BEFORE NOON THE WILSONS RETURNED HOME, from the country-club after lunch over there too, in the Blake Rotunda. The doctor-mother noticed her B-girl was extremely quiet in the company, of her and her brother…
Shelley looked that she was in AN ODD-STATE of ‘sleepwalking’… so-much-so, the mother had to occasionally ask Jane, if she was alright several-times – and to which, her B-girl always responded that, ‘I’m fine, just tired.’
What Shelley the mother did ‘not’ know – was that her B-girl WAS IN ‘2-WORLDS’ – bodily physically ‘over here’…
… but…
…in aura, she ‘over there’…
… INSIDE THE COMATOSE Alicia’s subconscious mind…
-O-
At home… after coming back from their country-club activities, Shelley saw her B-girl was like a zombie, going-upstairs to her bedroom. And, the mother was pleased that her daughter was well-behaved and listened to her ‘more.’ She was pleased that her daughter, was wearing dresses – as to how Shelly-herself was taught by her-mummy while growing up…
‘You don’t need to wear pants like your father… to be successful,’ said her ‘own’ mother back-then…
‘… the power of wearing-dresses… will have equal or more greater results too.’
Gone were the B-girl’s rebellious arguments, wanting to be a ‘bad-girl’ – and had embarrassed her before, in front of her ‘equally-shocked’ house-guest, DURING THE DINNER INVITATION – when her B-girl had on-purpose, took her ‘bad-boy’… the one-armed-boyfriend by his hand, and dragging him upstairs, to her bedroom.
The doctor-mother blamed the bad influence on her B-girl’s headset-technology – who was influenced Jane-then – now… with good-riddance SIMY.
Shelley felt that she had a done-good job by taming-of-the-shrew – but one thing nagging, that she still hated, and she ‘would’ like her B-girl to change – was to get rid of her 3 ugly-blond-dreadlocks, which gave Jane a ‘wild-look’ in a her-fashion statement.
Her repeated, broken-record ‘horror-tales’ of Stevie Wonder, seemed to be ‘not’ working…
The mother looked around the living room and saw little-Samuel, who had used the remote-control and switched on again, into his ‘The Jungle Book’ DVD…
… she should NEXT ‘TEACH’ HIM… how-to, be good-well-behaved and-obedient too.
Overall, Shelley Wilson was in good-high spirits that morning, after a couple of wine, which she had in Blake-Rotunda while lunch, with both children – and, she had a good family-bonding-time…
… she ‘only’ wished Anthony was there too.
-O-
Upstairs… blind-Jane in her tennis-skirt entered her bedroom and dropped her Boyyo headset in her Queen-sized bed. She walked up to her desk, removed her backpack… and held by the bag-strap, and carefully placed on desk-top…
… Jane felt the bag’s strap-chewed edges – and THAT REMINDED HER of her beloved Piper, who had rivalled SIMY… back then, into a tug-a-war with her love-and-attention…
Her Samsung cellphone rang...
… she had put A FIREWALL ON BOYYO – and preferred a direct communication from her Samsung, instead of ‘through’ her AI… for her ‘own’ privacy – which she had naively had ‘not’ thought of before… WHILE USING HER former ‘over-protective’ SIMY.
It was the worried Ms King on the other-end… to GET UPDATE FROM JANE, of Monday’s D-day. The blind-girl was equally ‘lost’ too…
… as Paul had ‘not’ been in contact with the Red-demon, Mercury – nor with the Mother of Virgos…
… Jane ‘herself’ wasn’t aware that like a ‘dream-in-dream’ – her ‘aura-in-aura’ was ‘already’ inside the comatose Alicia’s subconscious mind.
Blind-Jane updated the student counsellor-ally of the Cursed-trio ‘EMOTIONAL-LEVELS’ – that she ‘sensed’ that Paul was still sleeping at his home – but the one-armed Peter…
… was ‘angry’ all-morning long… while she felt the strong bad-vibes ‘when’ in TENNIS TRAINING… and ‘swimming’ … just now, at the country club.
Before ending the phone call… Diane King had requested Jane to ‘keep’ updating her, if there were any ‘latest’ development in the Cursed-trio… Jane stood in the centre of her bedroom, figuring-out ‘why’ Peter was having a rage-bout just now…
… and thought-next of his Babolat racquet.
Jane recalled his weapon-of-choice… he told it ‘was,’ and – asked her to ‘touch’ it… and the blind-girl FELT ITS EVIL-AURA – on the night, when Peter had infiltrated-her dream, the night… when baby-brother Samuel was abducted, moments later.
