ON THE 3RD DAY OF HIS ‘HUNT,’ PETER COULD ‘NOT’ FIND JANE WILSON IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN…

He had all the resources and a ‘good horse' – but the blind-girl WAS NOWHERE to be found in the botanic-green.

In the Dreamworld, the one-armed Peter HAS A LIMB of the symbiote Venom-like-arm – that had ‘evolved’ from the clay-arm – THAT HE ‘HAD’… when he was a ‘prisoner’ in Asmodeus’ dungeon…

As an incubus, he rode on a bareback centaur… IN THE JOURNEY FROM – hades to the heaven’s paradise garden…

There were no signboards that led them to the Garden of Eden – but the centaur was a ‘good-tracker,’ as…

… the demonic horse-man had to trail-back IN-REVERSE TO Adam-and-Eve’s footprints when the Abrahamic-God cast THE COUPLE OUT-from Paradise…

… for their disobedience and…

… ‘dishonesty’ of theft.

The Abrahamic-God had ‘stored’ the Knowledge-of-the World in his favorite fruit – the apple…

The ‘employer’ chased away the ‘gardener’ and his wife – for stealing his apples.

-O-

But ‘SOME-FORCE’ was preventing Peter’s mission… in his journey for these 3 NIGHTS – and he had to cut his losses and to turn-back to hades… and return-back ‘another’ day…

Iskur – the incubus-demon of Asmodeus… who had ‘possessed’ the Cursed-One Peter – had invested a lot from its own-pocket… to CUT RED-TAPES…

… for its ‘personal-gratification…

… as IT TOO ‘LUSTED’ the virginity of a soulmate.

The incubus had TO BRIBE its-way through in hades – as the ‘prize’ IT WANTED was also…

… the forbidden ‘escaped’ CHILD-BRIDE of its own-Master.

He had to bribe hell’s Gatekeeper – THE DEMONIC ANGEL AZAREL who demanded an ‘apple’ every-night so that the gates were opened – for ISKUR TO GO… for his hunting-mission into the IN-BETWEENERS’ DREAMWORLD…

… and, Azrael had an appetite for God’s forbidden apples from the Tree-of-Knowledge of the Garden of Eden…

… but to procure the ‘apple’ WAS NO-EASY TASK even in the black-market– so, Iskur had to ‘hire’ demon-imps TO SCAVENGE for fallen apples ‘under-the-tree’…

… but the fruits were eaten by cupids…

There was this particular obese-cupid who kill-time – day-and-night under the Tree-of-Knowledge – looking-up at the tree… and waited for an apple to fall…

… the imps WOULD ‘BULLY’ the fat-cupid… and take away his apples…

Iskur would then ‘present’ a whole ‘unbitten’ apple to Azrael – as the demonic-angel WANTED TO GAIN heavenly-knowledge of war – for his future-retribution of his previous defeat.

Next, the incubus ‘had’ to bribe his cursed-gold-coins to the stablemaster of Asmodeus for transportation – to ‘loan’ a centaur who was on off-duty…

… where the Man-horses would ‘hang-out’ in dingy-waterholes getting drunk with addictive strong-beers of hades…

… the brew which was POTENT-ENOUGH to get the demons ‘addicted’ to it….

… and even angels too…

Iskur had to next – get his-centaur drunk-enough to ‘gain’ HIS TRUST…

… because ‘what’ they-both were doing was – ‘GOING-AROUND’ the back of Asmodeus to ‘taste’ his prize…

… of the ‘escaped’ Bride #666

If the All-Father ‘employer’ knew of their trickery-treachery – both Iskur and the centaur would be executed.

-O-

For 3 days, the incubus had NUMEROUS ‘OBSTACLES’ in his journeys to God’s Garden – and it ‘suspected’ that – it was the ‘NEW’ LANDLADY… who had ‘leashed’ the property…

Iskur smelled aromatic-resin of frankincense…which fuelled her-vehicle…

… the Cube-of-Apollo.

