PAUL SAT GAWKED AND SHOCKED in his wheelchair… since he shouted ‘wolf’ – which transpired into the SHOOTING IN THE BASKETBALL COURT, where 5 PFC fans were shot and injured…
… ‘not’ dead… thank-God…
… and the only-one dead – that was the shooter-himself – when the criminal Hajji was mauled to his-death by Piper and his partner Kitty, in the chaos after that…
… it was a huge-huge-stampede – where the terrified, over-5000 fans were scrambling for their lives at once, into 3 exit-doors, where scores of SPECTATORS WERE ALSO INJURED.
Paul also saw the billionaire-coward-mayor running away… from the crime-scene, as he was heavily protected and shielded – by his bodyguards and personal police – and the politician left Stamford High without releasing a ‘press-statement’ of the shooting incident.
Now 5 minutes later…
… the earth ‘shook’ – Paul noticed those fans, who ran-out the exit-door of the west-wing into the outdoors, moments ago – were now-screaming ‘earthquake’ – and scrambling back into the auditorium…
‘It’s Asmodeus – WHERE IS PETER…?’
… Paul thought, as he wheelchaired fast to the west-wing exit-door – and-at the entrance-mouth, he ‘stood-up’ as he levitated forward – at the opposite-direction of the entering fans…
‘… they were jacked-up in fright – they would ‘NOT’ NOTICE a bloody cripple-walk…’
Paul levitated on the stone-steps, with people bumping at him – and looked beyond at the tennis court, and saw…
… his twin standing alone…
‘… is he waiting for Asmodeus to COME-AND-TAKE him…?’
… Paul thought, while still proceeded below – with his PLAN-B IN MIND.
Paul then stopped and from the higher terrain, he saw IT ‘COMING’ – trees were falling across the road, beyond the school’s outside-boundary. A massive crack in the earth was snaking… and heading-towards the tennis court, where Peter stood.
The cripple flew over to his twin, but it was too late – the crack from the road had trespassed beyond to the tennis court, and ‘SWALLOWED’ PETER-IN – who yelled-out in fear, before falling into the hole.
The school ground shook-hard – when the fast creeping-crack on the ground then struck the auditorium wall – and then, it mysteriously ‘stopped’ – at-once the WALL-STRUCTURE OF THE GYM COLLAPSED DOWN, destroying the interior.
Paul flew over to the now, 3 destructed outdoor tennis courts – and FOUND HIS TWIN ‘ALIVE’ inside a 5-meter-deep open-grave…
Hovering over, the cripple turned his head – there NO-ONE WAS AROUND, except them both – an opportunity…
… for Paul TO ‘TAKE-OUT’ his Chosen-twin of Asmodeus, with his Plan-B.
He put out his hand in the pit, to electrocute-and-kill – AND HEARD…
… whimpering and sniffling sounds in the dark-hole…
… and…
… Paul COULD ‘NOT’ do it…
… instead, his hand grabbed Peter – to the surface, from the rubble…
“Are you okay?”
Peter was bitterly crying – and illogically nattering, in his wails…
“… Janey sabo me… she did ‘not’ finish the game… to complete the PFC-Rematch…”
Paul sighed deep, before ‘schooling’ him…
“ARE YOU BLOODY BRAIN-DEAD, or is something ‘seriously’ wrong with you-you-moron? Jane has no interest in your so-called-PFC brand to play tennis, okay? PLAYING TENNIS is ‘your’ dream ‘NOT’ HERS! So, you get your BLOODY-PRIORITIES ‘RIGHT’ IF YOU WANT to seriously live-up to your dreams… by playing tennis on your ‘own.’
“It’s YOUR DREAM, mate… YOU ‘OWN’ YOUR OWN-DREAM…
“… you be your ‘own’ horse-cart-and-carrot to MAKE IT WORK…you-get me…!!?”
Peter slowly nodded in agreement… but he still-have his trump-card hidden, to play with next – with his Kraken-of-his ROBOTIC-ARM OF ‘his’ future, arriving-soon...
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Both twins decided to go home. They then passed to cross the earthquake rubbles, to get into the school. Paul noticed an ‘operating’ TV-camera on the court, with its ‘red’ light still on, and-recording – apparently the device was abandoned, by the fleeing-from-quake cameraman…
… the cripple zapped it… and ‘fried’ it… to leave no ‘digital’ footprints of his ‘secret’ identity of Perth’s accidental-superhero.