She should protect her loving-brother or else… she would lose him too – like her precious ‘ones’ – that…
…she had already ‘lost’ her dear-ones…
… like Alicia, Piper and SIMY.
Blind-Jane remembered her ‘gift’ from her BFF Alicia, who made a steel baton-walking-cane for self-protection, which she had used later, mainly for walking – now…
… her baton was her ‘own’ weapon-of-choice… just like Peter’s Babolat, was to him…
Jane was ‘previously-training’ her martial-arts move, which Alicia had taught her the basics, at the dojo during the last school’s term…
… now…
… by wielding the baton around, with her sleek moves, of somersaulting with using her 3rd-eye – Jane was ‘visualizing’ the Arora-Australis, as her ‘platform-court’ – where she-then had a tennis-like match-battle – in the atmosphere above the zoo before – by-using her balls-of fiery star-bolts… with the dark-entity BlackStar.
She quit-tired, after a-half hour of the visualization ‘workout,’ and WENT TO BED, TO NAP – she then had an afternoon nightmare…
-O-
… in the disturbing-event at the country club… she had returned from her tennis practise – and found her mother by the adult swimming pool, crying out her baby brother’s name… again and again in vain.
“Mummy, what happened?”
“Your brother fell into the pool, he is drowning…”
“Mummy, go save him.”
“I can’t swim – Jane, YOU GO!”
“No… I’m afraid of deep-water…!”
“Jane, listen here – DIDN’T YOU ONCE SAID – that you are ‘blind,’ and don’t fear danger?”
The blind-girl remembered saying ‘that,’ after the Treeton school’s field trip – when her mother asked her back then, ‘why’ she ran into the storm, in the field to go to Peter, who was in danger…
…where, she even told her mother – that she would ‘not’ hesitate to do it again… if any members of her family were in danger.
“Quick, Jane DO IT NOW! If your brother dies, his ‘DEATH’ IS ON YOU!”
Although-terrified… he blind-girl dove into the deep end of the water and resurfaced – and she too shouted her brother’s name – she heard Samuel’s ‘voice’ calling back to her…
“… Jane! Jane… help…”
The blind-sister swam towards his cries – unknowing it was Shui-Gui, mimicking his voice.
The long-haired water-ghost, of Chinese mythology – of a woman killed by drowning…
… who-now rose from the water… and both her green-skinned hands pressed the blind girl's head – sinking her below water…
… while struggling, Jane felt 2-hands with fingernails from the back, had dug-deep into both her shoulders and sinking her deep-below, from the surface… to the dark pool-floor bed. The blind girl was helpless, and gave-up writhing… and drowned beneath…
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The cursed-scar on her upper-forehead then glowed-dimly underwater – and through her 3rd-eye, she ‘saw’ her own-aura coming fast towards her – and the ‘entity’ then socked the water-ghost, in its face – and it had hurt the oriental-water-ghost, which let her shoulders go…
The aura grabbed Jane’s hand…
… but instead of resurfacing from the water, the force dragged the blind-girl down – and ‘through’ the floor of the swimming pool…
… TO THE ‘OTHER-SIDE.’
… blind-Jane, then heard the man-voice of her dog…
“Jane-Jane – DON’T BE AFRAID – SIMY-dog is outside ... she will guide you...”
… with an anxiety-attack bout… Blind-Jane was panting hard… and she ‘heard’ her faithful ‘talking dog,’ who was in front…
… of the opened door TO THE UNDERWORLD.
Then calming down quietly, Jane nodded to Piper… and came forward to the portal…
… Jane Wilson… stepped out, and SHE CROSSED over…
“Be careful out there, Jane…”
-O-
MEANWHILE… PETER JUST REACHED HOME – from after-snooping at his rival camp, at the country club's tennis court, where ‘his’ mixed-pair partner was training along-side with the opponent. He doesn’t mind that so much but, what annoyed the one-armed tween the most was that…
… his-ex went swimming… with his Boys’ Category tennis adversary.
Pacing back-and-fro…
… with his Babolat gripped tight, in his only-hand – he had a flashback of 2 months ago, of blind-Jane… who had personally approached him…
… while he minding-his-own-business… in his self-training…
… and-she had requested him… to ‘coach’ her on how-to-play tennis and…
… then flash-forward ‘now’…
… Douglas Zimmerman was reaping the ‘fruits’ of the harvest, that he had laboured and sowed – then, and till present day – with his ‘nurturing’ of his ‘every’ PFC branding effort.
