

…she fell on her bottoms on the steps…

… the black panther was in the kitchen -- as it HAD JUST CRASHED-IN through the glassed window.

The tween panicked as she saw its ‘red’ glowing eyes prowling below, in the dark kitchen…

… the blind-girl was hyperventilating in trepidation…

‘… I can’t do it…’

Her fight-or-flight choices kicked-in – she chose to ‘run’…

‘… Samuel…’

The terrified blind girl ran, hollering in fright…

“… Daddyyy…!”

“JANE!”

… she heard her mother call fleeting as she passed her door – before ‘slamming’ the door -- locking herself-up in her bedroom, with the sleeping Samuel.

The black panther was upstairs walking-about in the hallway – with low-growls as it was ‘smelling’ the scent of the blind-girl…

… it was then distracted by an ANGRY HUMAN VOICE…

“JANE! Did you leave the bloody room? I had ‘specifically’ told you just now to lock yourself up with Samuel!”

The wild PANTHER ROARED…

… both the FEMALES WERE SILENCED…

The ferocious beast saw both the bedroom doors were shut close – it was then distracted by the sight of an open door of the 3rd room…

… it was Samuel’s empty room…

… the curious big-cat headed in the dark, towards the open door…

… it got the scent of the ‘boy’…

… its ‘promised’ human sacrifice.

-O-

The terrified blind tween was on her bed with the sleeping Samuel – shielding her trembling body to protect her brother from the imminent danger. She heard the heavy storm outside her window with violent sounds of booming thunder, that ‘buried’ the loud barks of Piper, in the backyard.

She heard ‘rapping’ sounds outside her glassed-window…

… Jane lifted her head and ‘saw’ – a silhouette’ of something in the next flash-of-lightning – that was ‘outside’ her window…

“NOOoo!” she shrilled…

“JANE!!!” an adolescent boy’s pubertal raspy-voice called again…

She ‘looked’ again with her 3rd eye – and saw a luminous blue light outside her window…

… she jumped out-off her bed, and rushed her beacon…

“Paul!”

She opened her window – the drenched crippled tween slid-in horizontally -- as the trembling Jane then grabbed onto him -- and hugged herself tightly at the wet levitating Paul… muttering…

“It’s Hajji – he is here…”

What? Hajji too…? I thought it was just the panther…”

“… they’re ‘both’ one, the same…”

“… huh… how-so…?”

Jane told Paul that in HER ‘LAST’ ENCOUNTER WITH the black panther – she had bodily injured it twice with her fiery blasts – and she noticed later that …

… Hajji too was bandaged in his neck and torso – and concluded that he could transform into…

… the beast at-will with his Popobawa-Blackmagic.

-O-

Shelley Wilson had called Anthony and told him ‘what’ had happened – and that she had called emergency ‘triple-zero’ hotline 10 minutes ago – and urged her husband to come home fast…

… because there had been something mysterious and unexplained that ‘happened’ to the BEDROOM DOOR – that had ‘trapped’ her in the inside.

After she made her call – the doctor-mother heard the pouring rain outside her window – she then heard in the next room of -- her B-girl’s distinct conversation WITH A MALE VOICE responding…

‘… huh… what is the ‘BOYFRIEND’ DOING in her bedroom…?’

-O-

Blind-Jane was still hugging tightly to the levitating Paul, as she further confessed…

“O’ Pauly, I’m glad you came – for a moment I was so scared, that I died if panther had attacked me – so, I ran instead of fighting it…”

“No worries… I’m always here for you…”

“No dear, I should apologise to you that I was in denial and had doubted you – and you are right all along, that the danger IS ‘NOT’ OVER… with Asmodeus’ minions are still here to endanger Perth -- where tonight, they came at my backyard to be a threat to my family… sorry-Paul, I had let my guards down ever since we entered ‘this’ realm…”

… Paul was quiet – even though he could have responded – I-told-you-so…

… instead, he chested-up, saying…

“Where is the big-bad-kitty…? I’ll do your house cleaning…”

Jane giggled, and kissed him on his lips…

“… aah… you’re my knight-in-a-shining-armour -- you’re so brave – but-Pauly… I have to do it on my ‘own’…”

“No Jane, you have ‘not’ been in touch with your powers ever since we got’ here…or… let’s both do the ‘mission’ together…”

“No, I have to confront my ‘inner-fear’ out there or else -- I’m just a USELESS B-GIRL – now with this happening at my backyard – I consider it ‘personal’ attack to me!”

“Hey, don’t be a hero… I’m coming too…”

“No-Pauly, I’ve got ‘this’ one – you be here, and take care of Samuel, and ‘guard’ my baby-Yoda with your life…”

She kissed him again – released her hug and -- walked to the locked door…

“… now, lock the door…” she whispered.

… Paul was worried for her, as he saw her baby brother fast asleep on the Queen-sized bed.

-O-

In the dark hallway, Jane ambled in stealth, placing soft steps forward -- using her blind-sense of hearing in the dark – with the only audible range were the teeming rain on the Wilson rooftop, and dog barks at the backyard…

‘… where are ‘you,’ you dirty-evil Popobawa…?’

Jane stood at the head of the stairs – and hearing nothing suspicious…

‘… has he ‘gone’ away…?’

