Chapter 19: The Exorcism of Peter Walker

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ON THE NIGHT ‘AFTER’ THE Holy confirmation ceremony, Father Aloysius Brown and Father Ferdinand Reynold went for a-drink at a local pub… Lola Flores was with them, accompanied by her-husband, Raul Salazar – where they were-all ‘present’ earlier during the bishop Arthur-Beltran, who said-the-Mass @St Michael’s church… hours ago, that Sunday…

… the 2 Catholic-priests were still terrified as they re-accounted to ‘what’ they-both saw during the ritual of Holy-Communion – Peter-Walker had ‘acted’ horrifically-strange ~ swaying his-head with his wide-grin and ‘crazy-eyes’ and-then stuck-out his tongue… and flicking it like a snake…

… when shocked Father Brown was there, holding the-chalice of the-Communal wine… Peter ‘grabbed’ the cup and drank-up the entirety of-it… even licking the-rim of-the-cup leaving ‘none’ for the last-candidate, his-twin, Paul-Walker ~ where, his ‘own’ brother was a ‘WITNESS’ TOGETHER to the-priests… as he too saw the 3-seconds diabolic-demonic transformation of Peter…

Father Aloysius-Brown who had been-a Catholic priest serving a few churches in-Perth had ‘not’ encountered any demonic possession ‘before’ in the Roman Catholic-Church – but grappled with ONE TODAY in his first-time, face-to-face… during his 5-years tenure as the-parish priest @St-Michaels…

… but he had ‘heard’ of demonic-possession ‘rampant’ in the Protestant-churches – where some classified criminal-cases with-murders of ‘the-devil-made-me-do-it’ were dismissed as mentally-insane… and ‘sent’ to mental-institutions…

Since the 40-something Father-Brown was inexperience in the subject of exorcism – Father Reynolds-and-Lola ‘confessed’ to him on-the-table that they had a ‘similar’ encounter with the demonic-entity ‘before,’ that ‘had-possessed’ Peter-Walker – in the Wilson-Residence… whom Lola called it ‘Lilu’…

* Lola gave the ‘background’ story of being a housekeeper/nanny to blind-Jane and her baby-brother… Jane, at that-time, 2-MONTHS AGO was depressed with insomnia – she had confided with Lola that ‘somehow’ Peter had entered her-sleeping dream – ‘wanting’ to have sex-with-her… and Lola gave her a crucifix and taught her the Hail-Mary to ward-off Evil.

[The house was-then ‘trashed’ by a small group of feral baboons which escaped from South Perth-zoo…and, when the house was UNDER-RENOVATION with the Wilsons staying @the-Hilton, and Lola had-asked Father Reynolds to accompany her to the Wilson-house – and ‘bless’ Jane’s bedroom with Holy-water…]

* The 20-something Father Reynolds re-encountered his experience in Jane’s room… where ‘during’ blessing the-room with Holy-water ‘had-resulted’ a sudden whirlwind manifested and lifted the queen-sized bed with a glowing Red-Apple below… which-spoke in-Tagalog warning the ‘meddling’ priest-and-woman to ‘GET-LOST’ FROM the house-of-non believers…

When he refused – the entity made the closet-drawer to fly-open… and Father-Fred was ‘attacked’ by Jane’s undergarments on-his-face – with maniacal-laughter of the demon telling the priest TO ‘SMELL-IT’ and get-a-boner…

… but both Father-Ferdinand Reynolds-and-Lola had contained-and-compelled the Evil-spirit into submission with the LORD’S PRAYER – and the Red-Apple ‘transformed’ into a snaking Black-smoke what was in-pain… crying-that it would-return again…

While on the-table, the 2-priest were deciding of the Next ‘Cause’ of action to the-demonic ‘PRESENCE’ IN a Catholic-church…Lola spoke…

… recalling events of 6-or-7 months ago ‘during’ the South-Perth Zoo, where Jane-and-Paul ‘became’ heroes – when they contained ‘escaped’ rhinos in the zoo grounds à later, the Wilsons-then ‘invited’ inspector-Caroline Walker and her twin-sons for lunch – and, PETER SPOKE a smatter of Tagalog to Lola in the-kitchen… and-so ‘did’ THE ENTITY IN Jane’s bedroom – to-further ‘prove’ that Peter ‘was’ possessed by-the incubus-Lilu…

They decided to ask the bishop – and Father Brown told him ‘Everything’ that happened ‘during’ Holy-Communion… and-also Lola’s stories too ‘checked-out’ that – Peter was MAYBE-POSSESSED….

Bishop Beltran responded… to give him-sometime to think ABOUT IT – and requested a-detailed email report…

-O-

The ‘next’ day, 2-priests sent 2 separate email-reports to the bishop:

* FATHER-BROWN detailed ‘how’ Peter’s appearance turned demonic, and displayed unholy behaviours when he grabbed the chalice and choogled-up the wine ~ WITNESSED BY himself, Father-Reynolds and his-twin Paul

* FATHER-REYNOLDS described ‘how’ during the blessing of Jane’s bedroom with Holy-Water ~ he was ‘ATTACKED’ BY an Evil-entity… that ‘related’ to Peter

Both the-priests were ‘proactive,’ while waiting for the bishop’s email-reply – they met-up… and decided to be-an investigating-priests-duo. Father-Brown and Father-Reynolds went to the office that HAD TAKEN the Holy-Confirmation’s ceremony photos-and-videos ‘yesterday’ @St Michaels…

… the proprietor, Gordan-Bell told the priests that the photos-and-videos HAVE ‘NOT’ been printed-nor-processed – but the men-of-the cloth ‘insisted’ THEY WANTED to look-at the raw-footages shot during Holy-communion…

They went into the hard-drives ~ and were ‘all’ shocked of the-timelines of missing materials of-the Holy-Confirmation of BOTH PETER-AND-PAUL in 2 video-cameras’ recordings and 2 photographers’ shots… which ‘turned-out’ blurred-and-unusable…

… the proprietor, Gordan-Bell apologised for the ‘loss’… where it had ‘never’ happened-before in their years-of-services with ‘other’ clients – the priests told him, ‘No-worries’… and they left the-shop…

… believing that the Evil-entity WAS-RESPONSIBLE for the damaged-materials… as it was ‘hiding’ its tracks.

-O-

3 days later, the bishop called Father Aloysius-Brown and-instructed to-set-up a meeting with the Walker-twins @St Michael’s parish-house ON FRIDAY… so-to get to the ‘bottom’ of the ‘suspicion’ – as the bishop too was ‘there’ during the Holy-Confirmation… but did ‘not’ see such-things that-both his priests had accounted in-the-email…

… Father Brown was telling Beltran ‘About’ the Walker-twins, in his 5 years @St Michaels where he administered their First-Holy Communion at 7… and ‘prepared’ the candidates for Holy-Confession at 13…

The bishop then asked THE BACKGROUND of the sons of the Inspector-Of-Perth…

… Aloysius told him of erratic odd-moments when they-both ‘came’ in the booth for their Holy-Confession…

* PETER, was the egoistic narcissistic one-armed boy came to confessions to ‘not’ tell his sins – but blaming ‘everything’ was not-his fault but someone-else’s. And, ever-since getting his metal prosthetic-arm he was dilutional claiming he would be a top-ranking Tennis-player IN THE WORLD

* PAUL, the disabled-twin brother was a dilutional-boy ‘too’ of playing too-much videogames and watching too many science-fiction TV-shows that he asked hypothetical-questions mixing his-fiction imaginations with his-Christian RELIGIOUS-BELIEF

The bishop told him to conduct a hush-hush interview with both the-boys… and ‘not’ make it a ‘media-circus’ like the-Protestants – and to keep the record-CLEAN ‘IMAGE’ for the Roman-Catholic church…

… and also, without telling anything ‘About’ an-INVESTIGATION OF EXORCISM to the Inspector-Of-Perth – where ‘less’ people in St Michaels knowing ‘about’ the matter… was for-the ‘best’…

Bishop-Beltran had washed his-hands on the ‘matter’ … and, VOWED ‘NEVER’ to step-into St Michaels for-a-long time – after ‘encountering’ with a deranged-man who had ‘humiliated’ him during the-Mass…

… who was a ‘follower’ of his ‘OWN’ TWIN, Timothy-Beltran – the drug-addict who-now ‘claimed’ to be a ‘Prophet,’ among the destitute-and-homeless in the back-alley streets of Perth.

