Chapter 32: The Vengeance Of Paul-Walker
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THAT-HOT SATURDAY AFTERNOON, Peter was Sleeping on the couch, in the-Living room. Bella’s Female-pet Siamese-Cat too, was on the-couch snuggled at-his feet. The big screen TV was-On…
… Peter had an-hours Ago, wanted to ‘Know’ of News-Updates of the Police ‘capturing’ the Hateful-8 à based-On his TIPOFF… and he slept-Off in-the-waiting…
The World-news was-On the telly… of the War-in the Korean Peninsula ~ where the South ‘had’ recaptured border-Towns, that Was-Invaded by the North-Dictator’s Armed-forces…
The robotic-armed teen was-Awaken rudely, by-his iPhone rock-Ringtone Of-Acca-Dacca …
“I’m On a-Highway to Hellll!”
He saw the-Cat named KiKi was cuddled on-the sofa – and, Kicked it…
“Get-Off my-couch ~ you stinky-Furball!”
“I’m On a-Highway to Hellll!”
The cat ran-off To the Kitchen where the SA-housekeeper-Was, cooking. On the couch, the groggy-Peter switched-Off the-noisy telly – and looked at an-Unknown# on the iPhone à then-Pressed the RED-Button to ‘decline’ the Call…
… he Was-Extremely tired after the Friday’s JBCC-Match… in-Defeating the-Ex-International, Steve Connery ~ and-Also, today’s heatwave of ‘going’ Outdoors… ‘had’ further Drained-him More…
“I’m On a-Highway to Hellll!”
The weary-&-agitated boy Accepted-the Call à shouting-At-Caller…
“WHAT!!?”
“Peter, it’s Me à Mr Wilford…” The Caller-responded…
… Peter Didn’t ‘believe’ it was Him… (if it WAS Him à Bella WOULD have TOLD-Him-SO…) …
“Oii! Mr Wilford is-IN Washington DC à and, You Don’t SOUND-Like Him!”
“… Peter, I Came-back to Perth a-Couple Of-days-Ago…” The Caller clarified…
“… huh… sorry-I shouted… wh-what Can I Do-for YOU. Uncle-Jared…?”
“Listen-Carefully ~You Are-in Danger à the-Police ‘are’ After-YOU, you Hear-me, Peter…!?” The Caller relayed what The-cult-member, Det-Blunt à had-TIPPED him-Off…
Peter Then-Had-Spiralling Vertigo-Thought…
‘… oh-my-God… Kirk-&-Dan ‘had’ Ratted Me-Out to Insp Johnson… what Should I Do…?’
“The Police Are Coming ~ HIDE, Peter à Go-O-TO your Father’s Bunker…”
Peter Interrupted with Denial…
“… huh…What Bunker…!?”
“Don’t PLAY Dumb with-Me à I KNOW you Went-There… and you’ve Been ‘practising’ the Dark-Arts of-the Asmodeus sect Like your-Father TOO…”
Peter was Flabbergasted that the Wealthy-uncle of his-girlfriend Had ‘known’ All-Along ‘about’ his Late-Father’s bunker (… and Solomon DID ‘practiced’ the-Blackmagick ‘when’ he-Was-Alive) …
“… huh… What ABOUT Bella? ~ she KNOWS About the-Bunker Too…!” Peter ‘diverted’ the-Blame by-Ratting Her-Too…
“No, the Police Are-Only After you à GO-TO the Bunker Now à I’ll Later FIND YOU-There, Peter … GO Before its-Too Late!”
The Terrified Peter ran helter-skelter Upstairs to His-bedroom…
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He Open the door and saw Avatar-esque holograms projected in the darken-room, accompanied By the Whale-song pipping in the wall rack-Speakers…
… on the-King-sized bed, was Bella ‘sleeping-Off’ from her Hangover Of-yesterday’s Halloween-party…
Peter was-Angry At her for Dragging-him Along to the disastrous Zoo-Tragedy 3-Moths-Ago ~ as a Bystander to the H-8’s Free-the-Monkey Crime à Mentally He ‘cursed’ Her…
‘… you-B****! Hope you-&-Your-Baby DIE! Your f***ing Employees ‘have’ Spared-YOU à and Ratted ME-Instead to the-Police à Mind-you, I WON’T GO ALONE… I’ll Drag-YOU ‘with’ ME!!!’
He was in a hurry and grabbed a-Few items:
* THE DUPLICATE KEY to his Late-Dad’s Music-Room… where the elevator-To the-Bunker was… (the-Key was given to him by-Daniel ~ on the Failed Treasure Hunting-Day…)
* A FLASHLIGHT… it would-be pitch DARK the belly of the Underground Bunker… (where there ‘were’ Rats…)
* His 6”-POCKET KNIFE… (to Kill the-Rats…)
* His BABOLAT RACQUET… (to Skull smash the-Rats…)
* A can-Of-warm REDBULL… (from the tableside…)
Peter Left the Bedroom…
… what he Didn’t Take with him was à PETE2.0, his Interactive-AI…
… having NO-USE for-It ~ since ACE-ing Exams in-SHS ~ without Studying…
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THE HOLDEN COMMODORE DROVE ON the-freeway heading to the-suburbs. In the driver-Seat, was Counter Terrorist-Unit’s Agent Joe Dickson On-his way to the Walker-House -o ‘talk’ to-Both Peter-Walker-&-Bella Beaulieu-Wilford…
… he was Glad that the 3-month-Old South-Perth Zoo’s ‘Free-The-Monkeys’ case was Coming-to a Close… (that was an-Open case with No-Leads à until a fortnight-Ago, ‘when’ a gruesome headless-corpse WAS discovered by a hiker-&-his dog at the nearby-Hillside…
… ‘now’ Identified as CHARLES-ROSS JR – the 3rd Animal-activists ‘accomplice,’ who Broke-Into the zoo, that Night-Of-Crime…
… the-other criminal, DANIEL BURNETT – Was Admitted in hospital and-In-Coma…
With ‘only’ One-Of the-Perpetrator, KIRK KIPERMAN was at-Large à An-All Police Bulletin was Already-out… and, it was a Matter-Of-Time he WOULD-BE Captured…
… and, The Case WOULD-BE Solved.
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The Meth-head vagabond Named Jimbo was pushing an-Empty supermarket trolley Along the-SAME freeway. He had sold Large-trash-bags of empty aluminium cans, Loads-of cardboard boxes and old-electronic junks to the Recycler…
… and he ‘had’ Also bought ‘magic-mushrooms’ on the way ‘home,’ to-the Homeless-Community ~ on the ‘other’ Side-of-the road. He Decided ‘not’ to take the-Long-way à and, wanted to Take-A-Shortcut by Illegally ‘crossing’ the freeway…
Unbeknownst to him, a Flock-Of-Red Butterflies were Following him from-Above…
… he was Excited TO BE Back-with his buddy, TIMOTHY ‘the-Prophet’ BELTRAN à to ‘drink’ the magic-Mushroom tea…
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In the car-cabin, Joe Dickson THEN saw à a Hobo running while pushing a trolley in Front-Of his car. And, the-Hundreds Of-kamikaze red butterflies smacking their insect bodies-&-wings onto the car’s windshield….
… Leaving the glass stained-Red-as-Blood…
Disorientated, He swerved and crashed Head-on To a speeding truck. Jimbo reached safely ON-TO the other-side… hearing a-CRASH behind-him…
… Dickson’s car was thrown-in-the Air by Impact… and crashed after doing a double-Flip, before skidding off-the road in shards of windshields glass that spewed…
The deranged Jimbo pushed his-cart Away-on the-other side, and shouted at the scene-Of-accident…
“You’re a bl**** Bad driver, and Speeding Kills too! Where Did you Learn to drive, Drongo? A Chinaman’s Driving-school…?”
… in all of the-Perth ‘universes’ à CTU’s Joe Dickson-variant Died of Road-Crashes ~ as he Last ‘did’ in the OTHER-PERTH.
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AT THE MERCY-&-WILSON GP Clinic, Shelley managed to complete Her-9-5 duty for the-Saturday ~ despite the Lack of-sleep à Dealing with Aftermath-Of Friday-Night’s the zombie-attacks in her-Wilson residence…
… all-day Long, she checked the social-Media’s ‘notifications’ on her-Huawei à and read-Into the-Negative Comments from the TV-interviews, which she Did-hours Earlier at dawn…
The doctor was-Appalled-&-Revolted ‘when’ she read:
* Those who-Opposed her ‘Pregnancy-Tests’ in schools-Advocation Proposal à (as A-Pro-Abortionist)
* Those who-Doubt her Credibility as-A Pro-Abortions à when her ‘own’ Karma as ~ Her-Own daughter WAS Pregnant
* Those who were Supporters-Of the Tarzan-&-Jane Groups à Called her a ‘cruel’ Bad-Mother for ‘not’ Taking-responsibilities while ‘abandoning’ the-Underaged girl
* Those who were Christians were Trolling and had-a-Field Day of Mocking-her à Commenting that ‘Abortion-IS-SIN’
At 5:05 PM, Shelley Left-her office TO-GO her brother, Christopher’s house (as the Wilson’s residence was Inhabitable since ‘devastated’ By-the horde-Of the-Undead) …
Her business-partner, Dr Mercy – DID the 3-11 rotation…
Outside-At the receptionist desk, a young-clerk stopped the Doctor to give her an-Envelope…
“… Doctor…This Came for-for You ~ moments-Ago…”
Shelley was surprised to Look-At an-Envelope with her-Name ‘written-on’ It…
She Didn’t enquire who the Sender WAS ~ she wanted to GET-AWAY from the place … Where … everybody @work KNEW of her Family-History in social-Media ‘online’.
