CAROLINE WALKER HAD LOST A SON this evening… as he had ‘runaway.’

After a brief moment of guilt in silence, of a failed-mother… sitting in tears on a bench, in front of her 2nd husband’s house – she stood-up…

… and walked away, to go into the house…

… blaming her ‘elder’ son…

… who had ‘failed’ his twin-brother.

Paul sat alone on the same-bench – as he watched her enter the main door, with the Siamese-cats. He had sat quietly just now-with Caroline, who had ‘not’ spoken at all to him, after Peter drove-away in the DeLorean. But he understood the ‘mother’ was blaming him, for her ‘loss.’

‘… what am I to do? Am I still my ‘brother’s keeper’ in this world too… like of my-Perth? Over-there, that was my ‘job’ to keep the possessed ‘Cursed-one’ in-line, from being a puppet of Asmodeus…

‘… I even had a Plan B as a last-resort, back-then… which was to kill my-brother, like the Cain-and-Abel Brothers… but that-was-then, until Jane had broken his ‘curse’ in Egypt – and freed him from his demonic-possession, and unchained his soul…

‘Is Peter ‘still’ possessed, in this teen-world? According to Jane – YES – he’s some-kind-of incubus now…’

The confused Paul too walked into the house, and was-then HANGING AROUND downstairs – and see what intel he could learn-from, the Mr & Mrs’s next cause-of-action…

… THEY HAD NONE, except for the fear of Peter’s WOULD-BE BAD-FUTURE TROUBLES, would make them-both lose their jobs and pensions.

…Paul concluded they-both were submissive EMPLOYEES OF THE SYSTEM…

… where else his ‘real-mother’ was a true-crimefighter, where she was a Det. Insp policewoman, who had-solved the notorious criminal Hajji’s case…

… VERSUS…

… this version of Caroline, who was just-a Sargent, in the day-job at the police station, who came-back to her role, as a home-maker in the evenings, to cook for her husband and sons…

Even Joe Dickson too was different – the version of him-in Paul’s world, was a dynamic and meticulous Counter-Terrorist agent who came to investigate SHS phone-bombing but later ‘stumbled’ into the anomalies of Cursed-trio’s footprints in every-possible crimes in Perth – and he was one step-behind in cornering Paul, by linking with an animal-activist-rebel closed-Group in Facebook… until Joe’s sudden-demise in a car-crash…

… the alive-and-kicking version-of Joe here, still worked in the CTU agency – but ‘not’ as the capacity of a field-agent, but probably, of a pencil-pushing, keyboard-clacking, research data-analyst.

Paul sighed at both worlds-realities...

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All the 3 Dicksons sat on the table of 4, quietly ate their dinner in a low-depressing manner… Paul thought of the happier time he had at the Walkers’ dinner time, where his late-father was jovial at the table with his family… where-would share stories and laugh, as they ate…

In his mind, to amuse himself – Paul was creating an ‘imaginary’ dinner-table scenario-world for the Dicksons…

‘Joe, do you know why the Italians call this pasta sauce – Arabiata?’

‘No, I don’t?’

‘Come-on, you are in the CTU… you ‘should’ know this one.’

‘err… seriously-I don’t … why do they call it Arabiata?’

‘I give you a clue – the sauce is ‘red-hot-and-spicy,’ right? So, what is it?’

‘… I give-up…’

‘Red-and-spicy – are the hot-headed ‘angry-Arabs’ – hahaha, those Italian brought ‘racism’ even into their food.’

All Paul, Joe and Caroline laughed in his ‘imaginary’ world. Paul was on-a-roll, as he told them more funny stories – and the Dicksons were laughing at the table, like the Walkers…

… Paul reveries broke when a glum-looking Joe was the first to leave the table. He took a beer from the fridge, and his cats followed him to the telly, in the living room. Paul saw Caroline hardly ate her pasta, who was in deep thought, shaping and curling the asparagus with her fork. Soon, she too left the table, dump her unfinished food in the trash bin, put her plate in the sink …and joined her husband in the hall.

Paul was the last to leave the table and ate last of the garlic baked potato. He cleared the plates and dishes on the table – soon he was alone, washing the dishes and taking out the trash.