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But much had happened in that 3-days… just like the incident of the ‘abduction’ of Maggi on Wesak-Day by Albert-Wang – who wanted a child-Blood-sacrifice offered to Moloch… so-to prosper his ‘new’ BUSINESS-VENTURE of investing in a cyborg-tennis-player…

… but Jane as STARGIRL had rescued her… and, Maggi was safe by-the-end of the evening @her-home with Robin-and-Alicia…

Another-event, that happened THAT ‘SAME’ Wesak-Day evening was – Peter becoming a Tennis-Rockstar ‘in-the-making,’ after winning his first-3 ‘amateur’ matches @Anson clay-court…

… using the ‘stolen’ AI-darkglasses… belonging to Maggi…

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IT WAS FRIDAY, THE-DAY ‘after Wesak Day @the-Walker House – with Paul on his-wheelchair… having coffee in the backyard, accompanied by his dog, Kitty. His plans for spending the term-break morning was-to play Nintendo – and for ‘each’ level he’d advanced in Ghostbusting killing-of-demons… he would in-return, punched-out on his boxing-bag – to sweat-ot-out in his weight-loss exercise…

… but Caroline was working afternoon-shift – and, he would exercise ‘later,’ where he would be-required to-keep his secret-identity ‘from-her’… where he would be ‘levitating’ while-exercising…

… he was scratching his dog’s head, while scrolling through the ‘newsfeed’ on his iPhone. Something that happened ‘yesterday’ in-Perth caught his-eye…

‘Human-trafficking’ girl reunited with Mother’

… he-then went…

‘… huh! I ‘know’ this person…’

On his iPad-screen, using his 2-fingers, Paul stretched the-zoom to Robin’s photo-image… crying-and-holding a girl, with her face ‘blurred-out’ cos’ she was a-minor… but by the ‘conservative’ dressing worn, Paul guessed it was Maggi ‘not’ Alicia…

Immediately he called Alicia – but he got a voice-mail ‘recording’…

Paul left-his voice-message…

“… Ali, Paul-here – is your sister, okay? Call me…!’

He thought OF JANE – WHOM he ‘assumed’ would-be in-the-dark… that her-classmate from A-Class was abducted yesterday– so. Paul called her…

… despite the ‘arrangement’ they had in-secrecy that ‘only’ Jane called HIM ‘NOT’ the other-way, cos’ he was ‘blocked’ from calling his-girlfriend – but this-WAS ‘TOO’ important…

… on third ring, she ‘answered’ – Paul rambled…

“JANE! Have you heard? Maggi WAS KIDNAPPED by some human-trafficking syndicate…!!?”

Jane chuckled…

“… that’s yesterday’s news, he-he… I ‘WAS’ THERE – and, it was no F***king human trafficking…”

Paul-went, ‘huh…?’

… it was the first-time he heard Jane saying F***… she-normally ‘masked’ that word by-saying “Fish,’ to sound polite when she-cursed at-times. But Paul noticed in the facetime, that his blind-girlfriend was agitated… so, he ‘listened’…

“They were ‘trying’ to kill Mags yesterday!!!”

Jane told him of ‘how’ the incident ‘really’ happened – that Maggi was kidnapped at Maryland’s Buddhist-temple… and was taken-away to Perth’s North-East industrial-area. Then, Maggi’s AI-SIMY ‘alerted’ Boyyo – and Jane ‘responded’ by going-in ‘solo’ to rescue her…

“Pauly, when I ‘got’ there – GUESS ‘WHO’ was the culprit…? It was F***ing-Albert Wang together with some ‘evil-men’!!! HOW ‘COULD’ Ali’s father ‘even-think’ of killing his ‘OTHER’ DAUGHTER…!!?”

Paul was ‘shocked’ – but remained-quiet… he ‘knew’ the Wong-sisters’ FATHER WASN’T Albert-Wang but they ‘were’ the Time-Traveller, John-See’s daughters… but he was to-sworn secrecy to John to ‘never’ reveal to anyone in the POST-TREETON-realm about it – as it would cause discrepancy-and-disruption of events of playing the Videogame-lives of the Defender-Of-Perth…

He was glad that Jane had resolved the ‘horrific’ situation as StarGirl by rescuing Maggi – knowing that Jane was the ‘stronger’ supe than-him… who could take-care of herself…

… even the Time-Traveller had ‘mentioned’ that the ‘Guardian-angels’ supes-Of-Perth would-be separated TO-DO their solo-missions…

Jane was still ranting…

“… another horrendous-news… you-know that senior-student, KC? That fellow who’s Ali’s boyfriend – he was ‘involved too!!!”

“… huh-what…! Are YOU SURE…?”

“That’s what Maggi-said… he ‘too’ was in the car with Albert-Wang, ‘when’ Mags was-taken… but Mags told to keep it A SECRET ‘ABOUT’ Albert and KC from the Police… as it would ‘complicate’ things in her-family’ life… but I’m ‘telling’ you-this, Paul – as someone I ‘trust’…”

“… err… okay…”

… Paul had so much-to ‘unpack’ with the new ‘info’ like – ‘does Alicia’s father ‘knew’ her-boyfriend?’ – even Paul ‘personally’ doesn’t know-them, despite he was INTRODUCED to them ‘once’:

* ALBERT was in PERTHLAND – where Paul was a 16-year-old… who was accused of ‘sexually-harassing’ Alicia when he ‘kissed’ her… and was @the VP, Mrs Burnell’s office where he had to ‘apologise’ to the parents, Albert-and-Robin – but Alicia ‘SLAPPED’ HIM instead in ‘front’ of her-parents

* KEN CHAN in POST-TREETON – was introduced by Alicia ‘during’ the Mayor’s Bravery Award, and Paul had ‘not’ got a chance to ‘socialise’ with him since-then… He perceived KC as ‘a-nice guy’… but his-twin, Peter was ‘close’ to the Taekwondo-martial arts student as he saw him-and-Bella sitting with KC-and-other senior-students, during recess-break at-the canteen. They were-all friends ‘after’ Peter rescued the-Chinese youth FROM DROWNING, in the Family-Day’s Rotto-isle excursion

The troubled, Jane was ‘still’ ranting…

“Paul, we ‘should’ both protect Maggi from ‘FUTURE’ DANGER from these 2 people… they-both ‘know’ other Evil-men who would ‘harm’ Mags too – poor-girl… she ‘lost’ her AI-darkglasses yesterday when she was kidnapped…