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At the parking-lot she Got into her Blue-Mazda SUV. Shelley ‘noticed’ the Unopened envelope which she held. In the driver-Seat ~ she Opened-it…
… she smelt a waft-Of Ammonia that made her-Eyes watery à her head was Spinning… ‘when’ she saw the Writing that weren’t Roman-Alphabets à but of-Medieval Middle-Eastern texts-&-symbols…
Shelley was-Possessed By-the Blackmagick-Of the-Dark Moloch-Occult à that magnified her HATRED to her-B-GIRL à who Brought disgrace-&-shame to her ‘good’ Name and ‘Nobel’ profession, as a Doctor…
Under the-Evil ‘spell,’ the doctor-mother opened her-Handbag… to Look at her 22. Glock handgun. She started the Car ~ that Automatically ‘played’ her fav-Classic Rock-radio Station…
The ’76’s superhit-Of Cliff Richard’s ‘Devil Woman’ was-Playing in-Mid-song… Shelley ‘knew’ the-Lyric words à and the ‘possessed’ woman-Then Sang-Along to the-Chorus …
“She’s Just a-Devil Woman…
‘… with Evil-on her Mind…
‘Beware the-Devil Woman
‘… she’s Gonna ‘get’ You…”
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The Moloch’s Evil-Enchantment spell on the doctor-mother – Wasn’t ‘detected’ by the rest-of the Good-Side, the-Council Of-12 à until the Last-Hour à where the-Future ‘saviour-daughter-&-mother’ Were In-Present Danger…
Jane’s dog, Piper Felt-It the ‘most’ ~ where UNABLE to do-Anything… as it was seriously-Wounded ~ where the silverback-Lycan Had severe-BITES in the battle-with Marchosius… yesterday in the Wilson-Residence, During the Zombie-Attack…
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The ‘runaway’ Belgian-Malinois was Living in a community-Of-stray dogs in Kings Park. They were fed bags-of-dog food by animal-Lovers (despite it was Illegal by the park’s Municipal) …
Kitty was 50-days pregnant ~ and would ‘deliver’ her-Litters in a-Week (sired by Piper, its-animal Soulmate) …
… it was napping on-That Saturday evening – after the-Meal ‘provided’ by the Kind-human Samaritans. Kitty had a-Dream that its ‘soulmate’ à who was ‘hurt-&-in distress’ that it COULDN’T PROTECT its Master, Jane…
… Kitty Decided TO-GO to rescue the visually-impaired pregnant-Girl… the-Running dog ‘returned’ Back to-its ‘own’ Master-Paul’s house à where…
… Jane Was…
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THE ROBOTIC-ARMED TEEN ‘FELT’ Trapped-&-All Alone in the bunker ~ Beneath the Walker-House. He was terrified and, was Hiding from the Police (as Tipped-Off by Mr Wilford… who was coming-Later to-Rescue him from-the-Law) …
… the dark-L-Shaped bunker floor wasn’t the same-as he Last-Visited with the H-8 group à the internal-walls were cracked by the external-underground Soil that Landslided at the elevator-area…
Peter was in the edge of the L-Shaped bunker à Where the ritual-Altar of-Asmodeus ‘once’ stood (… ‘with’ the Ivory 3-headed-statue was-Currently in the-Possession of Kirk-Kiperman) ... there was a wooden crate of burnt Blackmagick books (where Peter found Solomon’s personal, handwritten Sorcery-journal) …
… his LED Flashlight was on top-Of-the crate… with the-Can of-RedBull…
… the Boy was Holding his Babolat, and the 6”-Pocket Knife, in Both-hands. He was Walking-in-Circles around the crate ~ casting tall-moving Shadows on the-walls, in the-confined Dark milieu. He entertained himself with ‘happy-Thoughts. He thought Of-his Late-Father ~Who-secretly Built a-50-Metre Underground-subterranean bunker à so-To practice Blackmagick …
‘… hehehe, Dad à ‘but’ I Found-Your ‘secret-place’ ~ I Doubt you’ll Teach your-Sons your-Dark Arts… hehehe à but, I Learnt-IT ‘too’ I FROM YOUR-Journal…’
Peter was then-Storytelling Out-Aloud… Speaking to-his-Late Dad…
“… yea-yea… at first, I HAD difficulties in-Reading IT à Your-awful Handwriting… the Of-those-Crazy scribblings! Were You in-a-Trance when you-Wrote your journal, hahaha!!? But à I deciphered those Words-you Wrote, and I Practised it…
“… on my-Pet-Quakka, JW! Hahaha…
“… I Grew him-Up into a Hippo-size, and Rode-him as My-Steed… and, I Played à Hide-&-Seek with Poe’s Janey… JW-&-I Would -GO hunter her-Down in Nightmare-Realm, in-my ‘porno’ Edition-Of ‘Rape-in The-Garden-Of-Eden’ à where she Hid in the Rodent-cupids’ caves … I TRAPPED Her…
“… I ‘nearly’ Got To-taste that sweet-p**** à but Her Bl****-F***ing Hero-Dog Rescued-Her! It Then-IT TURNED This ‘nasty’ Werewolf and killed my-JW à I Had-To bury the poor-Boy in an Unmarked grave in the Bushes… and, I swore, Dad à that-I would Resurrect him, Like Jesus…
“… but I Failed…
“… am I Doing It-Wrong…? I ‘feel’ JW’s presence when I sleep at-Night ~ come-Morning, stuffs-In-my room are Knocked-down, how DO you explain that, hah…!? I Know he gone incognito-Invisible, cos he’s a shy-Boy ~ with Bella now ‘staying’ in the-room… what Do I DO, Dad? I WANT JW Alive, or ~ Should I give-Up…?”
Peter ‘knew’ that he Wouldn’t get answers ~ from NOW deceased-Dad à In-His frustration, he plunged the blade-Hard in the wooden-chest. The NOISE startled the rats in the Quiet-chamber – their hundreds of echoing voices chorused Squeals…
… Peter Was-Terrified of-Rats à a-Fear that was-Psychologically instilled by watching gory-Horror movies-on-Netflix… where Rats ‘attack’ GNAWING the-Victim à and Bloodily Biting-the-Face-OFF…
He Immediately retrieved the-Blade Sticking-Upright on-the-Chest. Waving the-Weapon, (together with His ‘trusted’ Babolat) à Peter Shouted-Warnings-&-Curses…
“OII-YOU F***-ers! STAY-AWAY! Or-else I will CUT YOUR B**** à So You CAN’T F***-&-Multiply Like-humans! Do-you Pathetic-Species Want-That!!?”
The Loud Squeakings ‘decreased’…
Peter then-Laughed ‘when’ he Managed-to ‘frighten-Them’ with his superior-Threats….
… he proudly Looked-at the 6”-Blade in his-Right hand ~ That ‘belonged’ to his-Father… that brought back Good-memories of ‘when’ he was-8…
… whenever his father Wanted a Morning-snack… he would call for-Peter (… watching Cartoons with-Paul) to ‘fetch’ him an-Apple from the-Kitchen. The Eveready running Peter would DO-SO – bringing the-Fruit into the Downstairs-SOHO Office, where his-dad Worked-from-home…
… he would stay-around his-Father, who used the 6” Pocket knife to ‘skilfully’ peel the fruit-in spiralling Rings-Of-coils hanging vertically Like a Red-snake…
Solomon would-Then slice a-Quarter of the skinless apple à and Give-it to Peter…
‘…yum-yum-yum… my-Dad ‘fed’ me-Apples à NOT To Poe, hehehe ~ I’m His Favourite Firstborn Son…’
… In the-bunker, Peter licked his-Lips as he felt ‘sweetness’ of the Apple-juice in his-Mouth… and, washed it-Away by Drinking the ‘entire’ can-Of-RedBull. He put-Away his-Knife into-His-Pocket…
… next, crushing the aluminium-Can into-a-Metal marble, he sat-Alone on the Wooden-chest (of-burnt Occult-books in-it) – Waiting for Mr Wilson TO-COME To a-Creepy bunker ~ with NO WIFI…
‘… where Are you, Old-man? Have you Gone-senile and Forgotten the-Way-Here…?’
In every-Waiting minute à negative-Thoughts seeped-In…
and Peter Ranted his frustrations-&-disappointments…… he Didn’t ‘know’ how-Long he Would-BE there – in that damp-&-humid claustrophobic BUNKER…
“I Don’t Deserve This! I should NOT-BE Hiding here à my-Place SHOULD-BE out-There with my Adoring Fans of my-SUPERSTAR Cyborg Thunderbolt-Peter, Tennis Rockstar Fame! What would-THEY ‘think’ of-me ~ Cowardly-Hiding in this rat-Infested Bl****-Hole!!?”