The twins entered the west-wing exit-door of the gym – and both saw the mass-destruction of the fallen-wall, that dropped on-to the basketball court. Paul then was more morbidly-shocked and dizzier and was shaky in his floating-balance – and, he found his wheelchair-ahead, undamaged, and he sat on it immediately – because he ‘needed’ to-sit…
… after realizing the ‘DEAD’ HAJJI, WAS BURIED-under the rubble.
Paul was ‘distracted’ by the chuckling Peter…
“Looks like Coach Jonah WOULD BE ‘GONE,’ out-of-my hair – as he has no reason to stay in SHS, with this kindda mess in his backyard!”
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SOME CONCERNED FANS TOOK THEIR-IDOL… the injured Blind-Jane to safety, after she was knocked-down aside in the stone-steps, by the stampede in the gym’s exit-door. They brought her out-of-harms-way before the quake occurred.
From there-on…
… the in-pain blind-tween who-was with a fractured-arm – was in-and-out of her consciousness. And, she braved-on… and WAS ‘TOTALLY’ BLIND – without both her ‘beacons’ to use her 3rd-eye… when she was travelling in an ambulance, to the hospital.
She even ‘LOST’ HER AI BOYYO-device in the melee…
But it was a good-thing, SHE HAD MEMORIZED her mother’s phone number, in-case-of-emergency. After the hospital had put her left-arm in a cast… she used the hospital’s payphone to call her mummy…
… as her left-behind Samsung in her backpack, which was still in the school’s gym-locker.
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Shelley Wilson came to the hospital from another hospital, after sitting in a 2-hour massive traffic-jam – after the mild-tremors hit Perth.
And, the mother finally was reunited with her B-girl.
Jane broke-down and cried, hugging her – and Jane asked how her daddy’s heart operation-went and her mother told her it WENT WELL… AND ‘NOT’ TO WORRY. After a quick lunch at the hospital cafeteria, they headed to Royal Perth Hospital to visit the recovering-Anthony – who was still in a stroke-coma.
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Meanwhile, at the Wilsons, Samuel ran a fever, at the loss of his telly and the Jungle-Book. Lola Flores was putting-up with his fuss and tantrums while cooking. Then, the Filipina was distracted by dogs barking, outside the main gate…
She carried Samuel and went outdoors – both were surprised to see ‘their’ dog, Piper – with another pregnant dog. Once the gate was opened, only the brown-dog came in, and ‘not’ Piper, despite the frantic Baby-Samuel calling-him…
“Piper, comeee…”
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
He barked-once to acknowledge his Master-pup, wagging his tail… before he ran-off.
The Belgian Malinois came inside the house – and was confused in the new-environment of the living room. Lola opened the backdoor in the kitchen and clicked-her-tongue – and the pregnant dog followed out. The housemaid filled-up Piper’s water dish and offered her – Kitty ‘got’ her partner’s ‘scent’…
…and she felt at ‘home’…
… after drinking the cool-water, she slept by the water-dish.
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PAUL AND PETER REACHED THE LOBBY of the school – which was chaotic as a one-stop pick-up point for ambulances to transport the injured PFC fans to various hospitals. The gunshot victims were the critical-ones, who were ones transported out first.
Next came in were a couple of fire-trucks and followed by 3 Australian Army-medical trucks, that came to get the scores of fans injured in the stampede and the collapse of the outer wall, into the gym by the quake.
The TWINS WERE SEPARATED when they got there – Paul was on his wheelchair, as he mentally prayed for the ‘suffering’ PFC-injured fans who, some were bleeding in various parts of their bodies…
… he overhead a fireman cursing to his mate, that the school was ‘cursed’ – where last month, it was the phone-bombing victims and now – the earthquake wounded.
Paul saw Peter had regrouped with Jason Lang and classmates… who were his-PFC-fans. The TV media vans arrived, and cameras were pointed to stretchers of mass-victims, loaded into the army-medical trucks. They were also interviewing eyewitness to the earlier gun-shooting – and soon…
… the one-armed Peter was in-FRONT OF THE CAMERA, and was doing his bragging-stunts.
“For the record, I, Peter Walker who is one-half of the ‘Perth’s Famous Couple’ who played just now was leading in points in the 2nd set, before the earthquake struck during the playoff – which-means, technically my PFC-brand won – and, we are the champs in the replay… just to prove that viral YouTube was ‘not’ a fluke!!!”