“… but I promised her that I will get her a ‘replacement’ from Uncle-Jack… or-else she would ‘not’ have her SIM-GPS – and, Maggi would HAVE TO USE her cane to go-about…”

Paul agreed… despite he doesn’t know Maggi-well since moving to B-Class. Then, he heard the house’s land-line telephone ringing ‘inside’ the Walker-House…

… it ‘must’ be Caroline’s sister – Paul’s Aunty-Doris ‘calling’ from Sydney… like she ‘usually’ does…

… Paul was still hearing his girlfriend ‘still’ blowing-off-steam about Evil-men in-Perth… and to be vigilant-of-them… the boyfriend ‘stopped’ her…

“… Jane! My Mom is ‘coming,’ gotta-go… I call you later… err-no… you call-me… I love you…bye…”

Moments-later, Paul in the backyard with his-dog… ‘heard’ Caroline’s voice talking in the living-room. He went-back playing his Nintendo… while narrating the videogame to Kitty, who looked at the-screen, with its tail-wagging…

“… hehehe, I wish you-were Krypto… that is Superman’s dog – and, you can go with-me on my ‘solo’ mission… just like-Jane who has her-Boyyo… do you ‘like’ that, Kitty-girl…?”

He heard Caroline calling him – and-turning his head to his-mother, in her-bathrobe standing at the backdoor… and, saw him ‘talking’ to his dog…

“… Poe… Father Brown called something about a Youth Camp – and there is a candidate-interview @St Michael’s parish-house. Get dressed, we’re leaving in 20-minutes…”

“… okay-mom…” Paul replied…

… when it ‘came’ to her-Catholic church duties – the-staunch-and-devoted Insp Caroline-Walker would-be the first to ‘sign-up’ her-boys to the church without questioning… hoping they would-be upright-and-morale young Christian-men in-the-future, when they’re ‘not’ minors anymore…

… Paul too obliged to everything his-mother ASKED OF him, and readily-said ‘Yes’ to her – while he was working ‘doubly’ hard to GET-BACK into her ‘Good-Books,’ ever-since the emergence of the Family-Day ‘Kissing-video’ AND THE Deep-fake ‘sex-video’ – coming on back-to-back… which had PUT A WEDGE in their son-and-mom relationship.

-O-

Upstairs, Caroline knocked on Peter’s door… to inform the ‘same’ message she had-told her other-twin. There was no-response, so she opened to door to see the-one armed boy still asleep…

“HOI! Peter wake-up…!”

… but he was still fast asleep in the airconditioned cozy-enviroment under his-comforter – she pulled it-over… which provoked-Peter – and he nearly-cursed her, B****…

“WHAT DO YOU WANT…!!?”

“Get-up now – get ‘ready’…”

The mother told-him about the Youth-Camp interview @St Michaels… Peter shouted…

“I don’t want to go! GO-AWAY…I’m tired I want to sleep!” Pulling his-doona over… as he was WORN-OUT – ‘after’ earning his first-3 ‘amateur’ wins yesterday…

… Caroline tugged-and-removed it again – as she too yelled…

“NO-MORE sleeping, you-Bludger! You-and-Poe are ‘going’!”

“What bloody-camp ‘more’ do I’ve to attend to prove I’m a full-fledged Catholic? Haven’t I passed the Confirmations driving-test last-Sunday…? NO-THANK-YOU, Mom… let me drive my-Christian life-vehicle by-myself – I got my ‘own’ GPS set…”

“SHUT-UP! Hear-me… as long you live here till, you’re 18, you listen to ‘what’ I say – if I say you and Poe should-go – YOU GO!”

“NO! This is ‘my’ house now… Mom, stop threatening-me!”

“DO-You want me to ‘call’ Jared Wilford!?”

… Peter was dumbfounded when he ‘heard’ the name – Jared-Wilford was ‘admitted’ in the Burn-unit of Perth-Hospital yesterday…where last evening he had an ‘argument’ with Bella, when he turned-down her down, to accompany her to the-hospital…

“We’re leaving in 20-minutes – get READY-BY THEN, you-lazybones…” She said-and-left…

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Caroline-and-Paul were in the Audi ‘waiting’ for Peter – he was deliberately-slow in the house… the inspector-mother in her duty-uniform honked-the horn, and ‘after’ 10 seconds… from the backseat window, Paul saw the-devil twin in all-black tracksuit coming out the main door… barefooted, carrying his Nike-runners…

… he further made them wait – by sitting-on a chair at the patio, to put-on his shoes… when it was ‘more’ than a minute… Caroline honked-again. Paul saw his twin mumbling inaudible-curses as he tied his shoe-laces…

Paul was observing him… and anticipated the whole journey to church would be of argument-and-bickering between the mother-and-his ‘difficult’ brother, as-usual… his toxicity always raised Caroline’s blood-pressure up…

When Peter finally entered the Audi’s cabin to sit on the passenger seat – a nauseating-smell set inside the-car, that was smellier than-flatulence… it forced the mother to open all-the power-windows… the stench came from Peter DELIBERATELY WEARING the sweaty-Tracky dacks from yesterday, of-Anson court…

“What’s that smell!!? Have you washed your clothes… you’re wearing that to church to meet Father-Brown!?” Shouted the mother…

“… I’ve been-busy…” The hungover from yesterday’s after-party, son responded…

… using the stench of his-clothes TO ‘MASK’ his alcohol-breath from his inspector-mom…

“WHAT-BUSY!? You’re IN YOUR school-break…!?” Caroline shrieked…

“Stop shouting-Mom, I’m having a headache – if you ‘want’ I CAN GO-change…” Peter was ever-ready to exit the car-door, that was power-locked…

“NO! PETER, I ‘know’ what you’re doing – you’re going to church, and, that’s final!” The mother settled as she drove out from the Walker-house main-gate…

“You’re a disgrace!”

“… whatever…”

Peter wasn’t in the mood for ‘any’ conversations – he was having a hangover and was dog-tired too ‘after’ pulling-out of his bootstraps by defeating 3-Of-Chucky Miggs’ best players. From the backseat, Paul watched the devil in-snooze-mode – but his tracksuit smelt-bad…

… Paul remembered the-devil was wearing the same black-suit from yesterday, when he came-out from his windowless-bedroom around 11-ish PM to use the bathroom before going to bed… after watching the hilarious adult-cartoon on Netflix called ‘Big Mouth,’ that was about the lives of pubescent boys-and-girls who discovered ‘their’ sexuality, by the influence of their ‘personal’ sex-demons ‘INSIDE’ THEM…

… Caroline usually came 12-ish ‘after’ her noon-shift… but Peter came ‘before’ her… ALL-DRUNK, reeking of sweat-and-alcohol – staggering up the-stairs, to go to his room to-sleep…

For once, both Caroline-and-Paul enjoyed the peace-and-quiet with Peter ‘not-coming-up’ with his nonsense-and-disturbance to upset the equilibrium of their morning-moods.

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The white Audi reached St Michaels Church on a Friday morning – Paul noticed the empty car park… with only 3 cars in-front of the parish-house…

‘… where is everyone…?’