The incubus ‘knew’ the Asmodeus was ‘HUNTING’ THE VEHICLE across the multi-verse of worlds TO EXECUTE the traitors of his-Kingdom…

… where the Old-Roman-God rebels of ‘their-revolution’ – which was spearheaded by Venus, her protector-Mercury and 2 ‘other’ women who-were – on the run after they destroyed the Blood-of-Peter in Egypt…

Iskur also ‘knew’ that frankincense-too was the incense that Venus burnt when she ‘prayed’ to her God Apollo – FOR PREVENTING evil to enter the garden-paradise…

The incubus ‘had’ to TURN-BACK to hades for the past 3 days’ journeys:

With landslides ‘covering’ the footprints of Adam-and-Eve’s tracks With naughty-mannered-cupids who pulled its long-tail… and dismounting the incubus from galloping centaur’s back With wild-animals like giant-Grizzly-bears and packs of African-lions which have ‘frightened’ the centaur to flee

Even though the spell of Venus’ prayers was GREAT PROTECTION from warding off his-evil plans… but Iskur ‘knew’ Venus was SAYING HER PRAYERS from ‘another’ dimension…

And, that was ‘why’ the ‘determined’ daredevil INCUBUS RETURNED another-day…

… TO ‘HUNT’ the blind-soul…

… but what Iskur FEARED ‘MOST’ was of the horned Red-demon – Mercury riding-along in the same Cube-of-Apollo…

… who had been particularly ‘HUNTING’ HIM in other-old-worlds.

-O-

Peter awakened from his sleep… and yelled out in frustration at the ceiling – that he could ‘not’ find Jane in their dreamworld astral HIDE-AND-SEEK of the hunting-sport… which they participated in the Garden of Eden…

‘… where is she bloody hiding…? ‘Why’ can’t I find blind-school anywhere…’

Although Peter can’t remember details of the ‘game’ – other-than, to ‘find’ Janey… in the paradise ground – which-was vast for a single-horseman to search-and-find…

… where the PROBLEM WAS TIME…when-Peter and his ‘horse’ always arriving late for-the-hunt at dawn … leaving ‘only’ A FEW-HOURS to hunt for his virgin-prize…

… before, Jane wakes-up in the morning at 7 AM…

‘… where is she hiding…?’

In the time-pressing 3 hour-search – Peter was hampered further by the naughty cupids…

‘… oh-yes I remember you bloody winged-rats… I had killed a couple of you-bastards ‘before’ in the other-Perth… and I drowned-you-too in the lake…’

Now the one-armed tween ‘recalled’ certain MISSING-DETAILS of the astral-hunt…

‘… they are flying too-high… and I can’t bloody-swat them with my-Venom-arm…’

In-comparison with…

“… wished I had A FLAMETHROWER… I’ll bloody-burn y’all in mid-air … leaving y’all pieces-of-shit to-be burnt to crisp…’

Peter chuckled as he ‘remembered’ Perthland…

… where he ‘had’ used the fiery-weapon in the monkey-expedition-hunt with Jezebel…

‘… that was a cracker of a time ‘there’…’

From his-success, Peter now thought of his last-night’s failure… of the disappointment of his botch-hunt ‘from’ his nightmare-creation ability…

‘… Janey-Janey… where are you hiding…? Come-on, come-out and ‘play’ with me…’

Peter was then fantasizing THE OUTCOME – of ‘catching’ the fleeing naked-Jane ‘once’ her soon found-her…but was distracted by ‘NOISES’ DOWNSTAIRS – of his twin ‘playing’ his videogames in the dining-room…

The annoyed Peter channeled his fuel of anger-and-hatred at Paul…

‘… Janey IS ‘MINE’ – she is MY ‘SOULMATE,’ you-quad…!!!

‘… O’ yea, Poe-pee-Po… she is ‘mine’ – I’m the super-villain here and I’ll ‘mate’ with a superhero, as we’re both ‘cursed’ in Treeton… which-means… ‘we’ will have babies that are anti-hero super-villains – Poe-you ‘soon’ would be forgotten as the Defender-of-Perth duo… because I would-be ‘replacing’ you – with my ‘own’ team that…

‘… you wouldn’t be a part-off…

‘… maybe I ‘would’ just kill you off – the ‘useless’ main-lead ‘who’ is a mere-quad… and take ‘over’ the show like Harkness ‘did’ in Wanda-Vision…’

Peter chuckled….