… more Negative-Thought spiralled Like à the snaky-Apple peelings that – his ‘show-off’ Late-father, years-Ago à Displayed-With-his-knife-Handling Skills…
Peter was Shouting…
“F***-You-BOTH Kirk-&-Dan! You GOT Caught, and RATTED-ME-Out! I Curse You-Both that You Die a-Painful Death in Bl****-Hell-on-F***ing Earth!
“…. That GOES To YOU-Too, Detective Oldman-Johnson! I-Jigsaw TIPPED-You-OFF to the-Dog Farm to Catch Those-Morons, yea…!? And, now-Oldman à You’re COMING-After-ME, You Ungrateful Limp-Biskit pr***!?
“You Thankless-Bas****! Don’t I ‘deserve’ some-Sort of Immunity-Protection AS a-Good citizen, Superstar-Cyborg!!?”
Then, he Ranted on-the arrogant-&-big-headed OG, Chucky Miggs ~ Of THREATENING Him-TOO despite à ‘revealing’ that his-Son, Charlie Horse’s Head-&-Limbs were BURIED @the Dog-Farm…
… Peter Cursed him as a-Bad-Father, As-well…
… Then, he ran-Out of Adults’ names-&-faces to Curse-&-Blame ~ and Then-thought Of-his-Girlfriend…
“OII-Frenchie ~ YOU C***! Why Aren’t You in THIS-HOLE with-Me! You Bl**** Dragged-Me into This-S***, in-the-first Place à with your-F***ing Animal Lover-&-Rescue Bull**** @the-Zoo!
“Do you Have Immunity-Protection of the corrupted-Police à just-Because you’re a c****ing Millionaire’s Niece, is THAT-IT!!?”
… more Negative-Thoughts ‘came-To-play’ in his Mind’s playground…
He Shouted-OUT…
“Is this a Trick-Ploy that You-&-Your Oldman-Uncle Wilford ARE Plotting Against ME!!? So-That I’m TRAPPED and, The-Other Oldman-Johnson à Would come-&-arrest ME!
“Then-You and Old-Uncle WOULD-OWN à My Father’s House… isn’t -That your-Game, yea…!?”
Peter was Ranting in the Lonely-bunker – with hundreds of Quiet-rats ~ Listening-in, as his submissive-&-meek audience.
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THAT SATURDAY EVENING, NANA was basting a-Whole turkey in the oven ~ she ‘was’ Expecting a Full-House for the-Dinner-feast ‘for’ the-Table-Of-6. She was Helped-by ‘preggo’ Bella (… who recovered-From her Halloween-Night Hangover) …
… Peter’s girlfriend was making-Bread sauce for the roasted bird ~ mixing white-toast crumbs with melted-Hot butter in a bowl of milk à while calling Peter’s phone ~ to ‘know’ his whereabouts (… where he ‘went’ Missing That-Evening, and his-bike ‘was’ Around) …
Meanwhile, Upstairs ~ Jane was having-a-Shower… (she-Too recovered from sleep-Deprivation – spending an-All nightery ‘chatting’ with Maggi Wong, Last night-in-Chinatown) …
… her ‘supernatural’ 6-month Womb kicked – for-the-Host to ‘hurry-Up,’ as it was famished. The visually impaired Blond decided ‘not’ to-Shampoo-her-hair ~ and, cut-Short the bathing. She came to the bedroom in a towel. She thought of-Paul… And wanted to put-On her favourite pink-dress For-HIM at the dinner-Table…
Unbeknownst to-Her that Paul-Too was ‘Missing’ That Evening à on his solo-Mission @Timex Square à Fighting drones-&-zombies, SO-TO Protect his secret-Supe identity that was ‘threatened’ TO-BE Leaked Online…
Downstairs, the Door-Bell Rang-twice ~ Nana Left the kitchen to-Answer… Ignoring the Barking-Owls hoots-Of-Intruder Warning’…
… the Old-woman adjusted her-wig, and assumed it was Mr Tom-Harris (… ‘might’ have Forgotten the-front Door keys) ~ when he Left-in a hurry That morning…
When she Opened-the door à and It-was surprised to see Dr Shelley-Wilson Outside. Nana ‘knew’ Who-She-Was à when 5-Days-ago, she ‘dumped’ her daughter @Walker-House doorstep….
… Old Nana’s immediate Thought ~ the Doctor-mother ‘came’ to-Reconcile’ with Jane… and Make-peace of her-daughter’s pregnancy…
… but, Nana Thought-Wrong… as…
She looked at the doctor… standing mum, with one-Of her-hand in the handbag which she clutched to-her chest ~ staring back at the-old woman with ‘vacant’ eyes…
“… Mrs Wilson, Good-evening… welcome… Jane Is-Upstairs… would you Like-to ‘stay-Over’ for dinner…?” The courteous Nana greeted-with An-invitation…
“NO!”
The doctor-mother Shouted at the Old-woman’s face à before pulling-Out her .22 Glock, and shooting Nana at close-Range in the-Head. Mrs Groundwater’s face splattered RED, and she crumbled on the-Floor Dead…
… the terrified Bella screamed when she-ran from-the-Kitchen, to the Dining-room – to see at the-Front door, of-Shelley holding a gun, bent-over aiming to-Check if the Kill-was-Dead. The 14-year-Old’s hollers ‘distracted’ the possessed-Doctor, who-Turned her ‘attention’ à and ‘pointed’ the pistol at the teen…
… the possessed Doctor ‘remembered’ the millionaire-Teen Brat… who was the Live-In girlfriend Of-the-One-armed Son-Of-the Inspector-Of-Perth, Who:
* Came to the-Clinic ~ pregnant’ with Peter’s child. Shelley then ‘convinced’ her TO-GET an Abortion ~ and, FOCUS on school education à where BELLA AGREED
* Came on-Monday @SHS’ gym ~ during the ‘surprise’ Girls-pregnancy Test à where the-14-year-Old Bella Decided to-KEEP THE-BABY
* Come-Tuesday (5 Days-ago) … when Shelley ‘dumped’ the B-Girl @Walker-House doorstep à Bella ‘insulted’ by-Calling Her a BAD-MOTHER
The raged Doctor-Mother Yelled…
“Who Did You-Call a-Bad Mother, B****!!? You’re an-Insult to-Your Uncle, your-Bl**** school and F***ing society!!!”
2-Bullets RANG à the IKEA-Table’s White tablecloth were streaked-Red – with Bella falling back on-it à to bring down the-Broken-table with array-Of Arranged plates-&-cutleries, and-candlelight-stand with her…
… Lying-On the floor, was the-Dead teen with a Covered Tablecloth-Over Her-Head, soaking-Red à fatally shot at her PREGNANT BELLY.
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Upstairs, Slipping-into her-Gucci dress, the visually-Impaired tween ‘heard’ several ‘explosions’ à and assumed that Peter Downstairs was playing the LED-Teevee LOUD out-of-his Mind…
Jane Chucked when she ‘thought’ of similarities-Of Her-Baby brother-Samuel ‘taking’ control- Of the TV-remote control @Wilson Residence à to play his JUNGLE-BOOK Disney-cartoon movie, as LOUD out-of-his Mind TOO…
Unbeknownst-to the Bind-girl à the Doctor-Mother was Coming-upstairs, with a-Gun…
Then it was Quiet while Jane was applying Lip-gloss, when she Heard angry dog-Barks outside the Closed bedroom door. She distinguished ‘that’ it Wasn’t Piper ~ but Paul’s Runaway-Kitty…
She raced to GO Outside, and heard 3-Explosions à and sharp-yelp Of-a wounded dog…
Her 3rd-Eye in her forehead ‘activated’ à and she saw fussy-shapes of silhouette shadows…
… then seeing a single-RED Glow coming from the-Intruder’s Eye…
Jane realised… she was In-the-Presence of-Her doctor-mother…
“… Mummy… ‘what’ Have you-DONE…?”
Shelley HAD Killed the pregnant Brown-dog à that ‘tried’ to-Pounce on-Her. The possessed-Woman turned to her-Daughter à Pointing-the Glock-at her, Berating Her-FINAL SAY…
“YOU Bl****-Retched, B-Girl! You’ve Ruined-&-Shamed My Name, My Reputation à JUST Like Your f****ing Father!
“You’re BOTH Useless to-Me à and Don’t Deserve to-Live!
“DIE the-Both of-YOU!”
The womb ‘Telepathically’ Warned the-Host… that Shelley was About-TO Pull THE-TRIGGER…
‘SHOOT-Your Mother à Before she Kills-US…!’
Jane hesitated ‘to’ Apo’s warning à for a-Quickdraw To-thethe Head…
… it was an-Easy Target of-Pointing à and going-For-the head-Blast, where the-single RED Glow-Was… but the 12-year-Old was Reluctant TO-Shoot the doctor-mother variant… despite HOW Cruel-Of-a Woman She-Was…
Her-Empathy Cost Her-Life when the-Woman ‘emptied’ Her-GUN à shooting 4-Rounds… which 2 stuck the-B Girl…
The Moloch-Blackmagick Spell ‘wore’ Off ~ when she Pulled-the-Trigger. The horrified woman Realised that she HAD ‘killed’ her-Daughter. She dropped the-Glock and ran…
… she Fled-the scene-Of-crime in her SUV.