After completing the chores, in 15 minutes – Paul walked in, and stumbled them watching a documentary of the Caribbean islands…

… by this time, next year, the Mr & Mrs would be drinking Pina Coladas on deck-chairs, in the sunny Bahamas on a white sandy-beach – once they got-rid both of their ‘brat-pack’ twin-teenaged sons, out of their house.

Paul sighed at the ‘fast-forward’ reality – he did ‘not’ thank-them, nor had-said his-grace for dinner this evening… he went-straight upstairs to study.

-O-

At 9:05, in his bedroom, he was revising his History lesson for 10 minutes on ‘The Colonial Experiences’ …

… and remembered Jane…

…. and WANTED TO CALL HER, to inform that Peter had fought with the Dicksons just now, and WOULDN’T STAY with them anymore.

But Jane was ‘not’ answering her phone, and he gave-up calling again.

At 9:33, he was still into reading his History of Australian colonised facts, when his iPhone prompted a notification alert – Paul glanced casually at the screen – it was some WhatsApp group with a ‘Kirk Kiperman,’ as the moderator… with ‘only’ a brief message and an emoji…

‘tomorrow night 😊’

… he did ‘NOT’ KNOW what’ the message was…

… nor he knew anyone named Kirk Kiperman…

… he wanted to BLOCK THE NUMBER BUT HESITATED… it was probably a classmate of this-Perthland, as he doesn’t know all their names, after ‘his’ 2nd day in class…

… probably, it was something to do with the 131st SHS celebration, happening-soon.

He ignored it and ‘other’ notifications, that followed at random later – at 10:03, he looked back at the screen, as a reward for a half-hour of study-focus… there were now 7 participants, who were all responded-positive to this-Kirk Kiperman, with ‘thumbs-up’ and ‘okays.’

The initial message ‘struck’ him… IT COULDN’T BE THE 131TH – which was ‘on’ the day-after-tomorrow – but ‘this’ message was TOMORROW NIGHT…

… the Public Holiday – OF GOOD FRIDAY…

Paul looked at the names of the 7 – a girl and 6 guys…

… one of the bloke’s name sounded familiar – ‘Charlie Ross’ – Paul can’t place ‘who’ he was, but he had remembered vaguely, hearing Joe Dickson mentioning-him, in the ‘other’ Perth.

Paul saw the teen-Paul’s laptop on the desk, where he didn’t touch it, since yesterday – because it was ‘not’ his as-an excuse. He switched on the device…

… and went to Facebook…

… somehow, he knew the FB password, was his birthday.

On the Search-bar, Paul typed – Teen-Rescue-Street-Animals-of-Perthland – a FB CLOSED-GROUP, where it was a cover-up for ‘this’ small group of animal activists, in the current WhatsApp…

… he-then cross-referenced ‘Charlie Ross’ among the 2000 members…

… all 7 of ‘them’ were there, in the FB list of group members.

Now he knew who Kirk Kiperman was – HE WAS THE LEADER of the hardcore animal activists-ring in his-Perth, who was arrested by his ‘own’ inspector-mother – along with Charlie Ross and Daniel Bennett in the ‘other’ world – when the trio freed over 300 primates from their cages and enclosures in ‘South Perth Zoo’ – on the night of-when, Jane’s baby-brother Samuel was ‘taken’ by Hajji.

‘Trio…?’

… but there were 7-of-them-here… INCLUDING THE TEEN-PAUL – who was-also an animal activist himself too…

… and-with the leader included make-them as, the aka HATEFUL-8… it was the newspapers called them…

… raising public hatred of the reckless animal activists, where some of the runaway-escaped rare monkeys which died in the wild concrete jungle, especially in road accidents and starvation in the open. It was written so, in his-Perth’s newspaper…

… but – which means, the zoo-break-in situation had ‘NOT’ HAPPEN YET over-here, but was about to HAPPEN TOMORROW NIGHT… ON GOOD FRIDAY…

…so, should HE INFORM ‘HIS’ PARENTS, who were in law-enforcement?