He ‘knew’ that he had outstanding SUPERPOWERS IN THE Dreamworld of post-Treeton – while Paul-and-Jane don’t have ‘theirs’ in the astral-world…

… that was ‘where’ he had created a ‘PERSONAL’ SET-OF-NIGHTMARES ‘just’ for his twin… to ‘hurt’ his EGO-AND-PRIDE as Jane’s partner…

… by having sex with his twin’s girlfriend in porno-sets with a 3-cameras-setup…

‘…Hah…! I can ‘hurt’ you inside-out, Poe… you think you’re the only-one who can zap-and-hurt me… yes, you can hurt me ‘physically’ alright – but look at me and my magnificent imaginations…

‘… I’m hurting you ‘mentally’ while… even I’ll ‘entertain’ you every-night with different set-locations… as I ‘have’ your-Jane…

‘… where do you wanna see our ‘next’ performance, Poe… in some lonely-island like of the Latino Caribbean porn… or some sex on-the-icy-caps of the Alps like the Euro-porn do…?

‘… just tell ‘us’ – and Janey-and-I will be there – to give your ‘pathetic’ morning-leaks…’

‘… now ‘who's' better, Poe…me or you…?’

Peter laughed aloud…

He knew that he was having THE ‘BETTER’ of his-twin in post-Treeton – while giving such-erotic nightmares at dusk… had made Paul MENTALLY-DISTURBED – and with his disoriented moods-and-emotions – that he was ‘negative’ in his actions later-while in the daytime at dawn…

… that was where he ‘LOST’ HIS FOCUS in school-studies…

… while Peter ‘gained’ his momentous mojo – by catch-up in-his studies…

‘… I’m 12th at the final-term… just one ‘step’ behind you – soon-Poe, I will the Top-5 student in class… the position you ‘had’ desired…

‘… as Dad used to-say – Go-Gemini-go… Poe-you, Die-Gemini-die…!!!’

-O-

After gloating of his success to himself, the motivated one-armed boy jumped out his bed. His AI device and robotic-arm were still ‘charging’ overnight. He was restless as…

… it had been a week during the term-break where he did not’ practice tennis due to all ‘those’ lockdowns and curfews in Perth. Even his inspector-mom had-told her twin-sons ‘not’ to venture out during the term-break holidays – because the rabid-infected Hajji was out there ‘biting-and-infecting’ the people-of-Perth…and…

… further-more, the neighbourhood-watch police cars were making more-than frequent rounds – and ‘chase’ youngsters from the suburb streets to-be indoors.

Peter was bored to his-brains… and the only way to entertain himself was Netflix-and-surf the net. He sat on his desk, grabbed his iPad, and powered the device-on – looking at his newsfeed… and was the ‘despised’ that Tarzan-and-Jane zoo videos were trending-high…

… after the mayor of Perth ‘had-praised’ Jane-and-Paul’s bravery during the zoo-incident…

… Peter scoffed…

‘… the stupid algorithms are ‘following’ me around…’

… Peter was secretly ‘keeping’ tab of his twin’s videos ‘before’ – as his-twin was ‘popular’ in Facebook and YouTube. Now the Google ‘algorithms…

… HAD ‘MADE’ the ‘Tarzan-and-Jane’ news as his ‘ favorite- search’…

‘… stupid-bloody-algorithms…!’

The jealous boy flung the iPad across the room… it landed-and-rolled on his single-bed. At the desk, Peter was still cursing – and he looked-out of his window…

… and saw the ‘HOUSE FOR SALE’ signboard in front of the Walker-property…

‘… you should ‘not’ sell Dad’s house, Mom – it’s ‘part’ of MY LEGACY – ‘when’ I become an international tennis player soon…!’

Peter’s mind was on a ‘how-to-make-quick-money’ mode…

‘I’ll go-where MY BREAD is ‘buttered’ the most…

‘… but-by the time I get my tennis successes ‘going’… it might be TOO LATE – ‘when’ Mom would have already sold ‘my’ house… so, my passport to instant-cash…

‘… is to be a ‘BLOOD-BAG’…

‘… those filthy-rich trillionaires from the UK are dropping-down-dying – and are IN ‘NEED’ of my Golden-blood… if I sell my precious-shit – I’ll fund it-up and ‘buy’ my-Father’s house for myself…’

But he’s just a ‘kid’ in the ADULT-WORLD DEAL – and needed an-adult to make an introduction…

… he remembered his ‘un-replied’ emails to Janey’s uncle – Dr Jack Turner – as he had mentioned to him in an-attached video… that the late-Lord Stamford’s twin brother, Lord Amadeus – who-was ‘also’ suffering from a ‘rare’ blood-disease that could-be ‘cured’ by Peter’s rare-and-only GOLDEN BLOOD.