The Audi’s tires made cracking noises as it entered the pebble-paved ground… and when they reached the parish-house, Caroline stopped the-car 10 metres in front of a white picket-fence with a lawn-of grass-and-forage…

Caroline smacked the sleeping boy’s arm, to wake him-up – Peter let-go a loud-yawn, rubbing his eyes while ‘checking’ the destination…

“… huh! What Youth-Camp…? Where’s everyone…? Are we early…?”

“I don’t know… but you can ‘wait’ for them – come, ‘YOU-TWO,’ get out of the car…”

“… aren’t you coming-too…?”

“Hey! You’re big 13-years-old buffalo now… you don’t expect-me to hold-your-hand to go ‘meet’ Father-Brown … YOU GO IN-NOW – and-remember… you ‘be’ respectful’ over there too, Go-now…!”

“… are you’re going to sit-and-wait here…?”

“No, I got some errands to run – call me when it is over’… and, I’ll pick you both-up and send you home ‘before’ I rush to work…”

“… is one of your ‘errands’ – meeting YOUR ‘BOYFRIEND’…!?”

Caroline pointed at him…

“You show ‘some’ respect – cos’ he’s YOUR PRINCIPAL!!!”

“… Okayy… whatever…” He remarked, and exited…

From the backseat, Paul saw in the-RVM, of his mother seething in the driver’s seat… glaring at Peter walking towards the parish-house. Paul reached-out and touched her-shoulder…

“… don’t be-bothered, Mom… he’s ‘like’ that…”

Caroline nodded, and unbuckled her seatbelt, and exited the-Audi to get Paul’s folded wheelchair from the trunk… she pushed it on the tarmac, but her inspector’s eyes were on Peter ahead… knocking the door…

… Paul opened the car-door to get on his-wheelchair – he declined Caroline’s help him-over to the-seat…

“… no-worries, Mom – I’ve been ‘working’ OUT A LOT… I CAN ‘handle’ my own-weight – See-Here…”

The crippled-boy used the strength of his hand-grips… and he hopped-on his wheelchair which was outside the car… he-then heard Caroline saying-softly of an unenthusiastic, ‘good-boy’ reply – Paul realised she wasn’t paying ‘attention’ to him but-instead on his devil-twin knocking on the parish house-door…

The inspector-mother cringed when the DOOR ‘OPENED’ – and someone invited him inside before the door shut-close, to keep the aircon coolness-in…

… Caroline flinched-and-quailed…

“… oh-My-God…! He’s going to ‘stink-up’ Father-Brown’s house – and, the-priest will ‘think’ I’m a bad-mother… “

Paul-then chuckled to himself when he listened to his mother’s anxiety-filled comment… which-was like a fart-joke to him. He then caught her-attention, and said…

“… you ‘go-on’… we’ll be ‘fine’ – I’ll keep an-eye on my Stinky-big-Bro… call you ‘later,’ Mom, when it’s over…”

“… thanks-Poe…”

Paul wheelchaired to the parish-house… while the Audi backed-up before exiting the compound of St Michaels church.

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When Paul knocked the door… he was greeted by Benedict Morrison… his Uber-diver, Gary’s elder brother – Paul had seen the man, that worked at the postal-department… who at Sunday-Mass was a volunteer-warden doing church collection-duties…

… the ‘postman’ delivered Paul to the parish-priest’s open-door office, which was spacious – but Paul had some-difficulties wheelchairing on the thick carpet… but Benedict-helped by pushing his-chair…

Paul greeted Fr Brown, seated behind his teak-wood desk, with some miniature religious statues in-display… the devil-twin was already-seated in the room – impatient and picked-on Paul…

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“… slow-coach…”

…Paul realised that there was a 3rd-person in the room…

… he recognised Anton Clay, the big-and-stocky bald-headed man… who looked just-like Joe-Rogan… also a volunteer-warden at St Michael. His greatest ‘asset’ was owning 4 gorgeous-head-turning 10/10 daughters…where Peter-and-the Irish boys would ogle, and joked ‘after’ Mass that they couldn’t ‘bone’ them in-the-future… cos’ of the scary-stature of their father, who looked like a WWE-wrestler…

The parish was delaying the interview – cos’-of the…

… phew-stench which filled the room. Since having no knowledge of exorcism – Fr Brown made a-religious-guess à that a demonic-possessed person would-smell foul…

He was to conduct an interview with the Walker-twins as requested by the-bishop for his-report submission… and he should be-conducting the ‘interview’ with Fr Reynold that Friday-morning… and he’d arranged Caroline-Walker to send the boys-over to the parish-house…

… but he had overlooked that Fr Reynold’s St Fatima Church had a morning Mass that Friday – and, Fr Reynolds and Lola would arrive… slightly late…

So, Fr Aloysius-Brown started the interview with the Walker-boys seated in front of him… ‘with’ confidence of the 2 wardens standing by-the door… and with ‘no’ experience, while Fr Reynolds ‘already’ held his first ‘infestation-exorcism’ recently @the-Wilson-residence…

“… so-Boys, do you remember during your Sunday’s Holy Confirmation, where…”

Peter abruptly-interrupted the priest – by-cutting in to say…

“Yea, Fr Brown, ‘why’ didn’t Bishop Beltran did ‘not’ make my Tennis-Rockstar announcement? Didn’t you tell him the request I told you during ‘our’ confessional at the booth, to pass-on the-message to his-Excellency…?

“… but-anyways, LAST NIGHT I did my-debut at Anson-Court for my Cyborg-amateur record by scalping 3 of their Top-players, hahaha…

“… you should make the-announcement next Sunday at-Mass to the congregation ‘about’ that – for the word-of-mouth shout-out to ‘proclaiming’ my-arrival of the ‘next’ Tennis superstar-Of-Perth… I’ll get my-Manageress to contact you ‘later,’ and she’ll give you the details…

“… Wow! This-Church will be famous in the world-map – cos’ of me, as your-parishioner, the Cyborg Tennis-Rockstar… Fr Brown, I’ll make sure you’ll get a Win-Win ‘endorsement-and-donations’ out of-this, as I’m a ‘Giver’ too, yea…?”

Fr Brown next interrupted him…

“Peter! Are you ‘finished’…? Let’s GET-BACK to the interview, shall-we, yea…?”

Beside him, was his-twin on his-wheelchair, who ‘earlier’ covering his-hand to his face, holding his-breath to the stench… used the same-hand and facepalmed to the narcistic-talks of his devil-twin… but, also obtaining ‘intel’ of this realm…

‘… huh… Anson-Court…!? 3 YEARS-AGO, I was with him ‘there’ – shooting his-YouTube videos – so, is the devil is now-back ‘there,’ gambling…?’

Fr Brown got-into the gist of the-interview…

“… so-Peter, during Holy-Communion, you grabbed the wine-Chalise – and drank it all…”

Paul then realised that the interview was ‘not’ about-any Youth-Camp… but a post-mortem of Sunday’s Holy-Confirmation, of 5-days-ago – he anticipated the devil’s response…

The carefree Peter chuckled…

“… hehehe… no-offence, Father… you ‘should’ GO ‘OUT’ MORE, cos’ I’ve drank ‘better-and-stronger’ wines before than your ‘mediocre’ cache…”

Paul shouted at him…

“…Peter, watch your-mouth! Mom ‘told’ you to be-respectful!!”

“… yea, that mom-Of-ours says a lot of things – dragging me out of bed to came here – ‘what’ Youth-Camp interview…!? Just accusations of a silly-prank I pulled to drink up-all the wine… leaving ‘none’ for you, my Big-lil’ bro… Paul-Anthony Walker, hahaha!”