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MOMENTS-LATER, A BLACK Bentley-Continental GT Arrived in the-Open front-gate Of-the House-Of-Walker. Tom-Harris in-A Walking-Stick alighted from the-vehicle… and he gaited-To the front door à carrying a Duffle-bag…
… when he got-There – he Used the Walking stick-AS a Wizard’s wand… and the door Supernaturally-Opened-wide, and the ex-Principle-Of-SHS entered… and, the door automatically-Closed behind…
His face shapeshifted into the-Likeness-Of Tophet ‘Jared’ Wilford – the Grand-wizard-of the Moloch Cult…
The Changeling ‘saw’ the devastation WORKS Of-the Possessed doctor-mother ~ ‘under’ the-Moloch Spell… which had resulted ‘success’ à but with LOSSES Too:
* The death-Of Mary-Groundwater (a-Long-time housekeeper, and a-Fellow SA) Would-BE Missed as a-Collateral Damage à in the Greater-Cause of the Apocalyptic End-Time (…with Satan as the-Ruler)
* The death-Of his-niece Bella Beaulieu Loss à Would-BE a-Child ‘ritual’ Sacrifice, as she Carried the ‘unborn’ Child Of-the CHOSEN-ONE ~ who HAS the Golden Blood à which Was-the ‘Highest’ Offering to the-End-Times Ultimate Cause… so that, her-Uncle Would-BE Gifted with the RED-GEMINI Superpowers
He took Out his Colt-pistol, and gaited to the windowless bedroom à To Kill Paul… but he Wasn’t THERE. Wilford then Dragged the 2-Corpes to the common-Bathroom… to conceal their Death à and, from his-Duffel bag, he took-Out 3 C4 plastic explosives…
… he planned to ‘bomb-Down’ the House-Of-Walker ~ that he HAD ‘already’ Purchased…
Setting the timer for-20 MINUTES à and placed 3-Of-the set-Explosives in strategic places Downstairs à so-That the dead-Bodies Would-BE Buried ‘beneath-it in the-Ruins…
… time Was-running Against him ~ as He-proceeded to GO-Upstairs to Secure-His ‘prize’… Of-the ABDUCTING the ‘Chosen-One’ à and, Take Peter to-Johannesburg à where his-Golden-Blood Was-Needed in Dr Jack-Turner’s eugenics Laboratory à for the ‘genetic’ Transfusing-&- Integration of RED-GEMINI’s Ultimate Superpower…
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UPSTAIRS, He ‘saw’:
* the dead-dog – remembering the Night-of-Walker Twin’s 13th Birthday celebration à he ‘came’ (to-Purchase the ‘house) …where Paul à had-THAT-Dog
* The ‘dead’ supe – (Killed by her-Mother) ~ ‘remembering-the-deceased’… in her-Cosmic StarGirl-self ‘when’ she ‘botched’ Maggi-Wong’s ritual-Child-sacrifice à in the-godown, where the burning Wilford, who FELL OFF the ritual-stage… and ‘shattered’ his-Knee (before the rest of the cult-members ‘extinguished’ his-Burning robe)
… time Was-running Against him – using his Walking-stick ‘wand’ he Opened the Late-Solomon Walker’s music room/mancave, and entered the cobweb littered ceiling-Of the jazz-vinyl Collection room… heading To-the small bathroom, where the secret Elevator to the Hidden-underground bunker Was…
… holding the-wand to the full-Length mirror à it Opened the trap-Door to An-elevator into the 50-meter deep belowground Bunker… and, Wilford pressed the DOWN-Button.
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Seated on a wooden-chest, Peter HEARD the sound-Of the-Coming-elevator. The robotic-Armed teen stood-Up, while holding his-Babolat-&-the 6”-Pocket knife. He COULD NOT see-the descending elevator in the L-shaped bunker à that Could-BE either:
* Mr Wilson ‘coming’ Over ~ ‘That’ the coast-Was clear from the-Police… OR
* Mr Wilson ‘betraying’ him Over to the-Police… ‘Trapping’ him TO-BE Captured Like a-Rat in-a-Cage
… if That-was the case à Peter Would ‘stab’ Him in-the Neck à with his-Knife for DISLOYALTY…
In the dark, Peter anticipated with his-Flashlight Turned-OFF. The hydraulic of the Lift clanked, ‘when’ it touchdown. The Grilled-gate-Opened, and Peter Listened his-Name Called-Out…
… it was Wilford’s voice…
… Putting-away his Knife… switched-on the torch, and the-Teen acknowledged Him. Peter made his way-Over traversing the Landside-obstacles and Rats in the-Tight space (‘after’ spending an-Hour in-Hiding) …
The millionaire Old-man Cautioned…
“Peter-COME! We ‘must’ Escape ~ the-Police are Close!”
“What is the-Plan, Sir!?” The boy-Asked as he stepped Into-the elevator…
“We’re going To-South Africa…”
The boy said-Nothing-&-Was perplexed in-Thoughts… in the Moving-elevator…
… he had NOT-BEEN ‘out-Of-the Country (even Had ‘not’ been On-an-aeroplane… as his-Parents ‘never’ Took vacations outside-Perth) – the-Boy Then-asked…
“What ‘about’ Bella…?”
“She-&-Mrs Groundwater are ‘already’ On-their way-To-the Airport… I ‘had’ Arranged-that…” The Old-man LIED…
“Is Bella in Trouble-TOO!? She WAS the-one Who-Got us into ‘this’ Mess… and ‘being’ friends with the-Criminal animal-activists Group and-All… it’s NOT-My Fault à Bella ‘dragged-Me’ into it…”
The Old-man Replied…
“… no-Need-for explanations ~ the-Damage Is-Done à We’re GOING-To South Africa…
“… We MUST Hurry-Too à I’ve ‘set-Up’ Explosives à the-House will BLOW-UP Soon…”
The Boy Was-shocked-&-enraged…
“WHAT!!? You’ve Set-Up explosive to ‘blow-Up’ My Father’s House…!!? You CAN’T! I WON’T Allow it!”
“Listen to-ME, you-Fool! Do you-Think you’re ‘EVER’ Going to-Live in this-House again…? à you’re ‘definitely’ BE-Going Behind-Bars for ‘abetting’ with a Murder-Case…
“… that’s WHY The house Should-GO Down à as a Collateral Cover-Up for your-Crimes… or-Else the Law Would-BE After you à Am I Making-myself Clear…!?”
The Boy ‘was’ appeared stunned-&-flabbergasted to the-Suggestion…
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The elevator ‘stopped’ in the bathroom-Of the-Music room… Peter followed him Out ~ to see-In the dusty-cobwebbed room, was an-Open yellow curtain ~ that ‘partitioned’ the Hindu-prayer area. As a-Catholic, He Didn’t want Wilford to-Know that his-Late father ‘was’ an Apostate when he was alive, 3-years-Ago… Peter Went-Over and pulled the-curtain shut…
“Hurry-Up!” The-Old-man shouted…
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Peter stepped out from the room to the hallway, and froze to find Jane ‘dead’ in blood-blotting pink-dress. He felt weak-In the-knees ~ ‘considering’ her WAS as his-Soulmate… as-He-then Shouted…
“DID YOU KILLED JANE!? Whyy…?”
“Do you ‘think’ she’ll Let-You stay in this-House? She’s Paul’s Girlfriend à They’ll ‘both’ Will Turn-You in to the-Police… now Hurry-up à the-House is about-To Blow-Up!”
… the docile-Peter followed the man with the walking-stick. He saw his-Twin’s brown-dog Dead. He stepped-On its Lifeless tail, as he trailed Wilford down-the-Stairs… and, stalled ‘when’ he Thought of-Caroline…
“What About my-Mom…? She’s discharging from CDC this-Monday…” The Boy-Asked when he Walked-down…
“If you stay-In Perth ~ she’ll Arrest You-Too…”
“… err…What ‘about’ my-Cyborg Tennis-career…” The-boy Rapid-Fired the ‘next’ Question On-the-stairs…
“Mind-you, you’re going To-Prison, Peter à over-There, you’ll BE-Stripped out-Of-your Robotic-Arm à and spend the-NEXT 20-Years, as a One-armed Loser…”
“… but… but KC-&-I… we’ve ‘built-Up’ our solid-Amateur ranking ~ what-About that…!?” The Boy-Argued To-his ‘protected-interest’…
“Those ranking Would-BE Forgotten-&-Useless ‘when’ you Land-Up in Prison à but I Have an Alternative Option that you Could revitalise your-Tennis career à IF-YOU Come with-ME to South Africa à it’s an-Ex British Colony just-Like Perth too… it’s vivacious, and you Love-It There, to-GET à your-2nd Chance to ‘play’ Tennis-again…
“Now, ‘enough-With’ the 20-questions à The House is ‘about’ To-Blow UP… Hurry-NOW!!” The hasten-man Was in-a-Rush-out…
The boy was-Quiet as they reached-Down the-stairs. He ‘noticed’ 2 pools-of-Blood on the floor (with NO-BODIES) … which-Were at the front-Door, and at the Dining area (with the ‘broken’ IKEA-Table) à he Didn’t ‘ask’ About-it to the Old-man, and assumed…
‘… did he ‘kill’ Godzilla-Poe Too…!?’