After certain-consideration, Paul thought it WOULD BE A BAD IDEA, as the Mr & Mrs would be a bad choice, as they were an incapable couple to be given the ‘lead,’ unlike Det Insp Walker and Agent Dickson of his-world…

… furthermore, their teen-son himself… was ALSO A ‘SUSPECT,’ tangled in the group.

Paul wanted to get involved in the matters of this-Perthland, by doing SOMETHING GOOD in discreet, for the animals, in Good Friday – and prevent the criminals and stop them – at their-own crime…

… he was the last-in the Hateful-8… when he, ‘WITHOUT 2ND THOUGHTS’, texted back with-a ‘thumbs-up,’ in the WhatsApp group.

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AROUND THE SAME TIME, PETER REACHED the Stamford Hotel – a parking valet drove his DeLorean-away, and a bellhop-staff was carrying his shopping bags, behind him – as Peter walked-into the luxury hotel lobby, already-feeling like a VIP.

The MI6-trained Todd Sweeney was in the lobby, over-looking Jezebel, who was into her phone-conversation-sphere… Peter assumed it was one of her many-boyfriends in the world – and… he felt-back a little jealous, with his Madonna-whore-complex heightened in-him…

‘… why-Belle? Why are you keep ‘cheating’ on me? We are ALREADY THE NEXT-Perthland’s famous couple…’

“Hey, why you late – I already had dinner, with Uncle just now – Peter, are you hungry?”

“No, I’m ‘not.’”

“Come, let me show you your room.”

Jezebel held his hand, and took him into an elevator – Todd Sweeney too got into the lift, and pressed the 33rd floor-button. Jezebel looked at Peter’s face, and whispered…

“Peter, are you ‘high?’”

“…What? No… never…” Peter flatly denied, but Jezebel chuckled and tickled him…

“Don’t lie.”

“…err… yeah-Belle… a little…”

“… I don’t mind… I too love to get a little high too… at times.”

Jezebel had a change of ‘mind,’ and the teenager ordered the bodyguard…

“Change of plans – Todd, go to the penthouse… I feel like celebrating tonight.” She winked at Peter and kissed his cheek.

The elevator reached the penthouse on the 66th floor, both the teenagers ran out, hand-in-hand, leaving the bodyguard behind, in the lift.

Jezebel swiped her key-card at the door’s sensor-panel – the door opened and they were greeted by the tail-wagging dog-Pepper. While the girl was petting her-dog, Peter looked around and was amazed by the spacious place, with state-of-the-art décor…

“Is this where your uncle stays?”

“Yes, with his doctors, who monitors his sleep… Peter…”

He looked at her calling…

“… come, pet my dog…”

“Rather ‘not,’ the last time, that Janey’s dog bit me…”

… in fact, Peter hated the Alsatian-breed… the Hero-dog that ‘stole’ his-PFC glory…

“Don’t be silly… my-Pepper won’t bite you.”

She reached out and held his hand, and took it to place on the dog’s big-furry-head. Pepper licked Peter’s hand…

“… see-Peter… he likes you…”

Jezebel walked ahead, and casually asked…

“How do you get ‘high’ – is it party-drugs, or the hard ones?”

Peter was stumped, when she asked him ‘that’ – and he rather be ‘honest,’ to the one who had provided a roof over his head…

“Crystal-Meth…”

“Have you tried Gochi?”

“What’s that?”

She did ‘not’ reply – and walked behind a moment – and returned holding a pill container…

“This IS WHAT, MY UNCLE takes.”

“… what? You uncle do-drugs?”

“Yes, while he meditates for his longevity… sometimes I’ve seen him levitate off the floor when he takes that.”

Peter saw the content – they were bright-red, in form of soft-capsule gels.

“Gochi is an African-drug, and it is very potent – I take it at times-too.”

... Peter was glad that Jezebel WAS ‘UNDERSTANDING,’ unlike others – who were judgemental.

“Peter, are you thirsty?”

He thought she would offer him some Swiss-mountain sparkling water, as they do in hotels’ minibars – but instead, Jezebel used a remote control, where it opened a hidden wall panel… into a full-bar – with long-shelves of more than a 100 bottles of expensive liquor bottles. Peter’s jaw dropped – it was like a Bottle-O shop. Jezebel giggled, as she saw his stupefied facial expression, deciding like a kid, in-a-candy-store.