Everyone’s attention was interrupted by knocking on the-front-door – Benedict attended to it and ushered the late-arrivals of Fr Reynold-and-Lola, who had rushed-over…

… Peter too-left the chair to ‘greet’ them… Fr Brown-then caught the attention of Paul by whispering…

“… Paul, that evening – ‘during’ Communion, did you ‘see’ Peter’s face turning into the ‘one’ of a ‘demon’…?”

He was dumbfounded and remained quiet –did ‘not’ reply the-priest…

… it had ‘been’ a tacit-understanding with him-and-Peter that… he wouldn’t ‘expose’ the demonic-possession… while, the-devil too would ‘not’ reveal his superhero secret-identity in whichever realm-Of-Perth they both ‘operated’ in…

Paul turned his-head in astonishment… to listen to his-devil twin speaking in ‘fluent’ Tagalog to both Lola and Fr Ferdinand Reynolds… even the fascinated Fr Brown whispered to him…

“… Paul… does Peter ‘speak’ Filipino-Tagalog…?”

… the disabled-Paul shook his-head-No… and Fr Brown made another religious-conclusion that a demonic-possessed person had the-ability to ‘any’ un-learned languages, to deceive and manipulate ‘others’ in-their mother tongue…

Everyone in the room saw Peter’s one-sided conversing in the Southeast Asian language… and the reactions of ‘horrid’ were seen across in Lola-and-the-priest faces, when the devil’s tone ‘changed’ to serious and followed by sarcastic chuckles, that – made the ‘terrified’ Lola run away from the room… leaving only-Fr Reynolds to ‘defend’ against Peter’s undoing…

… the half-Filipino priest took out his-Crucifix and shouted…

“Stay-Away-Satan! Do ‘not’ threaten her! This is ‘not’ Peter – IT’S LILU…”

Fr Reynolds told-everyone of ‘what’ Peter had ‘said’…

“… he told Lola to quit ‘working’ for the Wilsons… and-also, ‘not’ to interfere in that family’s affairs – or-else he’ll ‘bring’ harm to Lola and her children – and, he even cursed her husband, who was a sailor… would die in sea…”

The-wicked Peter licked his-lips and chuckled-nefarious…

It irked Paul the ‘most’ – when it came to threats ‘toward’ Jane-and-Lola’s families… but could do-Nothing as a supe to confront the-devil twin – with the presence of 4 men in the room. Passively, he ‘just’ watched Peter gloat while clapping his hands…

“… thanks for the-Netflix ‘subtitle,’ Fred ~ it was spot-on ‘accurate’ for half-de-half breed, hahaha – see-if you can Google-Translate ‘this’ too…!?”

They saw the teasing-Peter continue speaking-back in Tagalog – to the parish-priest of St Fatima… the devil laughed maniacally… and the priest too replied in his mother-tongue, holding-up the-Crucifix… where Peter ‘translated’ to English for everyone’s preview…

“Hey! You-maxi-cross-dresser – that ‘not’ how it works, dumbass… the crucifix you hold don’t work on us-Catholics… may ‘work’ for those Non-believers, or-even to those ‘mediocre’ Protestant, hehehe!

“Yea-Freddie, it’s ‘true’ that – I made a ‘threat’ for your-parent be-dead cos’ I got that ‘ability’ TO DO SO too, hahaha…”

The wardens heard ‘enough’ – and, both Benedict and Anton grabbed the-notorious boy … Peter warned ‘them’ all…

“Hey-Aloysius! Get your monkey-goons’ filthy-paws off Me – I’m warning y’all!!!

“Don’t make me ‘angry’ – you wouldn’t like me ‘when’ I’m angry!!!”

…Peter Hulked-Out…

On his wheelchair, Paul’s jawdropped when he saw that happening in the parish-priest’s office… of-a Maniacal-laughing ‘Hulk’ on the-loose. Benedict who held the-devil’s robotic-arm was thrown away, crashing on a bookrack – Peter-then punched Anton on-his-right… by-using the ‘same’ robotic-arm, to break his nose…

“HULK-SMASH!”

Still riant-and-cackling, the 13-year-old ‘next’ slammed Anton’s forehead down onto the teak-wooden desk…

… sending the ‘biggest’ adult in-the-room – down ‘unconscious’…

The robotic-armed teen leapt on the teak-desk… knockoff some of the holy-figurine statues to the floor – as Peter stared below at the timid Fr Brown, who had been-seated ‘during’ the altercation… and the boy ‘cursed’ him in Latin…

… from the priest’s point-of-view – he saw the demonic-face ‘again,’ among the ‘legions’ of demons that ‘had’ possessed Peter’s soul… he-then saw the 13-eyed incubus, Lilu shouting at him… curses-in-Tagalog…

In his chair, Father-Aloysius Brown clutched his-chest… collapsing to the floor, suffering a heart-attack… and even peed his-pants…

Paul ‘had’ to do ‘something’ to diffuse the-devil-twin – ‘not’ because he possessed ‘any’ superstrength… but his ‘metal-arm’ was a dangerous weapon… that had ‘put-down’ the Warden-Anton with a broken-nose, and a head-trauma concussion…

… out-of his wheelchair, the crippled obese-teen lunged-at Peter, and took him-down to the-floor with a WWE-Suplex move…

Fr Reynolds rushed to aid the unconscious-priest…

“He’s having a heart attack – CALL-999!”

Benedict called the-Emergency# – while Reynolds performed CPR…

Nearby, Paul pinned all of his-weight on his-twin by-practically sitting on Peter’s chest… while Peter cranked his-neck over to laugh-at Fr-Reynolds – reviving the priest with a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation…

“Yea-Freddie, French-Kiss him till your tongue ‘deepthroat’ him, hehehe – my sweet ‘perverted’ priest,’ hahaha!!!”

Paul had heard ‘enough’ of the-devil’s sacrilegious-blasphemy – like an MMA-fighter who grapple in ground-fighting…the bigger twin stuck a few-punches on Peter…

“SHUT-UP and BEHAVE!!!”

As he hit him, he ‘heard’ the 8-year-old Peter’s voice…

“… Arrgh-Poe… ‘WHY’ YOU-hurting me… ‘enough’… Arrgh-Mom – Help-meee…!”

Benedict broke-up the Walker-twin… and-a while-later, Peter stood-up holding his-face with his-palms, and addressing Paul, chuckling – as the 13-year-old voice-said…

“… hehehe… you ‘been’ training, Poe – those were ‘hard’ punches, bro… congrats – but ‘not’ good-enough… when we have ‘our’ final-brawl of the-future, hehehe…”

Flabbergasted, Paul was out-of-words for a-moment… and ‘repeated’…

“… Peter, I’m warning-you ~ BEHAVE – don’t let me kill you ‘again…!!”

“… my-Balls, you can, hehehe ~ ‘this’ is ‘not’ mediocre-Perthland, but you’re in my-Rockstar realm where I’ll ‘best’ you again-and-again, you-Quad – ‘MARK’ MY-words, hahaha…!”