He swatted his Babolat, and off his table-lamp flung from his study-desk, crashing on the floor, He shouted at an imaginary bare-bodied Zimmerman, standing in front of him… wearing his swimming-trunks, smirking at his face…
“You bloody-fool, I’m the one who bloody-taught ‘blind-school’ tennis… and to where she is, today!”
Jane Wilson had entered his life when he was at his ‘low’ point ‘before’ – where he thought everyone was conspiring against him, that left him bouts of sleepless nights of nightmares, where he feared he would go to prison for ‘killing’ his dad in the BMW accident. There came Jane, who had made him feel ‘good,’ when she started called him ‘Champ,’ in a time of his life when his school had forgotten of ‘who’ he once was, and where the ‘mediocre’ ones…
… spite and spit at him, for losing his left-tennis arm.
They both… had hit-off well since, when Jane was all-over him, which built his self-confidence slowly into A TRANSFORMATION FROM A loveless and lonely rebel…
… to-be someone who was likeable… when they both became an ‘item.’
She brought out-many good things in him that he never knew he had of, and-had long forgotten since he was crippled, in that tragic-accident. But that was enough, where insecurities crept in with the fear of going to prison, for causing his father’s death with him kicking his father’s seat, which distracted Solomon Walker – and their BMW crashed with an oncoming delivery truck.
That fear had escalated with continuous nightmares, where he decided to ‘run away’ from home. While searching for his prosthetic-arm in the storage garage…
… he stumbled upon his old-skateboard, and happened to know that blind-Janey wanted to ‘learn’ skateboarding in her term-holidays – which made him ‘not’ run but stay – so that… he could teach her that too.
Peter sat at the edge of his bed, tapping his Babolat on the floor – while recalling more fragments, of his ‘lost’ happiness with Janey…
He then remembered Janey coming to his bedroom after they were ‘cursed’ in Treeton-farm – after, the Cursed-trio was discharged from hospital – whereby, Janey then had touched his stump-arm and said, that she can ‘see’ him glow-red, which led to the tearful-bliss of them both – hugging tightly with kisses when she admitted that he was her ‘beacon’ – for her ‘blind-world’…
… where she had ‘sight’ now for the first time… since birth…
‘…where else, that bloody-Poe was in denial – and did ‘not’ want to admit that he can glow, to everybody… and especially Mom…with him being her favourite-son…’
Soon his thoughts were trained back, to focus on ‘Janey’ – when he recalled into the Ranger’s ‘black panther’ capture incident – with rah-rah hero-dog – and, where during the TV-media interview, he watched and heard with both his eyes-and-ears that…
… Janey told on-air that she had gone out late at night, TO MEET HER ‘BOYFRIEND,’ when the panther attack happened.
Since that day… they bonded in love, where Janey said she will stand-by him to rebuild himself-up, to BE A TENNIS CHAMP AGAIN. She ‘trained’ with him, and was willing to use the power of her 3rd-eye… which they ‘used,’ and cursed-duo beat the school’s first-choice pair, Doug & Zoe…
… and, the REST WAS HISTORY – and, video-stars were born – when it went viral… then led to THE BIRTH OF…
… ‘his’ ‘Perth’s Famous Couple’ brand…
… in appreciation, for his love to her and through the many successes Janey had brought him during their school term-break – he reciprocated by making HER A ‘BLOOD-VIAL’ – and present it to her, on the first day when school reopened for final-break, TO PROCLAIM HER as his soulmate…
‘…where IS THAT BLOODY-blood vial…?’
Peter got-up fast from his bed, and looked around… where was the package delivered in eBay where he bought it cheap – with an instruction-manual that stated it needed 12 drops, as in 12 months, to fill-up-full content-plastic…
… to complete a tiny, full-soulmate’s blood-vial.
He then remembered ‘NOT’ COMPLETING HIS TASK… during the last days before school reopened – because it was BLOODY-PAINFUL to prick-his-finger for his blood ‘when’ he had only one-arm. But dredge-up recalling he had managed ‘ONLY’ 5 DROPS… before quitting…
‘…where IS THAT BLOODY-blood vial…?’
Peter searched high-and-low for it, and found ‘none’ – and though whether… if he had thrown it away, while he had ‘last’ thoroughly clean-up of his bedroom… during the American visitors of Kimura Star Corp., dropped by last month…
‘No… it can’t be…!’