They both left the penthouse, leaving the dog behind. In both of Peter’s hands, held each a litre-bottles of Black-Label whiskey and vodka… as they-both proceeded, to Jezebel’s hotel bedroom, for a personal-and-intimate celebration.

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EARLIER, JANE WILSON LAID ON HER QUEEN-SIZED BED, waiting for a phone call. She had her earbuds-on, when-she used her voice-activation on Spotify – while checking-out Beyoncé… the favourite choice of artist of her teen-self, in this world…

… as a blind-girl in her-world, she has ‘not’ appreciated music that much, and used both the SIMY and Boyyo-headphones for study-purposes only… the closest was hearing her mother’s sing-along to classic-pop & rock in her-ride, in the SUV-stereos. In her-Perth too, she did too had checked-out Gorillaz, which was Peter’s fave-group, by Googling it – and also, her BFF-Alicia Wong’s K-pop boybands…

… now she was-into teen-Jane’s music – Beyoncé’s ‘I Still Care’ – which had stuck-out, in the playlist… the words of the lyrics were mesmerizing… so much so, she put it into a loop, with repeated hearing – as-Jane let herself ‘go’… both her palms-on her sides, were caressing the soft-bedsheet…

‘You used to care so much

… now, you just give up…

You used to be so in love

… now, you don’t care no-more…

When she was about-to doze-off…

… subconsciously, she felt a ‘jerk’ – JANE ‘KNEW’ WHAT IT WAS… and she ‘cursed,’ that the OBE was happening again to-her-body. She continued to-cursed the meddlesome-goddess Venus’ white-magic – where she felt her aura had-been, forcefully floating away…

… from the teen-host’s physical body below – who was also now-seen, had-also clutched the bedsheet-tight, resisting the reeling-pull, from above the ceiling fan…

Jane HAD NO CONTROL over-the-enchantment – and her-aura submissively followed through, into its vivid-coloured flows of the vast cosmic – and soon she touched-down barefooted, on the grass beside the lake – in the middle of Garden of Eden.

She knew it was the ‘right’ place…

… cos’ she had visited the-garden before in the kip-state, with SIMY, some-days ago – but-now, her-aura was superpower-less then, trapped in the AVATAR OF HER BLIND-TEEN-SELF, during her first-time there…

…but the crippled-Paul of her-world, who had VENTURED BEFORE HER, into ‘his-own’ dream-realm with Mercury… he had-too encountered the Garden of Eden, in Venus’ Cube of Apollo – where he described to her-blind-self later, that the garden was dazzling with vivid, neon-coloured in every-space, like an Avatar movie.

‘… where is Peter? Is he ‘sexually-assaulting’ my-teen host, ‘while’ I’m here…?’

She walked along the lake-banks, and was feeling furious. Now, Jane was finding for the Mother of Virgo-herself – to put a stop with her meddling hook-ups of soulmates, in their dreams…

… every encounter with Peter, always ends-up with an argument, as he-is so-demanding…

‘Where the bloody hell are you-woman? You need a system-upgrade yourself, as your ‘data-info’ is long-outdated – PETER AND I BROKE-UP, and are no-longer soulmates – he is now with the niece of Stamford! And, why…

… are you still ‘bothering’ me, in my sleep?’

As she was emotionally-negative, small jagged-stones, beneath her feet were poking, and she felt uncomfortable, and she slowed down-her paces. Then, she heard…

… a sobbing baby…

… it was a cupid on a rock, hugging itself head-down, to its body like a ball…

“You poor-baby, why are you crying?”

The moment the winged-cupid heard Jane, it flew from the rock, into her-open-arms, calling her-name in a Chipmunk voice …

“Jane-Jane-Jane…”

The last time she encountered cupids, where-it was, HER FIRST-VISIT as a blind-teen aura, seeking for Venus’-guidance, for the Egypt-mission – it was-when she felt a score of these-entities, lovingly hugging her…

… this time around, there was only ‘one’ there, and-it had buried its head onto her-bosoms… and it was sorrowfully wailing…

“Why-baby… why you cry?”