He walked-up to the office-door and turned… looking at the-devastation of the ‘trashed’ office. Shaking his-head and clicked his-tongue, commenting…

“… what a ‘mess’ – this is a ‘Sin’ to pay, when Holy-men tell ‘lies’ in Church-grounds ~ ‘now’ pay for it for lying to me for believing there ‘was’ a Youth-Camp in-the-making…

“… then ‘manhandling’ me, who I’m a ‘Minor’… ooo-what a ‘Child-Abuse’ that you condone in your Church-grounds…? But if I make an ‘outside’ the-Church Police-report… and, pointing to the ‘bruises’ on my-face – y’all go-to prison, yea…!?

“… well, it’s a Fair-Fight ‘too’ of Self-defence, hahaha – and you-Goons have ‘tasted’ my-Smasher… and, learnt your-lesson of ‘not’ to-use my-Catholic religion ‘against’ me…

“… but… I’m in my Forgiving-Mood… and also, ‘We-Sinners’ in this-room should ‘compromise’ in the ‘matter’ ~ that You-look ‘your-Way to-the-Right ~ and, I-myself Look-away to-the-Left… in ‘our’ Friday’s misunderstanding ‘which’ we just-had… then, go-Our happy Ways for the-weekend, yea-hahaha…?

“… then, Rinse-and-Repeat for next-week… when we ‘meet-again’ in the-Confessional-booth during Sunday-Mass, hahaha…

“… so have a Great-weekend, y’all ‘Chumps’… God ‘Bless’ y’all ‘mediocre’ Souls, hahaha…”

On the floor, Paul saw the-devil walking out the-parish office… the disabled teen-then looked-over to Fr Reynolds still performing CPR by pounding on the-chest of unconscious-priest…

… he crawled to his wheelchair, and got-on the seat… he trembled and was crying – and was ‘afraid’ of Fr Brown’s heart-attack outcome before the ambulance-came…

… Paul felt guilty and took the ‘burden-of-blame’ to himself… where he ‘was-late’ to react, as verbal-warning doesn’t work for Peter – but ‘pain-does’. He was mortified by the outcome of his-hesitation that led to Fr Brown having a heart-attack that was ‘caused’ BY-PETER… the same reluctance TO ‘REACT’ in the BMW 3-years-ago when Solomon was distracted BY-PETER kicking the drivers-seat…

‘… how ‘differently’ could I’ve done just-now… when Fr Reynolds ‘had’ said that Peter ‘had’ threatened Lola-and-her family ~ should I’ve ‘used’ my supe-powers to spring-out from my chair-to-the door to bring the-devil down, and ‘kill-him’ instead with my electro supe-powers…?

‘… huh… in the ‘presence’ of 4 ‘Adults’ in the room…?’

Heavyhearted, Paul sighed…

‘… it’s too-late – the damage is ‘done’ ~ and I failed as the ‘Guardian-Angel-Of-Perth’…’

… he sighed more realising that the-POST-TREETON-realm was tailormade for-Peter with all the Good-Luck ~ where he could GET-AWAY with Anything he-Does…

‘… ‘why’ is my-Soul trapped in this ‘cursed’ videogame… where Evil ‘can’ attack a priest in the Holy-ground of the Church…? This is blasphemous…!!’

… he-then had an ‘epiphany-led strategy’ – but dismissed it…

‘… god-damn-it – I can’t ‘kill’ Peter ~ OR-ELSE, ‘more’ Bad-Luck to me in this realm… huh… how do I GET-OUT from-here – and Level-up to-Perthland…?’

He felt helpless… before he despaired further ~ Paul thought of the few times he defeated the-devil in the 3-realms… like-he did ‘so-recently’ in ‘this’ POST-TREETON realm…

… where he ‘bested’ the incubus in ‘his-Dreams’… when he ‘met’ it @Jane’s bedroom … ‘during’ the Time-Traveller’s Pentateuch CAME TO ‘recruit’ volunteers for the ‘now’ destructed ‘Garden-Of-Eden’ mission…

‘… huh… HOW DO I ‘lure’ him into my-Dreams …?’

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Moments later, 2 ambulances came and transported both Fr Aloysius-Brown and Church-warden Anton-Clay to separate hospitals… with Fr Reynolds following to ‘accompany’ the-priest…

… Paul and Benedict-Morrison were the last to ‘leave’ the St Michael’s parish-house… with Benedict locking the front-door with a bunch-of-keys. Paul wheelchaired outside the porch and gazed-ahead ‘east’ at the empty carpark, where a grotto-Of-The Virgin Mary-was… with a figure kneeling in-front of the Holy-statue…

… it was Lola, genuflecting on the ‘uncomfortable’ hard gravelled-stone path ~ although Paul can’t ‘feel’ pain of his ‘own’ knees of his mangled legs… but he ‘felt’ the pain-in-Lola’s stifles in his-heart ~ and, felt sad…

… the devoted Filipina was praying-hard for Fr Brown-and-her ‘own’ family away from ‘Evil-Superstition,’ cursed-in-Tagalog by Peter… whom she ‘called’ him as-Lilu…

The teen ‘had’ called Caroline ‘when’ the ambulances-came – she was ‘not’ far-away at the car-wash kiosk… and Paul ‘mention’ to his-mom that Fr Brown collapse with a heart-attack – Caroline replied-that she was rushing-over…

Paul heard a familiar-voice on the side of the parish-house – it was his twin on his iPhone, standing on one-leg with the other on the-white wall as he leaned-on-the building… speaking casually, asking if he would be ‘playing’ again @Anson-Court…

‘… it was business-as-usual in ‘his’ realm…’

… the-impious-twin showed ‘no’ remorse whatsoever to the-tragedy that ‘occurred’ just now, like it was a walk-in-the-park in his ‘daily’ life ~ ‘making’ Fr Brown insignificant… like another ‘mediocre’ ant he-had ‘stepped’ on under his-Nike runner…

Both the Walker-brothers looked up… to a speeding-Audi coming with screeching tires entering the church compound… the car stopped in front-of them, Peter got-in while Caroline got-off the driver-seat…

… Paul told a ‘brief’ version of the ‘tragedy’ that Fr Brown ‘collapsed’ during the ‘meeting’ and they called the-Emergency# – ‘not’ mentioning the havoc ‘created’ by Peter… as the inspector-mom was in-the-dark that her ‘eldest’-twin was ‘possessed’ by-Evil…

At the passenger-seat, Peter was ‘texting,’ while eavesdropping to ‘what’ Paul was reporting to the inspector-mother ~ he was satisfied that his Big-Lil-twin had ‘not’ ratted-on him…

… it was all of Fr Aloysius-Brown – with no-mention of the ‘supposed’ Youth-Camp…

Paul was in the backseat of the airconditioned car-cabin… peering at the RVM of the devil texting, while Caroline put the folded wheelchair in-the trunk. The uniformed inspector returned to the driver’s seat… and before she started the ignition – she notified Peter was ‘quiet’ ~ and, upon close ‘inspection’ she saw his face was swelling and had panda-like black-eyes…

“What happened to your face!?”

… Peter chucked…

“… hehehe… Poe ‘did’ a number ‘on’ me…”

“WHAT!? You 2 had been-fighting in the parish-house!?”

… since the-brothers ‘had’ a tacit agreement ‘not’ to snitch on each-other to Caroline ~ Peter ‘reciprocated’ and took the ‘blame’…

“Whoa! Don’t blame him, Mom – IT’S MY-FAULT! I laughed just now when I saw Fr Brown falling to the floor, Hehe…!” Peter chuckled…

“How ‘could’ laugh to ‘such’ things, you incorrigible-lag!”