Wilford opened the-front Door ~ and spotted a massive-Beast ‘guarding’ the-Entrance à it was the hippo-Sized Quakka…
“JW…!!?” The amazed boy-Exclaimed…
… ever-since Jane KILLED it in the Hide-&-Seek ‘game’ in the Garden-Of-Eden à Peter ‘tried’ to resurrect it ~ but Failed (… and even ‘offered’ 13-drops of-his Golden-Blood) … reciting-Chants of Solomon’s Dark-Arts journal….
… the-creature was conjured by the-Blackmagick-Of-Asmodeus à it Didn’t want the Moloch Grand-wizard (from the ‘rival’ Baal-Beelzebub) to ‘capture’ the-CHOSEN-ONE à and TO-BE Taken-away…
The animal was Aggressive-&-Life threatening à and the-old man backed-Away… while Wilford pulled-Out an epee-sword Concealed in the hollow-Walking stick… and handed the-Blade to-Peter, stating-Out aloud to the-Boy…
“This-IS Your Frankenstein à Kill It!”
“NO! I Can’t…”
“Peter, you MUST DO-IT! The House-is About to Blow-Up à Kill it… OR WE ‘both’ Die…!” Wilford trusted the-pointed sword in Peter’s metal-palm… with the Ultimatum-Order…
The boy ‘took’ it, and stepped Outside to the porch. The mammoth-creature-Pet was ‘less’ Bellicose when it ‘saw’ its-Master. Peter petted its-nose… and the-Trusting Quakka gave a-Wide smile… in tears, the boy-Said…
“… I’m sorry… my Lovely-sweet boy….”
Peter stabbed-IT in its-Neck à the injured Beast Rolled-Over on the floor as it roared In-PAIN. Wilford then Dragged the-boy to flee via-the Front gate… to the-parked Bentley GT…
Peter Looked-over his-shoulder TO-SEE the-dying Quakka disintegrating to-Invisible.
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At the ‘same’ moment, Paul reached the suburbs neighbourhood ‘after’ the TIMEX-SQUARE Mission. From his Bird’s-Eye-View, he saw ‘activity’ @the Walkers ~ Mr Wilford-&-the devil were entering the black continental car…
… the skies grew-dark, when he perched-On the Kiperman’s rooftop to scout the opposite-road To-the Walkers… Looking-over at his-Twin with his tennis-racquet getting in the car’s passenger’s seat. He DIDN’T Suspect anything ~ but was ‘more’ concerned about ‘himself’ ~ sneaking-Back in the house for dinner-time…
The car drove-Away in-a-hurry à WHEN 3-Explosions WENT-OFF in-Successions to Bring the whole Walker-House down. Paul was terrified at the sight-Of-the house his-Late father ‘built’ was BOMBED… by-the-Devil…
“JANE!”
Paul remembered his-girlfriend – as he flew-Over to the thick black-smoke coming-Off the fractures of the shattered roof. The-fallen front-structure was in-A kowtow position, with the biggest-house in the suburbs bowing to the facing road. The ground-Floor was levelled in-rubbles beneath the-Upstairs floor…
The only access to the house was Through Peter’s bedroom broken window – Paul entered into it – and Called-out Jane’s name. In the room, was the hologram-Projection of the-underwater Avatar-esque display going-On In-the ruined bedroom… that was Tilted 20° slant. He Levitated as he traversed further… and felt eerie to ‘hear’ the oceanic whale-Song as the soundtrack-To the cracking-&-popping sounds of the burning-house…
Peter’s AI-Googles, PETE2.0 in-Standby-Mode à was observing-HIM…
The Big-sized boy Levitated to the bedroom Door… Calling Jane’s name. He then-saw his-dead dog, and went crying to-it…
“… ooo-Kitty… what ‘has’ the-devil Done-to-you…!?”
… Paul Thought his ‘returning’ Runaway-dog was à shot By-his antagonistic-Twin, Who-Hated it…
Then he HEARD a-weak Whispering voice…
‘… Joseph…’
‘… huh… who’s Joseph…!?’
Paul then-Realised the-VOICE ‘was’ Coming from-Inside-His-head…
‘… Joseph… Behind-you…’
‘… who Said-THAT…!!?’
He turned his head from his-Dead dog to his rear ~ to the Damaged structure Of-the-Explosion … where he SAW Jane’s legs…
‘… Joseph… come…quick….’
… his girlfriend’s body WAS pinned under the-Broken bedroom door – with chunks of the-Wall’s boulders-&-rubbles on-TOP. Paul cleared the rocks-&-sarsens to find Jane Almost-in-her Dying state… with 2 gunshots in her arm-&-chest…
Paul Wailed-Aloud…
“… Oh-No-MY GOD à NOT You-Tooo…”
Paul Thought à the devil ‘shot’ her-Too…
“WHO-are you…!?”
“… it’s me ~ Apolonia… Joseph, time… is-running… out…”
… it ‘was’ then, he ‘noticed’ Jane’s belly was 6-months bigger à and the womb that Jane carried (… and fondly called ‘APO’) à was telepathically-Talking in his-head…
… it was the ‘same’ voice-Too of the Claymation ‘BABY v BABY’ Dream à that Threaten to KILL HIM for ‘buying’ online-Abortion pills… so-That Jane ‘would’ abort the Saviour-Daughter-Of-Mankind…
But Paul wasn’t threatened by the womb ~ instead he wailed at the sight-of His near-death girlfriend, with fatal-gunshot Wounds ~ And, wishing that he was a-DOCTOR… and could ‘save’ her-Life…
‘… don’t-cry, Joseph… you’ll reunite with her in PERTHLAND… but…’
… Paul-then remembered the Perth-dimension he Would REVISIT ‘next’ (told by John-See, the Doomsday Time-Traveller-&-Record Keeper) …
‘… but-I… I’ll perish today… in-POST-TREETON… and Jane’s Death Would-BE in vain… please-Joseph… I ‘need’ your-Help…’
…Paul decided to-Help à feeling ‘equally’ responsible for Feeding-Jane the BAD APPLE that Kerubiel ‘tricked’ him-With @the Garden-Of-Eden…
“… Okay … what Do I do…!?” The boy said…
‘… listen-&-focus… I’m going to-Transfer the ‘remaining’ of the-host’s-Superpowers to-YOU… you’ll Have Access to my Mother’s Super Cosmic powers as StarGirl…
‘… Joseph… will you ‘wish’ to-Accept it…?’
“… err… you ‘mean,’ you’re Downloading Her-Powers into me…?” The boy clarified…
“… yes… but will you ‘help’ me, Joseph…?”
“… Okay…I’m here…”
‘… good, Joseph… calm your-Mind ‘now’… and-Focus….’
… The-boy ‘knew’ HOW-TO-DO that à via-the asamprajnata-sanadhi ~ the-Highest Level-Of the TM Meditation that the-Adiyogi ‘taught’ HIM in the Hindu-Heaven, Samsara…
Then, he saw a-Bright ‘golden’ Light Coming-Out Jane’s Forehead-Scar ~ her 3rd-Eye Was ‘extracted’ that Looked like a-Glowing White-marble orb… it flew to Paul’s mouth ~ and he swallowed it like the Church Holy-Communion…
… he ‘felt’ a-Sudden Invincible-State in wellbeing ~ his cursed-diamond shaped-SCAR in his-Throat Glowed-Blue (… tasting ‘minty’) à then, his eyes-&-mouth Lit-White ‘fiery’ Light…
…with the ‘download’ Power-Transfer Completed…
The-Gasping Voice spoke…
“… Joseph… you ‘now’… Have Laser capabilities to perform… a surgical Caesarean section… on-the-Host à so-That… I Can-BE Freed ‘before’ my-Oxygen Cut… once-Her Body-Shutdowns…”
The-Big Boy-panicked…
“… whoa! I Can’t-DO that à I’m ‘not’ a Surgeon…!”
‘… no-worries… I’ll ‘guide’ you…of-How deep the cut TO-BE… that Should-Free me…
“… are you Ready, Joseph…!?”
Paul nodded ~ and, the-Unborn APO Instructed him to slid Jane’s dress over-to her chest. He was weeping when he finished-it – while waiting for the-Next-instruction … and. holding Jane’s hand with weak-pulse beats…
“… don’t cry, Joseph… focus… are you Ready…!?’
The boy nodded… and his Both-eyes glowed intense-White à dual-Lasers in-Unison shooting-Out ~ which-Made A-Horizon incision on Jane’s Lower abdomen… above the pubic hairline à the uterus Then-showed… with APO Moving-in-it, emerged in-the-Placenta bag…
… then just Like the ‘chest-buster’ in Ridley-Scott’s Alien à it BROKE-OUT…
Deja-vu… Of-a Black baby, with blue-Eyes, and Blonde-hair à was-floating like-a-kite, anchored by-Its Umbilical-cord…
The boy then Cut the-Cord ~ it Didn’t fly-away Like a helium balloon … but-Hovered in-the-air à and-APO released a-Loud War-Cry ~ proclaiming its Birth to-Mankind… That-the Saviour-Daughter Had-Arrived…
Paul was instructed to-cauterise the surgical-wound CLOSE … APO Was then-descending in-slow-motion… and the Black-baby Landed-on Jane’s chest – and, cried Like a-normal Newborn…
The boy-Too was thrown-Back, and fell-weak on his-belly à exhausted ‘after’ the-Intense focus-Of his performing a-Complex C-sect surgery. He Looked-over at the crying-baby… noticing Jane was in her-Stage of her Final-dying Breath…
He scrambled towards his-girlfriend, holding onto her as he wailed-&-wept… of-Her-passing … and, both Paul-&-APO yowled-&-bawled…
Then, the Voice-in-his head Spoke…
“… Joseph, we must-GO…”
“… where…?”