Contemplating to go downstairs – but she froze and halted – like the senses of the blind-girl pick-up and ‘made-out’ -- something coming at the opened door across…

‘… Samuel’s room – he is in Samuel’s room…’

The fear returned -- as she stared at the direction of the potential danger that lurked inside – her Lichtenberg-figure scar in her forehead ‘opened,’ as she was sweating profusely in the rainy night…

… her palms heated with throbbing cosmic-energy… holding both her hands up in defence, the glowing Jane proceeded in the gloom...

… with her heart pounded fast, as she took slow careful steps forward towards the room door…

Soon, she entered the open mouth of the door – ‘searching’ with her 3rd-eye – for the killer staring red-eyes…

… but she ‘heard’ the faint audible sounds of the beast’s shallow breathing, but ‘not’ at sight -- as it hid in the dark.

‘… where are you…?’

Her hearing was ‘distracted’ by Piper’s barks below – as it disorientated her keen focus – she had reached the curtained window, and turned around slowly to face the door across…

… the black panther that perched on top of a tall cupboard – pounced immediately below at the blind-girl…

… as they both crashed outside the window…

-O-

Paul heard the loud clattering broken glass -- and immediately picked up the sleeping boy, and levitated away out of the room, to the direction of the sound – listening too on the way, of the pounding ‘sealed’ door, and behind it – was Jane’s mother yelling …

“JANE! What is happening out there!!?”

… Paul came into Samuel’s room at the broken window, seeing the growling black panther perched, at the edge of the roof…

… looking at the fallen blind-Jane below, at the backyard -- lying on the grass with scatted smashed glass, in semi-conscious state… with her big dog barking crazy.

“OII!!”

… Paul hollered -- to distract the big wild cat, on the edge of the roof…

The sleeping baby-boy woke up -- dazed and looked both at Paul and the panther, saying…

“… Peeta… Bagheera…?”

The wild beast roared back at both the cripple and the black boy…

Below…

… Jane recovered her composure fast, seeing the 300-kilos of a creature on the roof ledge ‘challenging’ Paul…

… before it then leapt below -- to pounce to kill the blind-girl…

… but she was ‘ready’ – when Jane blasted double bolts of cosmic fireballs from both of her palms – connecting at the wild beast in the chest which sent the hurling and hurt the animal – sprawling it in the grass with pain…

The staggered blind-girl was weakly getting up to her feet – when the panther quickly recovered and leapt towards her back, but…

… from the window above…

… Paul shot his electric bolt to hit the wild-cat in its mid-air attempt -- a trajectory shot in its belly, as the cat went straggling in shock.

Paul carried Samuel -- and flew down in the pouring rain. The baby boy was surprised…

“Whee! Peeta ‘can’ fly…!”

… the boy was ‘confused,’ as he ‘only’ knew the ‘other’ identical twin’s name – who sat beside him on the floor – and, had watched The Jungle Book movie together.

“Jane, you alright?” Paul let the baby boy on the ground – and offered her a hand – Jane held onto her ‘blue-beacon’ and got up to her feet, asking…

“Did we kill it?”

Paul looked up at the fallen cat, and was horrified -- when the sudden baby boy who ran to it in the rain, crying out…

“Bagheera!”

“No, Samuel come back…” the helpless, Paul muttered…

… the badly injured black panther WAS PLAYING POSSUM – as the child got close, it rose up to devour its ‘promised’ human sacrifice…

… swiftly, it lunged forward with its gaping mouth of fangs -- targeting the toddler’s neck…

Both Jane and Paul simultaneously blasted shots from their hands – the big black cat was thrown back by the discharged volleys of cosmic pot-shots…

… the angry blind-girl rushed and continued firing at the dead beast – and came close-in -- to blast its head off from its body like a melon…

… just as how she had killed Argovva the Butcher, in the Underworld.

“Pauly is it dead…?”

“Yes… dead-dead.”

They both heard the wailing sounds of a siren coming from a distance – Paul sighed…

“Here comes the calvary like the movies – after all is well-and-done…”

“… err, you ‘mean’ the police…?”

‘… hmm, Jane doesn’t know movie storytelling clichés, as she doesn’t watch Netflix…’

“Yep-them – hey-Jane, I should ‘not’ be here – I got to go.”

… Jane pulled her blue-glowing-beacon to her, and kissed him…

“Thanks for ‘trusting’ your instincts – and, coming to the ‘rescue’ your damsel in distress…’

… it surprised him…

‘…wow-Jane, I ‘did’ underestimate you – you ‘do’ know your movie tropes…’

“No worries… see you in school tomorrow,” said the crippled boy before he took flight, into the rainy night skies…

… the starstruck blind-Jane saw the diminishing blue glow disappearing into the horizon – and was grateful that Paul had ‘NOT’ GIVEN-UP ON HER – despite her ‘mistake’ of doubting him.

Her lovey-dovey feelings dashed …

… before, getting back to her ‘own’ pragmatic real-world of a blind-girl, which was full of loud-noises…

… the down-to-earth of -- her dog which was barking its head-off, with the blaring sirens, and her crying brother wailing and punching her thigh…

The agitated blind-sister asked, “… why, what’s wrong, Samuel…?”

“Jane, you-bad-girl… you shoot and kill Bagheera… why… why you kill…? Bagheera good-boy…”