The cupid’s baby-talks were gibberish for Jane to comprehend, when-it was trying to emote its sad-feelings. But it was also pointing at the lake-water. While carrying the little-feller, Jane walked closer to the lake-banks…

… and she was horrified to see 2 dead-bloated cupids, wings-broken, floating in the still-water, under the big-moonlight. The cupid in her arm wailed aloud, and hugged her-more…

“Peeta-do…Peeta-do…!”

“What!!? PETER DID THAT!!?” The feeling sickened-Jane exclaimed.

The tear-filled doe-eyed cupid nodded.

“Where is Peter???”

The cherubic entity shrugged its tiny-winged shoulders, and replied her…

“… no-no…”

“You don’t know…?”

She looked around the lake in dismayed-state, of the evil that still-embedded in soul of Peter. Jane was attracted to the ‘artificial’ lights illuminating beyond, inside the sacred-garden jungle – there was music too, with a woman singing in native language…

“… it must be ‘her.’”

Jane marched towards the jungle, despite the protest by the cupid…

“Jane-no go! Jane-no go!”

The adamant Jane walked, into the thick of the dark-jungle – the scared and nattering cupid flew-away towards the moon. Alone, Jane went deeper, there were dismay chattering of multiple-voices – until a distinct voice on a megaphone shouted…

“Silence on the set!”

… Jane had stumbled upon mythical Hindu-gods and demons, who came together to shoot a Bollywood movie, in the Garden of Eden. The film crew were producing the biopic-epic tale of the GODDESS KAALI, the bringer of destruction and death.

The Gods and Goddesses were all good-looking and fairer-skinned like Persians, and were wearing ancient royalty costumes – some-even had multiple hands and heads. While their counterpart demons, were dark-skinned and hideous – and were in menacing warrior army-gears, holding spears and swords, of various sizes and shapes.

“Take-2 – Action!”

A beautiful Goddess Parvathi sang, and danced the Indian Bharatanatyam gracefully, to the melodic-tunes of the musicians-demons on set, playing the sitars and beating on the tablas.

Large petals of lotus-flowers bloomed, at the grass the goddess danced on – with the chorus of a hundred flying cupids, into aerial choreographed movements, voicing-out their la-la-la…

In synchronicity, the cupids playfully chased Parvathi, pulling her veil… with the dancer’s with feet bracelet-bells chimed loudly – going around the trees…

… it was until the demonic-actors, emerging from the Underworld’s volcanos…

… and WANTED TO RAPE the helpless and powerless Goddess – when-the Head-demon Daruka ripped her saree, till she was naked…

… and then, THE TRANSFORMATION HAPPENED…

… the feeble Parvathi ‘became’ into-her other-avatar – THE FIERCE GODDESS MAD-WOMAN KAALI…

… she was as hideous as the violating-aggressor demons – her hair from head-to-her bottoms, and she was a very dark-skinned woman, with 4-hands – with 2-of her left hands-were holding a curved-machete, and a metal chakra-discus. Kaali cursed vulgarities, and she ripped the mounting Head-demon-Daruka’s throat, to the-heart, and slicing-off his phallic with the metal-discus…

… blood spew red all-over… and Daruka’s lifeless body fell to her feet – but the fierce Kaali was still raged into-violent mode, as her mouth spew-more kitsch-vulgarisms – until the mad-woman beheaded the dead-Daruka right before everyone. In her right-hand, Kaali raised the cranium-head by-the-hair, to intimidate the dead leader's demon-followers – with her 2nd right hand, holding a bowl, to collect the severed demon head's dripping blood…

… this ire the demons who were protesting – that THEY WERE HUMILIATED, by their leader’s shameful death, by a woman. To further shame them, Kaali shouted more swearwords – and proceeded to drink the collected-blood of Daruka, from the bowl…

… as that-happened, fierce-winds that blew, now became tornados in the pre-battlefield – the demons saw as the naked Kaali’s 3rd-eye on her forehead opening, fangs grew in her mouth, with a foot-long tongue hung-out, when she drank more-blood from the bowl…