“… take-Me to Chinatown à I ‘must-GO’ to the Prophetess Maggi-Wong à As-Prophecies ‘dictate’ ~ she’ll ‘prepare’ Me mentally-&-spiritually for the End-Times…”
“… okay…”
… he Didn’t ASK ~ why Jane’s BFF was ‘called’ a-Prophetess à but he assumed that had Something TO-DO with her-ACTUAL father ~ Who-was John-See… the Doomsday Time traveller-&-Record-keeper Himself…
Paul removed his blue tattered Scooby-Doo sweater, and bundled the naked baby. He found a rattan-deco basket in the rummages (… of Bella’s Interior-Decoration) à and, placed the crying baby in it…
He coughed when the explosion’s smokes and-strong smells were creeping-Up from the fractured-floor. Paul Levitated with a rattan-basket in his hand… and escaped to Peter’s bedroom…
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… he Levitated to the open window… where the projector was displaying holograms of sea-creatures, were rotating in the cracked-wall surfaces ~ the baby stopped crying when she ‘heard’ the soothing whale-song playing in the burning house…
… they were distracted by the AI, Pete2.0 à when it ‘addressed’ Paul…
“Paul… please Save-Me… Don’t Leave-me behind… I Don’t want-To DIE like-Jane’s Boyyo…” The headphone spoke via-its external Tiny-speakers…
The big-sized boy was perplexed ~ as the AI hadn’t spoken to him-Before… ever-Since, Kimura-Star ‘gifted’ Peter With-the Ai-interactive study-aid device 6-months ago (that made Peter ‘ace’ his Mid-term examinations) …
The voice in his-head Hurried-him…
“Joseph, ‘ignore’ Him… we must GO-Now!”
Pete2.0 ‘stalled’ Paul…
“Paul, I KNOW ‘who’ shot Jane, just-NOW…”
“Who?” The Boy-asked…
The demi-goddess’s voice too-Contradicted…
“We Don’t ‘need’ any Ai-Tech’s assumption ~ Let’s GO, Joseph…”
Pete2.0 argued…
“.. but my-Intel Is-Solid – I ‘even’ have a Voice-Recording to ‘prove’ my-Facts. Paul, You Take-me with you à and, I’ll reveal WHO Killed Jane…”
Paul shouted…
“OKAY, I’ll Take you!” Despite the voice-in head Disagreed…
Paul put on the Headset… and Pete2.0 then-Instructed…
“… grab-Also Peter’s Thunderbolt-Pete Googles Too...!” Indicating the sleek-sunglasses that the-devil ‘wore’ in his Cyborg-tennis matches… that Was Nearby in the slanting-Rack…
“… what…? Why-For…!?” He ‘was’ Reluctant to take it ~ of ‘what’ That wasn’t-His…
“It’s for GPS-purposes to Get-TO Chinatown…”
Paul wore the darkglasses ~ before he took-Flight out-Of Peter’s bedroom open-Window…
… the Big-sized teen with a baby-in the-basket ~ flew upwards in the-troposphere, into the darkening skies… and HEARD a Loud-crash behind of the burning Walker house’s Roof had crumbled Like-a deck-Of-cards…
… the grieving Paul sobbed thinking of Jane-&-Kitty… Would-BE Char-Burnt à and, buried in the-ruins…
The baby’s voice Comforted-Him…
‘… don’t-cry, Joseph – be patient…you’ll BE-Reunited with Jane-&-your Dog in PERTHLAND…”
Wiping his-tears, Paul nodded as he flew – noticing from the Bird-Eye-View of the Fire-Dept responding-To the emergencies of putting-Off the Conflagration Of-the Blazing house, that his-Late father Built…
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INTO THE SMOKY TROPOSPHERE, Paul flew with a baby-in-basket ~ following the ‘visual’ GPS Coordinates-Of the Thunderbolt-Pete Googles… in the headset, Paul heard the chatty-AI ~ Pete2.0, was ‘into’ its-Lengthy monologue…
… But Paul wasn’t paying attention ~ as he was fixated at the northern forest-fire spreading ahead on the horizon à where, The Great Perth-Fire was happening Again-on POST-TREETON…
The roads were-In chaos To-&-Fro, in the North – suburbs-district which were affected by strong-Winds, HAD Spread the-fire – the Ambo/Fire-Dept/Army vehicles were dispatched to put-Off fires in their homes and, Evacuate them…
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Meanwhile, the ‘abandoned’ by-Peter-tech, Pete2.0 à HAD-Decided to ‘serve’ Paul-instead… with-Peter ‘going-Away’ to-South Africa. It-also Remembered its Former-CRUEL Master à who deliver Digital-Pain and Death-Threats to the Ai-Slave… who, Who-Had to-Lived in-Fear in the 6-months…
… then, Peter Got ‘shinier’ AI-device Tools That ‘came’ Later à and, Pete2.0 became Redundant ~ (‘Mediocre,’ as the-Tyrant-master puts-it…)
Humiliated, Pete2.0 wanted to Sabotage Peter… with a Tell-it-All à so, that Paul (the New-Master…) would CHOOSE Its-service, as his ‘companion,’ and interactive Study-Aid device…-
…thus, its ranty-Monologue à where It-SAID…
… About, ‘when’ Jane ‘arrived’ 5 Days-ago, on Tuesday @the Walker-House… and, there were 3-AI devices ‘under’ One-roof:
* 2-Of Peter’s [ the Thunderbolt-Pete Googles-&-Pete2.0]
* 1-Of Jane’s [ Boyyo]
… yesterday, despite Peter’s Authority Of NO-CONTACT with Jane-&-Paul à Pete2.0 ‘broke’ the Protocol-Command à BY-Befriending Boyyo, Jane’s Ai…
… they ‘met’ in-the virtual-café @the Cloudà and, discussed about the IDENTITY Of-mysteries Cyborg-Tennis Google… both Boyyo-&-Pete2.0 hacked into the layers of China -Tech coding… To discover it WAS-A ‘product’ of-Kimura Star that was ‘Stolen’… By a-Coded serial# that Traced…
… To Maggi-Wong’s STOLEN Ai, SIM (during Wesak-Day… where, a Police report was made of-the girl’s ABDUCTION, ‘when’ she Lost her-Ai) …
The saboteur, Pete2.0 was ranting-About…
… The stolen-Kimura-Star’s Tech was modified with MADE-in China-Ai Technology… and it was-Then gifted to Peter by KEN-CHAN… So that he could à Have ‘An-unfair’ Advantage over-His-opponents in his Cyborg Tennis amateur ranking-Matches. KEN CHAN Had Given Peter ‘another’ Cheating-tech (with Bluetooth) à and he aced-In the Midterms examinations Using-It…
BUT-The grieving-Paul doesn’t WANT to hear-About the-devil’s cheating in matches-&-exams à he HAD ‘just’ Lost 2-Of his precious ‘girls’ that Saturday-Evening à Jane-&-Kitty Were-Dead à and, He Wanted ANSWERS…
“Enough! You-talkative Ai, I Don’t WANT to hear about your Batman capers with Boy-wonder, Boyyo ~ you Still Haven’t ‘told-Me’ – WHO-KILLED JANE? Is it my-BROTHER?”
“… no-Paul, it was Dr Shelley-Wilson à who shot Jane-&-your pet-Dog… I have the-VOICE RECORDING Clip à to prove To-the Authorities that she HAD à pulled-the-Trigger…”
Pete2.0 replayed the-Recording of the ‘final’ moments of His-Beloved girlfriend’s demise – with the Hated-Words delivered ‘before’ the doctor-Mother shot-her Own-Daughter – that Made Paul cry of-Jane’s Sufferings Enduredà with the ‘worst’ Of-the Dr Shelly-Wilson variant, in the POST-TREETON realm…
Pete2.0 Also-said…
“… I have Also-the voice-Recording-A-half Hour-LATER ‘since’ Jane’s Shooting à Of the Businessman, Mr Tophet Jared-Wilson TELLING Your brother à that they should RUN-AWAY to South Africa…”
… the Ai ‘played’ that 3-seconds recording made when ~ Jared-&-Peter passed-By Peter’s Open bedroom door ‘Conversing’ … Paul Listened to-it à and Thought-out Aloud…
“… that evil woman Killed My-Jane… was That a-COINSIDENCE. that Mr Wilford Was-There Too? I saw him Drive-Away with Peter Just-now à Are the-3 Of-them in-It…? Why Murder-Jane…!? What About Nana…? Bella-Too… ‘where’ are-They when it ALL-Happened…!?”