‘… that stupid Jack ‘never’ replies my email…’

Peter befriended the scientist from Kimura Star during his request… to build him a robotic ‘left-arm – where he-then also ‘leaked’ secret information that the scientist’s niece and his ‘own’ twin have superpowers after the Treeton-tragedy…

… while Peter had a transformation of his blood to the rhesus-rare Golden Blood…

‘… I told him about the old-Lord from the UK in Perthland that I ‘time-travelled’ to – where I healed his gunshot wounds through MY BLOOD TRANSFUSION… and right here at this time… his ‘twin’ is dying too – and my-blood is his only ‘cure’…

‘… I offered him a ‘deal’ to milk-lot-of mullah – what ‘did’ stupid Jack-do… nothing…!!?’

-O-

Peter took-out his iPhone and called Washington D.C…

… after numerous-long ringtones a groggy-voiced Dr Turner responded…

“Peter Walker, what is-it at this hour you call…?”

“… huh… were you sleeping, Dr-Jack…? I thought scientists-and-inventors ‘don’t’ sleep… like Thomas Edison, Elon Musk and Tony Stark… ‘they’ don’t sleep – always ‘tinkering-about’ something in their basement…”

“What do you ‘want’…?”

“Okay, we get to-the-point – IS MY ‘RESULTS’ of my blood-works ‘done’…?”

“WHAT!!? Are you living under-a-rock Downunder…? You ‘know’ what happened in Perth – where ‘my-employees’ were jumped-attacked-bitten and hospitalized…!!?”

“… err… sorry for ‘your’ loss – so, Dr-Jack, what are the ‘results’…? Have you ‘confirmed’ my blood-type as the Golden Blood…?”

“Are you kidding-me…? There is ‘NO’ BLOOD-TEST RESULTS – all of your blood-samples WERE ‘LOST’ when my-employees were attacked…”

“What…? Didn’t they ‘courier’ with UPS over to you…?”

“No! I DON’T HAVE your-all blood-samples here…! It is lost… you get-me!!?”

“So-Doc Jack, are you’re gonna sending ‘other’ staffs over to ‘TEST’ MY BLOOD – this is quite ‘urgent,’ you know…? We had ‘made’ a verbal 50-50 deal on the blood-sale – and all you have to do is to certify-and-endorse my Golden Blood… and make an introduction to the ‘buyer’ in the UK – doc, this is a money-on-the-table deal… LET’S DO-IT, yea…?”

“I didn’t make such ‘promises – all I needed was blood samples of lightning-struck victims for my studies in cancer research… now Taro and Hiro are ‘hospitalized’ in Perth cos of that… and I won’t send anyone there… ‘not’ now ‘not’ ever…”

“Come-on Doc, they are ‘just’ staffs – you can compensate them with something-something… and the minions would ‘serve’ you wholeheartedly…”

“You despicable-child! My staffs are ‘not’ minions – and I DO CARE for them and their-families too… Taro has a 3-year-old daughter who ‘celebrated' her birthday the day-after he left the night from Perth-to-DC… he ‘should-be’ celebrating with her… instead the poor-girl’s father is hospitalized for rabid-bites!”

“Come-on, you’re being sentimental, doc – it will-pass… but right ‘now’ we have a sweet-triangle trade-deal here with the Brits-Yanks-and-Aussies… you don’t wanna ‘screw-that-up’ just-over some 3-year-old ‘missing’ her birthday-party… yes, and-may she have ‘other’ birthdays to celebrate with her old-man in years to come – because the excellent medical-doctors here would ‘cure’ him soon off-rabies… yea, it’s just like dingo-bite cases…”

“Peter Walker, you’re a selfish, greedy, and inconsiderate fellow! I’ve given you a learning-device and a robotic-arm – WHAT ‘MORE’ DO you want…!!?”

“THIS ‘INTRODUCTION’ to the blood-deal is – what I ‘want’ next – let’s put our differences-aside and make ‘some’ easy-mills outta this easy-peasy transaction…okay…?”

“NO!!! I’ve helped you ‘enough ‘– for you to live a normal-life ‘beyond’ your disabilities… goodbye Peter Walker – DON’T CALL ME AGAIN… as I’m ‘blocking’ your number!!!”

Peter was shocked and speechless ‘when’ his ‘only’ option in the UK-deal – ‘had’ hung-up on him…

… he cried out his frustration – and threw his iPhone across the room – the flung-device landed on his bed… beside his iPad.