His twin on the wheelchair sighed and shook his head…
‘… he will never change…’
His iPhone rang…
… and it was Lily Wang – he had completely forgotten to get back to her, an hour ago – since ‘too-many’ tragic incidents had happened ‘all-at-once,’ since-then.
Alicia’s cousin gave the ‘news’…
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… and Paul had to ‘see’ before he could ‘believe’ it.
He next called Gary for a ride, to Perth’s Children’s Hospital – and fortunately, the driver was somewhere nearby…
After a 20 long-minutes wait… the Nissan Almera was on the way to the hospital, through the shortcut-chokers of the traffic jam, resulted by the minor-quake.
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Jane received a ‘good-news’ at the hospital, while in her father’s visit – her mummy had received a phone call from the police station, that some PFC fan had found her blind daughter's BOYYO-DEVICE, LOST during the ‘quake.’
Upon reaching home, that Monday evening – after collecting Boyyo from the police lost-and-found – Blind-Jane received her 2nd ‘good-news’… when Lola excitedly told that Piper came-by ‘visiting’ and left his wifey-behind – and it gave birth to 4 puppies – a male and 3 females.
The Belgian Malinois was nursing her hungry new-born puppies. Its tail wagging, the dog recognized the blind-girl… who had ‘freed’ her and Piper, at the downtown veterinarian hospital.
Jane greeted…
“Hello, Kitty.”
Lola told Jane to give-names to the puppies – and she thought of her BFF, Alicia Wong – who was a budding-violinist in their school’s orchestra’s musical-notes. She respectively named the 3 female puppies Do-Re-Mi…
… and, the chubby-male pup – as Piper-Junior.
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Paul rushed out in his wheelchair, from the opening-door of the hospital elevator-door. He was heading fast to Alicia’s wardroom – and saw some relatives outside, gawking inside. He made his way inside and heard them cheering, and clapping at him.
The crippled-boyfriend saw Alicia was on the bed and had regained-back her consciousness, after more than a month in a coma. Robin saw him – and told her daughter in Hokkien, that Paul had visited her often, and brought her flowers too. Alicia smiled weakly at him.
Paul came-up fast beside the bed, and crawled on top and hugged his girlfriend – Cousin Lily Wang and the relatives cheered and clapped…
… Alicia had a vivid-dream – that Paul had come-down to hell – and rescued her.
Soon, the couple-tweens were-compromised into a-Hollywood-kiss…
More loud cheers and claps were heard in the wardroom… with the blushing Robin telling her daughter…
“Aiyoh, Ah-girl, enough-la… you haven’t brushed your teeth, for a month…”
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PERTH WAS IN STATE OF MEDIA FRENZY – with newspapers, TV-News and social media were ‘all’ focused on Stamford High’s gun-shooting @ the PFC-Rematch…
… and the school took the few popular-up spots in trends – which also happened on the ‘same’ day when the school was struck-hard by the freak-earthquake.
Some reporting had added bizarre POLITICAL SPINS-to it…
‘Mayor’s assassination foiled by Hero-dogs’
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There were photos of blind-Jane who fractured her arm and received a deep-gnash on her forehead resulted by the ‘quake’ in-Instagram.
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And, Jane’s dog, Piper WAS THE MAIN-HIGHLIGHT – in YouTube…
… posted by PFC fans’ phone-videos – where Hajji was attacked by the Hero-dog and accompanied by another big-brown dog. The videos were gruesome…
… where the dogs viciously attacked and killed him – with Piper ripping-off the Nigerian’s throat…
… and simultaneously, Kitty chewing-off his groins…
… in the YouTube’s comment section… someone wrote…
‘… goodbye-Paradise… goodbye 72-virgins…’
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In the TV News…
…was Det. Insp Caroline Walker of Police-Serious Crimes division – who gave a statement that it was confirmed the dead dug-up in the rubble by the firemen – was ‘confirmed’ to-be the wanted criminal-murderer Hajji Ibrahim-Eusoff Adeyemi…
… and she declared the crime-case ‘closed.’
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MEANWHILE UP-IN PARADISE, IN JUNIOR’S BEDROOM – with stern-warning signs pasted of ‘KEEP-OUT!!!’ and “I HATE MY DAD!!!’ on the room door. The Creator was playing his Rebel-Son’s videogames – ever-since he had run away from home...
... when the Old-man imposed his cardinal ‘haram-rules’…
… of ‘No-Booze/No-Partying/No-Pork’ in the Big-house.