… the blood-drunken Kaali-Ma, then proceeded her dance-of-death – to the beats of the tablas beating musicians…

… fires broke on-the-ground, with her every barefoot, with belled bracelets stomped on the garden grass – as the nose-ringed, long-haired woman-god spun-around with Bharatanatyam-moves, attacking the demons with her machete and discus…

… as the music built-on its crescendo, and-more bloodied limbs flew, to-the strikes-and-cuts of both Kaali’s weapons – the assembled Hindu Gods and Goddess were horrified at the Parvathi’s avatar of Kaali-Ma’s ugly-rage and destruction…

… the earth then tremored – even Jane Wilson – who was nearby hiding, put her hands over-her-seeing eyes, at the gruesome spectacle…

… in her-Perth, her bestie-Alicia once told her the story of a Hong Kong horror movie called ‘The Eye,’ when Jane was 10 back-then – where a blind-violinist had cornea-transplant of a donor, who had committed suicide – and she can now see the ghost of the dead donor, who in her-sleep encourage the now-sighted musician, to commit suicide too...

… Jane had terrible-nightmares at that time, and decided that-she rather be-blind, than to see angry-malicious ghosts… but-now…

… as a sighted-person, witnessing the amok of the Goddess Kaali-Ma – it was…

… THE MOTHER OF ALL-NIGHTMARES to Jane.

The Goddess of Death had killed every demon – and the dark-skinned, naked Kaali then-was dismembering her enemy, by further chopping them-apart in-bits, with her machete…

… and-now, she dressed her nakedness with part of the severed limbs… when she made a ‘skirt’ with the chopped-up hands… and made a garland of demon-heads and their-intestines, and hung over her neck, over her bosoms.

Hindu Gods and Goddesses who came to pacify her anger were too attacked… they retreated and were all afraid of her… when she further swore, she would destruct the world-next…

… until the husband of Parvathi… Shiva…

… came to calm his ‘wife’ down – but Kaali attacked him too. Shiva then-made himself as a BLOOD-SACRIFICE – GIVING HIS LIFE-UP for the greater good, but…

… Kaali’s uncontrollable rage in vengeance-lust, of wanting Armageddon was boundless. Shiva and his pet-Cobra died, when Kaali stomped repeatedly on his chest… and-by-then, soon the mad-woman’s anger, gradually ceased…

… Kaali soon WAS IN-REMORSE, when she had killed a fellow-god in mindless rage… and transformed back to THE PARVATHI-AVATAR…

… and she was mourning in grief of ‘WHAT’ SHE HAD DONE, with her uncontrollable negative emotions.

Mahadeva the God-of-Gods came to her, and told the other-Gods that ‘today’ was a WARNING TO ALL-SINNERS, and be mindful and fear the wrath of Kaali. He labelled her as a higher-being of ‘MahaKaali,’ the Mother of world-destructions – and…

… Mahadeva then-banished Parvathi from the heavens…

… because she was a ‘threat’ to the beings of the realm…

… Parvathi sang a sad-song, and walked alone into the wilderness… with…

… the cupids humming, to the sad tune…

The Bollywood movie-shooting CAME TO A-WRAP, the demon-grip workers were taking-down their equipment, in the Garden of Eden… after a long day of filming…

… the weary costumed Hindu-gods returned to their-heavens, and-also the demons, went-down to their-own Underworld realm…

… the in-betweener Jane-too returned to ‘her’ world…

… after absorbing the realm’s storytelling – with hard-lessons she had learned tonight – of THE DANGERS OF NEGATIVE EMOTIONS and its DESTRUCTION OF ONES-LIFE – that could bring even a Goddess down, to-be PUNISHED AS ITS CONSEQUENCE.

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THE NAKED AND DRUNK TEENAGER, SAT AND TRIPPED, under the influence of the psychedelic-drug Gochi. He was going deep into dark places and realms, in his mind – seeking escapism, for the lack of freedom-and-choices to his-happiness...