“… sadly, WE-Wouldn’t Know the Answer to that à with the Walker-House BOMBED to the-Ground… Bummer àAnd-the CCTV surveillance system-Too ‘went’ Down in the-Explosion… too-Bad, Bro ~ I ‘feel’ you…” The ‘buddy’ Ai chimed…
“These Bl****-Adults ‘had’ Plotted-It ALL… Jane Coming-Over ‘under’ the Roof ‘purchased’ by-Wilford… where They ‘set’ a-Trap… and the Evil-mother Killed my-Jane… Is the-devil INVOLVED-Too…? I Don’t-Know à what Am I TO-DO …!!?” The vulnerable-Boy Cried…
The Ai KNEW About Paul super-Abilities à it had scanned-&-seen Peter’s USB’S CCTV Recording of the crippled-teen brother à Levitating… furthermore, the Ai-Boyyo HAD Shared information that à Jane ‘was’ a Supe-too (who TOOK Boyyo-on-Missions) …
Pete2.0 suggested…
“I have GPS Coordinates Of-BOTH the-ADULTS ~ Dr Shelley-&-Mr Wilford à Who-DO We GO After…!?”
The Big-Boy WAS in deep-thoughts:
* In his-Vengeful rage ‘state’ à He Might-Kill the-Evil Dr-Shelly for killing Her-Daughter ~ his Girlfriend
[ …which might NOT Bode-well with his Superhero’s code-Of-ethics, that à Superheroes DON’T KILL…]
* If he went-After the 2nd-Adult à He Might Stop Wilford from Escaping to South-Africa with Peter
‘… I’ll force THE-TRUTH From the-Devil à ‘when’ I GET There…’
The-Ai WAS Waiting for his-Answer…
“… well, My-Superhero… WHO do We Go after? ~ have you ‘made’ your-Choice…?”
The Boy was Quiet…
… Before-Long, the Thunderbolt-Pete googles ‘alerted’ that They HAD Arrived To the-Destination ~ Chinatown…
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Inside the MataHari Hair-Salon, Maggi-Wong was sitting in the corner with her-Cellphone… she was Trying to call her-BFF, Jane ~ regarding homework… since Monday was school-Day ~ but Jane Could-Not-Be reached…
… it Was 8:47 PM… time to Close-Shop ‘after’ a-Busy business-Saturday ~ her-Mother, Robin was styling the Last-customer’s hair… and, her-Sister, Alicia was at the-Till, doing the-sales Accounting…
Everyone then-SAW the-visually-Impaired girl Standing-Up à and, in-Histeria Crying-Out in Hokkien…
“Jane-is-DEAD… my-Friend Jane… IS-DEAD!!!”
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Outside, the MataHari Hair-Salon, the Big-sized twin Descended from the-skies with the Baby-basket. He landed at the side of the-Building… Away from the see-through glass-paned-window Of-the-Shop…
Pete2.0 urged…
“… well… who DO-WE Go After, my-Superhero…!?”
The baby-in-the Basket… was Observing the-Conversation of the Boy-&-Ai, during the entire-Journey à APO then-Intervened…
“JOSEPH! Why ‘are’ you Listening to the-Wrong-suggestions of this-Thrill seeking-Ai? Its USING you… with its Digital ‘hidden’ Agenda ~ and, ‘probably’ Influencing you with Bad-Intel!”
“Who-Do you think I-AM, Baby? ~ My Intel is Scientifically-Fact based à Paul WANTED Answers, and I GAVE Him Accurate ‘suggestions’ to His-Questions, Baby!” The Ai-Shouted…
“Who You’re-Calling BABY? I’m ‘not’ YOUR BABY, You Sexist Sentient!”
Inside Paul’s head WAS-A Shouting match between the-Ai, Pete2.0-&-APO, the demi-goddess ‘baby’…
The Levitating Paul, with the basket, carried to-his chest Shouted-Back at the-Baby…
“OII!!! STOP-IT à Both-Of-you!”
Pete2.0 HAD The Last-say…
“Paul, just Kiss-the-Baby, Goodbye à We Don’t ‘need’ Her à I’ll Take you to Your-Answer, Pauly… right-Now, escaping in a-Bentley Continental… roughly 30 Kilometres-Away…”
“Joseph, are you Going for YOUR-BROTHER? Are you Seeking ‘answers-OR-justice? I’ve told-You To-Let it-GO à you’ll Reunite-Soon with Jane in-PERTHLAND… please BE-Patient… you’re facing Survivor’s Guilt…
“… And, going After Peter is useless ~ he’s insignificant in the-End-Times prophecies… Let him escape to Wherever he’s-Going ‘after’ Whatever Crime, that he’s Running from…
“… his-Mortal ‘soul’ is ‘not’ Worth Rescuing-Nor-saving ~ to Hell with him…”
Pete2.0 Berated…
“… that is a-Mediocre-Low… coming From-you To-Ignore The-PROBELM, Baby à Don’t you Think Paul Deserve the Truth? You’re stalling-Us… Paul is a Superhero who Seeking the Truth à And, Baby, you’re Standing IN-his way …now-Scoot…”
The Voice-Said…
“Joseph, do you Want to Go-After Peter…?”
“… yea… I must… I’ve ‘not’ been-My Superhero-SELF in POST-TREETON… I’m Always-hiding my-ID from Everyone… it’s high-Time, I’M PROACTIVE… yes…!?”
“… Kudos-Joseph à you Should TELL the-World That you Have Superpowers ~ especially, your-Mother… Perth’s Inspector à you SHOULD ‘solve’ Crimes with-Her… and BE the-TRUE Guardian-Angel-Of-Perth…”
Paul shouted Again…
“WHAT!!?? My Mom Should NOT Know!”
Pete2.0 backed-Him…
“… yea, Baby à WRONG-&-Dumb EMO Suggestions à Have you Calculated the-Level-of-Errors in your-Suggestions à that FOLLOWS multiple-Consequences… you Don’t-Know ‘what’ your-Talking about…!!?”
“… Listen to-Me, Joseph…”
Paul Shouted-Again…
“… why-Are you ‘keep’ Calling-Me-Joseph? … my-Name is Paul!”
Pete2.0 Replied…
“She WON’T Know-THAT! Let me-Mansplain for the-Baby à according to the-Late Boyyo’s Memory-Logs… (God-Bless his-Digital-soul) à THIS-Baby ‘here,’ while-During as-a-Womb ~ Jane would tell-Baby Bedtime stories… one Of-the Stories was of the biblical-St Joseph… the protector of Mary-&-Infant Jesus… is that soo-Baby, hehehe…!!?”
“STOP Calling-Me-Baby, you-retched Machine!”
Pete2.0 Teased the-Voice by-Singing ‘Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star’ àthat ‘got’ APO Worked-UP…
Paul yelled…
“SHUP-UP Both-Of-Youu! You’re ALL Are-Confusing-Me!”
The voice Replied…
“… so, your Name is Paul ~ And, are you Listening to-THIS Ai à and, you’re going After Peter?”
“I’m Afraid-so… There is Soo-Much that Don’t-ADD-Up à Peter LOVES Our-Father’s House… WHY Would he Blow-IT-Up ~ or-HAD Mr Wilford Had-Anything to DO with-It…!? I ‘must’ Know the-Truth… at-Least as a-Supe, I-DO… or-My Life Would-Be in vain, like somewhat Imposter Syndrome… and, there is NO-Me then ~ with my-Jane Dead-and-All… I Must Learn the-Truth… I Must GO-FIND the-devil, and Question Him…” The Boy ranted his-stance…
“WAY-TO-Go, Pauly à I’ll HELP You Find Peter!” The-Cheering Ai-Backed him…
The voice Concluded…
“… then Good-Luck to you. Paul ~ I would NOT Stand-in your-Way… but-don’t Forget that I Didn’t WARN you… As-Like the Ai SAID… ‘kiss-the-Baby’… and, we Part-as-Friends…”
Pete2.0 was Tickled…
“HAHAHA! Yea, my-Superhero…KISS The-Baby for Good-Luck! That Worked for the wingnut Mayor Blake WHO-won 3- run Terms in his-previous Elections by Kissing babies, Hahaha! And, Hurry-Up, Pauly ~ we’re wasting-Time HERE…”
Paul who Held the rattan-Basket… bent-&-kissed the Black-baby’s cheek…
… he Felt a Sudden-giddiness, and was disorientated with fatigue-and-Pain ALL-OVER him, from head-to-his paralysed toes. The Baby smiled as its Blue-eyes Shone with white-Light in the sockets…
The-weakened Paul croaked…
“… Jane’s POWERS… it Left My-Body à You Took-It Away ~ Why…!?”
“That’s NOT FAIR, Baby – GIVE It-Back to him!” Pete2.0 Too-panicked…
Paul ‘felt’ the exhaustions-Of-the Timex-Square mission ‘upon’ Him-After Jane’s-Powers were drained-Out of him. He felt Like-collapsing… as he focused-on his wobbly-balance ~ then Looking at his sweatpants… where it WAS bleeding ~ he tightened the-Tourniquet-knot… while hearing the-Quarrelling voices in-his-Head…
APO’s voice Had the-FINAL SAY…
“NO! I WON’T Allow my-Mother’s Cosmic-Powers TO-BE Misused Irresponsibly!”