He bought the blood-vial online, ‘after’ the visitors left – because of bloody-Taro-san … refused to give him a sample of his ‘own’ blood, as souvenir…
‘…where is THAT BLOODY-blood vial…?’
Peter remembered his room was trashed-up after school, where some ‘bloody-hackers’ entered…
“Oh-my-God! They STOLE MY BLOOD – those BLOODY-HACKER STOLE my blood! And, that bloody Agent Dick-Dickson told to my bloody-face there were ‘NO’ HACKERS INVOLVED! What bloody-conspiracy is this…? You bloody go-and-die, Dick-Dickson, YOU GO TO HELL!!!”
He hit swung his Babolat… and brought his chair, of his desk flying…
“Everyone, who bloody stole from me, WOULD DIE… and bloody GO TO HELL! That includes you, Doug Zimmerman, you go to hell ‘too’… for stealing MY SOULMATE!!!”
The raged one-armed tween on his opioids, continued to trash his room.
-O-
Downstairs, in the windowless room, the twin was awakened… by trashing noises from a floor above…
The last time he heard noises above, was when Peter was given the duty of cleaning the house by their-mom, during the Kimura Star Corp., medical technicians came to visit.
When the groggy-Paul heard some glass-crashing on the floor, he woke-up to see… ‘what’ the racket upstairs was all-about. His stomach growled with ‘hunger,’ as he had skipped breakfast when he wheelchaired out. Soon he heard more wrecking sounds – and the crippled twin shouted out, from downstairs…
“OII! Quiet in the HOUSE PLEASE!”
There was an immediate silence…
… Paul wanted to know ‘why’ Peter was this raged, as he sensed his negative emotions were strong and ‘bad’ – and he diagnosed the radar-of Jane Wilson – his Cursed-trio counterpart – hers ‘too’ was alarming, of in distress emotions.
Worried, he called her cellphone – but Jane had switched her device off.
-O-
The one-armed boy was horrified, when he saw in his single hand holding – a broken Babolat racquet.
He then panicked…
Peter hurried… to his tennis-racquet rack in the corner of his room. and checked his 7 ‘other’ racquets – to see his favourite Babolat…
… his weapon of choice was ‘safe’ … for Monday’s PFC rematch…
… and was heart-relieved that the Babolat, which he had-ruined, was the more expensive one…
… his backup racquet which was…
… ‘sponsored’ by a chain sports-store retailer, more than 2 years ago…
… feeling ‘relieved’ that his father’s birthday’ present-racquet was ‘safe-and-whole.’
-O-
Paul was hungry – and was glad his mother had left him half a pot of java, in the coffee machine. It was almost noon, he decided to fix himself a sanger… because it was simple and fast.
He switched on the television and rolled-over to the kitchen.
He was at the kitchen counter when he buttered the bread, listening to the local news in Perth. Moments later, while grilling his ham & cheese sandwich, he heard interviews… of victims in mugging cases, by the notorious Hajji. The victims were GLAD TO BE-ALIVE when they heard the Nigerian had murdered 2 people in Perth so-far… prior to the assault-robbing them.
The media had nicknamed Hajji as ‘Black Caesar’ – an Australia’s notorious criminal of African decedent, who was a pioneer bushranger in New South Wales during the 1700s.
‘So… that is ‘what’ Mom has been doing, in her unsolvable Hajji case…’
… Paul sighed – thinking his-own bigger ‘case’ than his mother’s – with Asmodeus coming to town, to be exact…
… in Perth… in the body of the raging twin of his… on drugs.
Since he was clueless of how to defeat the evil, and… with Mercury who had gone M.I.A…
The cripple-boy sighed again – as he ‘now’ don’t-care anymore, to whatever that’s to happen on Monday… and took pleasure in his sandwich with coffee…
… enjoying his bloody-problems internally, with a full stomach…
… if he were to ever-SURVIVE IN BEING ‘ALIVE’ – on the bloody-day after-tomorrow.
A news-flash on the telly distracted him – apparently…
… what was reported was a 30-year-old male had died in a ‘freak’ accident, when his car suddenly exploded, sky-high in the freeway…
… there was footage from a rear car when it happened in-front, recorded video from another car's dashboard-cam – which showed a Holden Commodore exploding… and flipping high, in the road…
… when the news revealed the details of dead-man’s ‘photo’…
…the bite of sanger… literally dropped-off, from Paul’s shocked, gapping wide-mouth…
… it was…
… the CTU AGENT Joe Dickson.