Peter ‘channeled’ his anger at Dr Jack Turner…

‘… just like your blind-school-niece, YOU’RE A ‘TRAITOR,’ Jack – and you ‘refuse’ to help an Aussie! Just because they gave you an AMERICAN-CITIZENSHIP… you ‘now’ think as a Yankee and have FORGOTTEN YOUR ‘ROOTS’ – THAT YOU WERE ‘born’ here in Perth… fed with Marmite and drank Milo just like us…

‘… now, you think YOU’RE BETTER’ THAN US – by ‘refusing’ to reach a helping-hand to a FELLOW-COUNTRYMAN from Downunder…

‘You-Jack, you ‘BETRAYED’ OUR FLAG – and, I HATE YOU!!!’

-O-

Peter needed to ‘think’ in a different environment – he unplugged his AI-headset device and robotic-arm from the charger and left his bedroom – holding his Babolat racquet…

… and went downstairs – noticing Paul playing Dota in the kitchen – and scoffed…

He ‘only’ spoke to Poe in front of Caroline as a ‘pretense’… to get into his mom’s ‘good-books’ – but his twin WAS ‘NOT’ biting the bait – and had ‘not’ been in speaking-terms with him ever-since the Cursed-trio came to post-Treeton-Perth 5 months ago.

-O-

Peter went outside to the Walkers’ garden – he was ‘proud’ – it was well-kept after he mowed the lawn last week.

Swinging his racquet in the-air… beside the sleeping-willow tree – he wanted to train ‘grass-court’ tennis in the uneven pitch…

‘… not’ perfect as Wimbledon – where I would ‘one-day’ play…’

He hit his tenno-ball on the house side-wall – leaving green patches chlorophyl-stains on it… as it bounced-back to him on the rough-and-bumpy grass… as he hit-again…

The annoyed dog at the Walkers’ backyard barked its head-off…

‘… shut-up, you stupid bloody dog – or I’ll ‘poison’ you-dead… with one-less number of dingoes in Aussie-land…’

He heard inside – of Paul called out to the Belgian Malinois to ‘calm-it-down’ – Kitty was then quiet.

Peter was still pissed-off with Dr Turner…

… imagined his ‘face’ on the wall – when he smashed the tenno to the concrete…

He wanted to vent to Bella of his ‘failed’ UK venture – as he had told many of his problems and secrets to her since he had ‘TIME-TRAVELLED’ to the post-Treeton world

Peter ‘knew’ her schedule-routine – of sleeping-in-late after late-night of bingeing Netflix…

Peter too watched the streaming-service network – but he SLEPT ‘EARLY’ so that he could play HIDE-AND-SEEK with blind-Jane in the astral-world…

… but occasionally his incubus-aura had ‘sex’ with the ‘sleeping’ Bella-French at her uncle’s residence … but it was ‘not’ as gratifying as he ‘had’ physically slept with her – in the motel-room in their-afternoons after-school flings…

… in their Hateful-8’s animal-rescue ‘HQ’…

… he had ‘not’ had sex with her at the motel-room ever-since... the evening of Charlie ‘the-Horse’ Ross ‘death’… at the South Perth Zoo…

… and, the Hateful-8 had laid-low from the radar-ot-the authorities since…

Peter thought that both Kirk Kiperman and Daniel Bennett who ‘had’ DONE A ‘GOOD’ JOB as for the past 2 months… no police had came ‘knocking’ on any of the animal-activist member’s door-front…

… who ‘had’ decapitated the Horse’s head-and-limbs and burnt his body and his superbike that night... to get ‘rid-of’ evidence.

He remembered his inspector-mother had ‘only’ mentioned of monkeys released that night... were re-captured later…while some ‘had’ died in their survival in the concrete-jungle of Perth.

Peter wanted to ‘meet’ his Hateful-8 crew – because he was curious about what Kirk had ‘said’ that…

… there was A ‘BUNKER’ – his late-dad had built in the Walkers’ House…

There was an inquisitiveness in the back of his head OF ‘WHAT’ was in the secret-place – where one had to use an underground-elevator to-go ‘there’…

‘… what had dad ‘STORED’ THERE for ‘me’…???’

Hitting the ball, he chuckled…

‘… it’s ABOUT TIME I explored my-dad’s restricted-and-private life…

‘… MY ‘PREZZIES’ down-there…!!!

‘… but for-now, all I have TO ‘DO’ IS – to keep my-nose squeaky clean and don’t rock-the-boat in this POST-TREETON REALM…”