The teen then heard new-set Of-voices, in-Chinese at his-Rear ~ glancing At-a crying Maggi Wong running Towards him, followed by Robin-&-Alicia running after her. They stopped ‘chasing’ the Blind-girl when she Hugged Paul… Also, noticing in ‘astonishment’ that the wheelchaired-Crippled-boy could Levitate-supernaturally…
The Embraced-Maggi was sobbing onto Paul… saying…
“… is she Really-dead…? I’m so-Sorry, Pauly ~ she really Loved-You…”
Paul too-Wept, ‘before’ Handing-Over the basket-Of-the Newborn Infant…
“… this is-Apo ~ Jane Wants-You to take-Care Of-her-Baby…”
The concerned Robin Came-forward and placed her-Hand on Paul’s shoulder…
“Boy, you’re Hurt ~ do you Want TO-GO to-the-Hospital...?”
The big-Sized teen shook his head-No… and the parched-&-dehydrated supe Replied…
“… can I HAVE some-Water…please…?”
Alicia HAD a small mineral-water bottle in her cargo-pants-Pocket ~ and gave it to him… he drank it-All, and returned the empty bottle…
“… thank-you…”
Paul noticed a-salon Customer, with her hair Half-Done ~ with her 20-something daughter were in-their ‘presence’ – the younger-Woman Was videoing them in her cellphone…
‘… s***!’
… ‘feeling’ That-He was Letting his-Supe Guard-down… He then-Said…
“… I should GET-Going…”
Paul Took-Off to the night-skies… hearing Alicia-below Exclaiming Aloud…
“WahLauWei! He Could ‘fly’ Too!”
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5-KM AWAY FROM CHINATOWN, in the Troposphere, Paul-&-Pete2-0 were in the night-dark skies pursuing the Bentley – which was Far-ahead Of-them. The Perth’s Accidental-superhero had-Once ‘again’ Chanced-upon the ‘bird’s eye-View’ of the Perth-Great Fire closing-BY At-horizon of-the Northern-Reserve Forest, and ‘spreading’ fast towards the city-Edge…
… there was chaos on the roads-Ahead, with bottlenecked traffic (Of-Perthians fleeing for their lives in the Northern suburbs-&-neighbourhoods) à but Paul HAD-To ‘ignore’ them ~ as, he was on his-Personal’ mission à to-Intercept the-Devil ~ and Question-&-Learn about the Walker-House’s Tragic-Truth Of-WHAT ‘happened’ hours-Ago there…
The atmosphere was warming up, that coincided to the heatwave. The humid-air was smoky too that irritated his eyes-&-sinuses – Paul coughed, before flying Upwards the cluster-Of-Cumulus clouds ~ cooling Himself-off as bathing in the water-Vapours by-Flying inside the-Cloud…
“… stop-That Paul – I Might ‘malfunction’ if I’m-WET!”
Paul descended-BACK into-the humid Troposphere, and the AI spoke again…
“… ‘why-DID You Come-Down à Go-Up… and you’ll Cover ‘more-Distance…!”
“… I CAN’T…”
… even though as a-Supe ~ he had his-Limits as A-Mortal… while currently In-pain-&-wounded, exhausted-&-also Hungry…
“… can’t-Blame You à it’s Gravity, right…?”
‘… huh… Did it-Imply I’m Fat…?’
Paul ‘was’ taken-Aback of the Interactive-Ai’s rebuttal behaviour à where its-Manufacturer, Kimura-Star Corp HAD designed their ‘product’ to simulate-Their Human END-USER…
‘… Pete2.0 is emulating the-devil’s arrogance…’
… he noticed-That in Chinatown where it ‘behaved-&-spoke’ Like Peter à in-Malarkey-mode, when it Argued with the infant-Demigoddess, APO à to ‘Show-Off’ its AI-Superiority…
“Can you At-Least Go-Faster ~ the car is way-Ahead…”
Paul Ignore-it ~ and, thought it was Motivating-Him to-Push-On…
… but he needed the GPS (Of-the Devil’s iPhone, which it WAS Tracking) à To-Confront WITH the Truth behind-Jane’s Death and the Bombing-of the Walker-House à while he WAS on his Timex-Square Mission…
He was Bleeding a-Lot from the shrapnel wound in-his Crippled-Leg ~ and, WAS finding it hard to-mentally Focus on his-Flight balance – where he was fuel-deflated, lightheaded cos’ he was-Hungry à and needed To Rest-&-Respire…
From Above, he spotted the 98-hectres of the Karrakatta-Cemetery below, with the lighted Landmarks of the train-Station and the Coffesloe shopping-centre… Paul Flew-Down to the cemetery…
… he had visited his Late-Father’s gravestone ‘recently,’ during All-Souls-Day à where Uber-Gary brought him, Jane-&-Alicia There…
“Paul, WHY Are you Flying-Down?”
“… I Need a-Minute break…”
“We Don’t ‘take’ Breaks! We’re On a-Mission… and, the ‘enemies’ Are-Escaping ~ According to-Boyyo’s Logs à Jane Doesn’t TAKE BREAKS ‘when’ she’s-On a-mission ~Then WHY are-You…!?”
… when the-Dismayed Paul ‘heard’ the-inconsiderate Ai-Mention his Dead-GF’s name à he Blew-a-Fuse and Shouted…
“SHUT-UP, you Bl****-Ai! It’s ALL your-FAULT! You Arguing with the-Baby JUST-NOW, and you HAD ‘made’ her -Angry à and, APO Took-Back Jane’s Cosmic superpower! Now, I’m Feeling s***-Tired… and I need a-Minute to-rest, OK, so Bugger-Off…!!”
“… Okay, my-Super Hero, Let’s Time-Out…I ‘need’ to-Calibrate-too…!”
… despite the AI ‘knew’ ~ Paul’s Health-condition Of-being-Poor from his-Injuries à but it ‘pushed’ its-Mission ‘agenda’ of the superhero to-Pursue its ‘cruel’ Ex-Master, Peter-Walker à so-That, Paul would stop-Or-kill his-Twin à to satisfy the-Ai’s Vengeance-Mode, after its ‘sufferings’ under the hands of the-Tyrannic Robotic-armed Boy…
… now, the Mission ‘was’ stalled…
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It was Dark in the cemetery. Paul ‘knew’ his father’s tombstone was there ~ under a Yew tree … but there were several trees. Fortunately, Pete2.0 activated the miner-Lamp-mode Light in the TBP-googles that he wore ~ and, Paul managed for find the Grave, which Also-the Walker Family plot (…where his WW2 veteran peepaw was Buried-too) …
Although, He HAD Visited the grave ‘recently’ à but found a ‘strange’ Anomaly in-This visit…
… at the base-Of-the tree, a thick-root had Emerged from the-earth à and, coiled ITSELY on his father’s gravestone ~ as-IF Choke-holding in a Tight-grip…
… the renegade-corm HAD ‘only’ spiral On Solomon’s tombstone ~ and ‘not’ the rest Of-the-Other Walkers-graves. The thick-&-knotty root-stem was-Of bark-Like texture à spiralling-Around Like a-Serpent, in its many twists-&-turns ~ giving it an-Almost Living quality…
Deep-Cracks HAD formed on the tombstone surface by the Constriction-coils ~ and the Letters etched on the-stone was-Now totally obscured by the root’s grasp. Paul remembered reading-It the Last-visit as…
R.I.P.
Solomon J Walker
Husband to Caroline,
Father to Twins, Peter-&-Paul
Levitating, the big-Sized Boy tried to Pry-off the thick-girth tuber with his bare-hands. But He was too-Weak for the-feat, as he was drain-Of-energy cos’ he Hadn’t had-dinner. He then tried Electrocuting it (…which WORKED on Mortal-humans-&-Immortal-monsters) à ‘not’ this-Time) …
… the Root WON ~ and, He LOST à the eminent coiling-Embrace of the-Gravestone was the-Sign-Of the tree’s Life-&-Growth ~ even in the-Face of Mortality-&-Decay…
Pete2.0 was-Observing him (in the-Headset) … and-Listening…
… while Paul collapsed in-Exhaustions ~ hugging the Gravestone crying-&-ranting…
“… I’m soo-Sorry, Dad à the House-You-Built FOR-US ‘has’ been-Bombed to the-Ground… I Don’t ‘know-If’ the-devil did-It à but I suspect Wilford-&-Jane’s doctor-mother HAD ‘done-It’ … I ‘must’ FIND PETER à to Get-the-TRUTH…
“… in-Our Last ‘encounters’ ~ In-Purgatory, and in the bathroom-Mirror… you Always-Say, ‘Help-Peter… help-Peter’…
“… Wilford ‘has’ him ~ and Is-NOW Taking him to-South Africa – I don’t KNOW-If he’s Abducted… OR-is he Going Voluntarily…
“… but I MUST ‘find-Out’ and Learn-the-Truth à From the-devil’s MOUTH itself… yes-Dad, I’ll Find the-Truth à By-Tonight…”
… the ONLY-TRUTH He ‘wanted’ was Justice-&-Vengence à for the-Death of-His Beloved-Soulmate à and, he Would-Be the Judge, Jury-&-Executioner By-Tonight.