… an hour earlier, Jezebel and Peter went into her bedroom suite, to party on their booze-and-drugs…

… the inebriated Jezebel was trying out clothing, that she had shopped earlier that-evening. In front of a tall mirror, she stripped into her lingerie, and was trying out her dresses. That aroused Peter, and he went and picked the-Beauty-up from-her-feet… he put her on her King-sized bed, and had sex with her again-and-again… till he wore-her off…

…it was almost one-AM…the insomniac, naked Peter was sweating all-over, despite the air-condition unit in the room, was in full-blast. The booze-and-drugs combo was ‘heaty’ – he then took a cold shower… but it did ‘not’ help either, and after 15 minutes he was-back sweating again…

… the last time, he had perspired this-profusely, was-when in the underground dungeon of Asmodeus, hanging upside-down on a reversed-wooden crucifix.

The naked Jezebel was fast-asleep on her bed while, the intoxicated Peter was pacing the room in his gloomed-thoughts… he had ‘lost’ his tennis playing abilities, in this teen-body – and hated this-Perthland, where he was a ‘loser’…

… from hero-to-zero…

… then a fear came to his-heart, where Jezebel would return-back to the UK, after their school anniversary celebration the-day-after-tomorrow – where WOULD HE GO for his expenses for his meth addiction…? He swore ‘not’ to go to the Dicksons for-handouts…

With a withdrawal-approaching, Peter walked up, to the night-stand of the bed… he took the pill-bottle of the red-Gochi – and swallowed an extra pill, and washed it down with more vodka, from the bottle-up. He sat on the chair, closer to the A/C… and was back rattling in his thoughts, of his 2nd day of ‘arrival.’

He hated ‘this’ Perthland – where dead-people were-back ‘alive’…

… Peter hated Solomon Walker of this-version, who had ‘ABANDONED’ HIM – and was now remarried, and was living happily in a life-in his-own, with his 2nd chance-familyhood…

‘… HOW-SELFISH OF HIM…’

He-now wanted to find his-real-dad… WHERE-EVER HE WAS – the ‘one’ who ‘STAYED’ DEAD from the car-crash… and apologize-to him, if he was the-cause of his-death, on that tragic morning, on the way to school…

Like a broken record, that car-accident-event… played over-and-over in his mind, of being in the cabin-of-the-BMW… and with him was Poe, at the backseat – where he ‘kicked’ the driver’s seat in an argument with Solomon, which had caused the ‘distraction’ to his-dad, that resulted the fatal-accident, when he was 10 years-of-age…

Peter was ‘tripping, with his eyes-wide-open – with his wandering mind ‘was’ taking him-far away to the Christian realm, of a place called Purgatory… where his-aura walked among the millions of suffering souls, who were ‘paying’ their heavy penances…

… but his FATHER WAS ‘NOT’ THERE – but the pain-and-sufferings around, was so-immense, that Peter could ‘not’ bear it… and he returned to realm of-Perthland.

His reverie was interrupted by voices in the bedroom… he turned his head to the naked Jezebel, talking in her-sleep, calling-out to her own father-and-mother…

… who had also died in a car accident, when she was young…

He stood up and went to her – but something-else distracted him, when he passed his naked ‘reflection’ of himself, in the tall-mirror – as the dark-incubus, with a tail…

… his heart-rate was-up, pounding hard, as he stepped away from the scary image in the mirror, and-to ‘not’ look…

‘… what the f…’

He picked-up his courage and peeked-back… at a deep-purple skin-toned entity, with dark furry hair in its chest and arm… Peter gawked, and the reflection ‘too’ … opened its mouth, with canine-rowed sharp-teeth…

… Peter made a pop-culture reference, TO HIS NEW-SELF ‘IMAGE’…

‘Awesome… don’t I look like X-men’s Night-crawler, or what? Kurt Wagner is a Catholic too.’

Peter looked down-at the entity’s genitals – it was with-multiple little thorns, growing on it…

He looked up at the sleeping, with nothing-on-Jezebel, and was aroused. The incubus jumped on the bed, and crept lustfully to the asleep teenaged-girl… but it was surprised… by a loud voice, coming from an opened-portal transport, at the rear…

“OII!!!”

A horned, one-armed, red-demon Mercury caught the incubus by-its tail – and the entity cried-in-fear…

… as they both entered, the portal…

…that went ‘poof,’ in the hotel bedroom suite…