He does ‘NOT’ CARE WHERE that Son of his ‘was’ now at – nor neither did care of the billions of mortals calling on him, in the prayer’s-hotline…
‘…go-on… AND LEAVE ME ALONE – go-on ‘enjoy’ your problems…’
The bored, white-bearded Old-Man – who had just completed a mediocre videogame called – ‘The Revenge of Asmodeus’ – and won the Easter-eggs of ‘Blood of Peter’ and ‘Soul of Peter.’
He was ‘not’ satisfied of ‘how’ the game-developers on Perth-earth had come-up… with an equally mediocre and mundane plot for a videogame…
And, griped at the All-Women Trinity concept, which He felt was blasphemous – and of the depiction…
… of his minion-Michael – as ‘not’ a loyal and betraying servant, was outrageous….
‘And-also… they don’t know Asmodeus as I do – who to me… was a real-formidable adversary – and ‘not’ a cartoon-villain character…!’
He was then hungry…
… went to the kitchen, and barbie a couple of low-fat white doves for lunch… He then tended to take a looong-nap, and after He woke up, and went to the dunny-business – He would then play…
… the next videogame, called ‘Escape from Planet of Asmodeus.’
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IN THE CUBE OF APOLLO, LEEU THE AFRICAN PRINCE of the Sun-god had-died, in the arms of his lover-Venus – the great-lion died of blood-poisoning after bitten by the venomous Fu-dog.
In tears, the Mother of Virgos stroked Leo’s mane and furry-face for the ‘last-time’…
... and offered departed-prayers to the god-Apollo, to reincarnate her lover in his 9-other-lives.
On her knees, the Beauty saw the Beast disintegrated into cosmic-dust… and his-glowing ‘ashes’ were floating away, above to the heavens.
She remembered the Rebel-cause that she was ‘into,’ which was against the Underworld, and that led to the mission which was – TO DESTROY ‘THE BLOOD OF PETER’ ...
... and she ‘made’ her Virgo-daughter to kill-off her ‘soulmate,’ for the greater good…
Now-since, her-Leo had died – Venus was feeling real-guilty ...
... for Jane’s ‘too’ who…
... had lost her first love, through her ‘noble-sacrifice.’
The All-beauty wanted-badly to restore the ‘balance’ of the lives, of the Cursed-trio and also make them ‘whole-again’ without their handicap-lost...
... and, she knelt and prayed, and gave ‘fragrant-scented-offerings’ to god-Apollo – to make perfection-happen because He ‘cares.’
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Venus who was then-seated, turned her body to the left, to the Roman’ chessboard of life-balance – and took the ‘BLOOD OF PETER’ CHESS-PIECE, that was-outside of the mystical-board – and her-fingers was then, moving the ‘soulmate’ chess-piece…
… closer-next to the Blind-one’s chess-piece…
...to reunite…
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Into-Peter’s dreamland…
... Jane was skateboarding, and she could ‘see’ the surrounds, as she was ‘no-longer’ blind. On the steep winding road, she was moving-herself skilfully downhill. Peter on his-rolling board… then caught up with her, lifted his arm…
“Janey-look – my ‘left’ hand is-back here!”
“Yes-Peter, I can ‘see’ it.”
“Now-how is that possible? ARE WE DREAMING?”
“Yes, we ‘are’ – and deep-down, somehow… I feel Mother Venus is ‘behind’ this…”
“You mean the-hottie!!! Err… your hot-lady friend…”
“Yes, her – she’s the Mother of Virgos.”
“That’s cool you have a Mother, even-in your zodiac birth-sign – where is Mercury, my sign-Ruler as my Daddy-O…?”
… Peter laughed, as he surfed on the road.
“Hey-Janey, I’m hungry – wanna eat at Maccas…?”
” Nope, I’m craving nachos – where was that place you took me-out to, on ‘our’ first-date?”
“You-mean that-Taco-Bells.”
“Ya, that place…”
“Okay-we go there… err, hey-Janey… when CAN WE ‘GET-BACK’ TOGETHER…? Please… I need to update my social-media relationship-status…”
“Hey-Peter… let’s not’ go-there and fight-today, okay – but LETS-ENJOY ‘our’ series of these dream-in-a-dream instead – and see… ‘WHERE-THAT TAKES US…”
“But that’s fine in the dream-world – but someday… my Netflix-movie ‘tennis-biography’ would sure-SUCK-IN-REAL-world life…
"... as a loner… and-loser…”
… he mumbled…
... and sighed…
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End Of Book 3
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