“… you ‘know’ how comedic our parish-priest is at times… I thought he was ‘pretending’ when he fell like a ‘bad-acting’ Razzie A-Lister actor… then that St Fatima’s priest did CPR, and I was still laughing thinking they are ‘rehearsing-and-performing’ a youth-announcement ‘show’ for the Youth-Camp, right…?

“… I didn’t know he was ‘really’ having a heart-attack-heart-attack… until Poe punched me to stop-laughing… then I ‘knew’ the-shit was real, my-bad…. hahaha…”

“STOP-IT! You don’t laugh in-these matter…!” Caroline snapped at his lack-of-empathy…

“… yea, I know ‘now’ ~ thanks to my Big-lil Bro-Poe who got my-6 like a Go-Pro cam just-now… ‘who’ taught-me a Rocky-Balboa lesson and put me in-line, before I ‘made’ a fool of myself…

“… now I feel ‘sorry’ and I owe an ‘apology’ – I’ll visit Fr Brown tomorrow at the-hospital with a fruit-basket…”

At the backseat, Paul was fuming to Peter’s sarcasms and his-gloating – as the… … devil spun-a-yarn of excuses-and-lies to ‘cover-up’ his-cunning ‘criminal’ act just-now. The quiet-but-listening cripped boy was sweating a lot in the airconditioned car… his Cursed-Trios’ sudation-scar in-his throat had made the-front of his shirt wet…

… as he saw the devil glowing in-red with victory of the ‘failed-exorcism’– as he was bantering the-inspector mother to ‘diverting’ her-attention from the-crimes he had ‘committed’. Paul was in-arm’s length-away from ‘touching’ his Evil-twin in front of him … where the ‘touch’ would electrocute him to-death, in front of their-mom…

… he resisted the ‘urge’ to kill…

The passive back-seater listened to his-twin urging…

“… Mom, I hungry for a double-egged Aussie-pizza with extra-bacon…”

Paul grunted in-thoughts…

‘… after all the damage he ‘caused’ ~ he expects TO-BE ‘rewarded’… anyways – this ‘is’ his Good-Luck realm, where he can GET-AWAY with ‘anything’…

… JUST-LIKE South-Park’s Eric-Cartman…’

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Soon, he was ‘home-alone’ with the-devil that afternoon – after eating the ‘same’ pizza… Paul then went to his windowless bedroom that was humid. He switched-on the A/C and was startled that it was ‘broken’ during a hot-spell weather. He cursed-and-sighed before switching-on the ceiling-fan to cool himself…

… shirtless on the single-bed, his obese-body was still perspiring like ‘spring-fount’ from his diamond-shaped scar on his-throat, whenever he thought of the parish-office – where Peter ‘created’ havoc… resulting Fr Brown having a heart-attack … and-also, the feeling-Of-guilt that he ‘resisted’ to-diffuse the devil in-the-room…

… luckily, his mind was ‘tired’ – and knocked-him off into a 2-hour nap of Dreamless-sleep without any of the-Devil’s intermission-and-interruption…

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The alarm-clock displayed 4:07 when Paul awoke in the windowless bedroom, that the ceiling fan was circulating warm-air. He felt uncomfortable in the room which-was like it was at the back-of a furnace. He hopped on the wheelchair and went to the kitchen and drank a glass of iced-water… and was no mood for a hot-tea due to the weather…

… bare-bodied, he went to the backdoor to be with Kitty. He was shocked to discover that both the dog’s chow-and-water dishes were empty-and-bone dry in the humid-day. He had ‘forgotten’ to feed Kitty her lunch…

… he felt ‘guilty’ that he had pizza for lunch… while his dog had ‘not’ been-fed. His attention was ‘not’ focused ever-since Fr Brown’s heart-attack incident that morning…

…he apologised to Kitty, kissing her forehead – but she was a ‘lady,’ and didn’t mind Her-Master’s flaws… and even wagged her tail in-delight that he came to ‘see’ her – in her 24/7 life ‘leashed-in-chain’ at the backyard…

The shirtless-Paul on his wheelchair watched his-dog ‘eating’ a double-portion of chow. He looked at the punching-bag hanging on the high-beam of the ceiling. He was lazy to exercise in the hot-weather – and, he then remembered @parish-house… ‘earlier’…

… when he was shellacking and ‘subduing’ his-devil twin… by sitting on top and punching Peter’s laughing-face – with the Evil-One mocking that Paul wasn’t ‘good-enough’ ~ and WOULD-BE ‘defeated’ in their ‘future’ 3rd-encounter…

That irked-and-riled the motivation in Paul to get his-butt-off his wheelchair to the ‘Andy-Ruiz’ – the ‘flabbiest’ heavyweight Mexican-boxer with the ‘heart’ of a Killer-warrior…

… levitating as he pounded his fists in the leather as he circled-around and throwing more heavy punches… as his heart-raced with excitement as he ‘released’ his-stress by ‘hitting’ something…

… he was ‘high’ in the state of ‘drunk’ with-endorphins ‘released’ in-his-mind… flowing down to his ‘broken’ body – when he ‘levitated’ and giving several left-and-right hooks… as he visualised the Underdog, ‘Andy-Ruiz’ the Giant-Killer Destroyer – who KOed the Brit-heavyweight Champ, AJ…

The floor was drenched with heavy-drops of sweat… with the obese-teen pounding the vertical hanging-bag. His mangled-legs dragged-on the wet-surface as he dipped-and-feinted at ‘imaginary’ blows-thrown at him…

… his-mind drifted to his-Self-actualization ‘high’ as he was-in his-oxytocin state ~ thinking of ‘protecting’ those he loved… and devising mental-strategies that ‘ensured’ would save them from-Evil…

It’s been 20 minutes with the-Andy Ruiz-wannabe was ‘working-out’ both body-and-mind on the heavybag. Nearby, Kitty had finished her-food, sat and watched Paul with her tail-wagging…

A huge-and-long passage of Cumulus-clouds passed slow-over the suburb neighbourhood that blocked the bright-sun. At the backyard of the Walker-House, the tired-and-panting Paul noticed the-reduction of light in-the-covered roof where he was working-out… it didn’t ‘bother’ him as he was focused on thinking his-plans of-A-B-and-C… while he kept beating-on the leather-bag…

… it was when in the ‘darkest-moment’ of the soaring-clouds looming-above, when… Paul realised from the corner of-his-eyes of a ‘red-glow’ coming from the kitchen-window … and he was ‘aware’ that the-devil was ‘spying’ on him…

… it didn’t bother him of ‘being’ watched…

Paul then pounded another-100-Blows that he ‘meant-business’ – sending a ‘warning’ statement to the ‘voyeur-rival’ – that he ‘killed’ him-before in the-PERTHLAND-realm…

… 5-minutes later, Paul was on the verge of collapsing from exhausting… he stopped boxing and wanted to sit on his-wheelchair… but he was dehydrated, so he levitated to the kitchen for a-drink…

… he noticed the-devil ‘gone’ – he certainly wasn’t upstairs in his bedroom… as he couldn’t hear the hums of the air-condition motors. The House-Of-Walker was dead-silent… except from his out-of-breath panting-and-wheezing…

Paul presumed that Peter ‘went-out’ to Anson-Court… as he heard his conversation of his-twin on-his iPhone earlier-today…

‘… mom is away-at-work… and he’s ‘gone-out’ to gamble…’

Unbeknownst to him – Peter went on an-Uber to Perth Hospital to visit Jared-Wilford who was admitted for serious-bodily burns sustained in a factory-fire… in his FAILED-ATTEMPT as the Grand-Wizard of the Moloch-cult in Perth…

… to child-sacrifice Maggi-Wong…

Paul was drinking his 3rd-glass of iced-water… and, heard Kitty’s bark, ‘calling’ him-out. He levitated to the backdoor – saying in a sing-song voice…

“… yess, my-lovely lady ~ do you wanna go-OUT TO-play…? Do-youu…?”

He unleased the chained-collar and the Belgian Malinois raced to the grass-patch… expecting its-Master to ‘play’ Catch. Paul complied and played-Tag as he flew in circles. Soon, the obese teen and the dog were wresting on the backyard-field…

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After playing-rough with Kitty in the grass for-5-minutes – Paul quit when the-excited aggressive-dog had given him deep-scratches on his back, belly and-shoulders with its sharp-claws… fearing the bruised-scratches would-end to be septic… the panting-Master ceded…

“… okay-girl… you-win… I ‘yield’ and take-a-knee, you dragon-dog…”

He turn-back to float-away to the back-door… with Kitty following him and with its-paw ‘tapping’ the tired-Paul’s mangled-legs ~ ‘urging’ him to ‘come-and-play’ more…

“…no-no-no… I’m dog-tired… by-the-way, you ‘won’ cos’ you cheated – you ‘scratched’ me-bad… now I’ve to shower with Dettol antiseptic-soap to clean my-wounds from your-dirty dragon claws…”

Paul dragged his-wheelchair into the backdoor… Kitty was ‘still’ looking at-him…

“… no-no, don’t give me ‘that-look’… I’m taking a cold-shower now – why don’t you-Go ‘potty’ in the grass… I’ll check-on you-in-20…

“… enjoy your ‘alone-time’ – and go stretch your-legs… and ‘do’ what dogs-do – ciao…”

Paul shut the door as Kitty wanted to follow with-him inside. Levitating, as he pushed his-chair like a supermarket trolley to the dining-area. The perspiring shirtless-teen, was covered with grass-and-sand on his hefty-body… heading to the bathroom after a satisfying work-out with the heavybag…

After a pleasing 15-minutes shower, a sanitised-and-squeaky clean Paul in a skimpy-towel ‘floated’ into his windowless-bedroom… and faced a different of rise-in-temperature in his stuffy-room, with the broken A/C ‘compare’ to the-outside. He sighed as he dressed-up in shorts and was dreading to the thought of sleep in the-room tonight – of what he suspected the day to be ‘facing’ a heat-wave that swept the-city…

… the shirtless, Paul decided to spend the evening in the living-room in front-of the-telly … even-though he seldom watched TV-programmes, as his main-source of entertainment was in Netflix-and-YouTube… ‘probably-there would-be a ‘rerun’ of some-comedy-shows,’ he hoped…

… he blasted the A/C up-in the living room and switched-on the telly… that might report news on the heat-wave Perth was facing. He lined his-iPhone, iPad and Nintendo on the coffee-table – since he was ‘home-alone’ he decided ‘not’ to sit on the wheelchair but lie-on the couch…

… the World-news was on with the invasion of Russia in Ukraine… Paul was listening to the tragedy while multitasking by scrolling his iPhone for any-notification… there was ‘none’ – he sighed with the thought OF BEING an ‘unpopular’ kid in Perth…

… he then thought of Jane ~ he wanted to ‘call’ her to inform that Peter manifested strange ‘unholy’ behaviour in the Parish-house, earlier in the morning. But he refrained calling his girlfriend… where her-Daddy would be back that evening, the-one who ‘blocked’ him from Jane’s Samsung…

… in fact, the agreement’ was ONLY-JANE ‘called’ him ~ ‘not’ the way around that would-put the star-crossed-lovers’ secrecy in-jeopardy to-be caught in-the-act…

Paul sighed again to the unpopular circumstances he was facing in his equally ‘unpopular’ existence in a Bad-Luck realm. He placed-back his iPhone… and wanted to ‘switch-off’ from social-media – and picked-up the Nintendo from the coffee table…

… on the LED-telly, was the LOCAL NEWS…

… reporting the death of a local Catholic priest, Fr Aloysius Brown, aged 43, suffering a massive heart-attack…

The shocked-Paul immediately sat-up in-horror, with gapping mouth looking at the-woman TV-announcer reporting the-demised…

… who served St Michael’s church, and dead on-arrival at the Perth Hospital that-morning. Then there was a video-footage of a tearful Fr Ferdinand Reynolds who told to-the-camera that Fr Brown suffered a heart-attack at the parish-house, and an ambulance was called…

… there was ‘no-mention’ of Peter and Paul’s presence – ‘neither’ of Benedict-Morrison and Anton Clay… where the ‘latter’ was unconscious ‘after’ suffering head-trauma, when Peter attacked him with his metal-arm…

‘… and the ‘devil’ got-away-again…’

The crippled-boy was still in shock-and-terrified that the parish-priest whom he knew from-childhood ~ of his First-Communion & his Holy-Confirmation, was ‘now’ dead. It further gave him-goosebumps when realising of his ‘presence’ in the parish-house ‘when’ it-all-happened…

…he was shivering all-over and he wept… and felt the-guilt of ‘his’ inaction to ‘protect’ the priest ‘from’ his-devil twin…

Then, in another ‘local’ news that reported that an old 35-year-old rhinoceros from South-Perth Zoo, that fell into a coma more than 6-months ago had ‘also-died’ too that morning…

… there was no-mention of ‘how’ the rhino ‘fell’ into-a-coma – but Paul was ‘responsible’ to incapacitate the-beast with his supe-Electro-shock… that earned a ‘brief’ fame as the-Hero, who got the Mayor’s Bravery-award…

… that ‘now’ turned-out TO-BE a Life for-a-Life for Good vs Evil of – both Fr Brown & the-rhinoceros TO-BE ‘dead’…

… to ‘punish’ Paul’s existence in the-Bad-Luck of POST-TREETON realm…

The distressed boy wailed-aloud… and wanted his-mother to cope with his grief-and-guilt, but his inspector-mom was at work… and he was ‘home-alone’…

He switched-off the telly before’ it gave the 3rd-Bad-News of the-evening ~ he would ‘lose’ his-mind if ‘any’ danger that-happened to his-mom while at-work…

… in-that-moment, he wanted to ‘hold-onto’ someone-Or-something sentient for the-warmth of comfort…

… he thought of Kitty at the backyard – Paul levitated from the living-room to the backdoor … where the-yard was lit by a fluorescent-light… he called for his-dog as he gazed-at the darkness beyond the grass-patch…

… there was no-response of the Belgium Malinois…

The shirtless obese-teen then-panicked when he levitated on the grass… to discover that Kitty had ‘jumped’ the-wall and escaped…

… in desperation he called-out for Kitty… and after a while he realised that his dog was ‘gone’…

… Paul then-hugged his vertical-hung punching bag – he cried over it, as he clasped-around the cold-leather bag for comfort…

… he buried his face in it-and-sobbed ‘more’ for the several tragedies that happened to him ‘in-succession’ on that ‘Unlucky-Friday,’ that ‘had’ cursed him in-misery and of ‘losses’…

… and also, ‘scarred’ him mentally that-day.