Conan opened his little eyes and looked around. 'Oh no, not again!' he thought.
Rachel woke up and stretched. "Morning Conan," she then noticed a nervous look on Conan's face. "Hey Conan, you ok?" Rachel asked.
Conan shook his head and replied, "Y-yeah, I just had a bad dream."
Rachel was about to ask if he'd like to talk about it when Richard's phone rang.
"Hello?" Moore asked.
L's voice went through his ear, "Mr. Moore, you seemed to have stepped on the wrong plane, if you landed then you're in France."
Rachel giggled at the thought. Conan then thought, 'OK how the hell are they doing this?'
After Richard got owned by L in a argument, Richard went to the airline pub, while Rachel and Conan went for a walk, 'For a third time!' Conan thought.
They saw some near-by teens, the group Conan recognized. While Rachel was resting. Conan crept near them, hiding behind a near-by garbage can. He can overhear their conversation.
"But…but how did he…?" Yumi asked. "Easy," Alieta said, "Didn't you hear Peter say some psycho incantation? It was some form of resurrection spell."
Peter continued the explanation, "While under normal circumstances, he would have come back as a ghoul of some form, thanks to the portable time warping module Jeremie cooked up with the extra time, it went around the "no one can return from the dead when time gets reversed" crap."
Then out of the corner of Peter's (and Conan's )eye was a group of criminals. But they weren't dressed in the usual get up, they were dressed as stage magicians.
"Freeze!" The police yelled at the group, two boys, one girl. One of boys, in a red suit took off his cloak and lashed it towards the guns. When the cloak rested, he yanked it.
The guns were gone. The cops was about to pull the tasers but they were gone.
"Looking for these boys?" asked the girls who was wear an outfit similar to the beautiful assistant. She pulled the trigger and the electric darts flew through the air and the cops were knocked into the cement.
Rachel finally noticed this. "Hey what's going on?" The magician criminals literally leaped towards her.
The second one, a man in a blue suit grabbed her chin, "Not a bad looker, it's ashamed that we'll have to get rid of her."
Rachel tried to punch, but her arms couldn't move. She was in a straitjacket. As was Conan. "I believe you're familiar with this trick… I put this cloak over you, and you disappear, but only, you two won't come back" explained the Red suit.
Conan then could hear Jeremie say, "Guys we have to do something." Peter then muttered, "Don't worry I got this. Let's see how these second-rate illusionists measure up."
Peter stepped up and yelled, "Let's see you guys take on my magic!"
The female extended his hands, squeezed a part of her wrist and knives came flying out of her sleeve. Peter raised his hand, the blades turned to energy which Peter then absorbed. "By the way, by "magic" I don't mean parlor tricks or slight of hands, I mean real magic."
Red suit placed a cloth on his palm and yanked it away, revealing a gun.
"Any last words, kid?" Red suit asked. Peter raised his hands, smirked and said "Yeah. You need a better taste in shirts…"
Lightning crackled from Peter's palms, and spread through out the man's body. The energy surged through him, he became a silhouette, his bones visible to the world, he was a frightening x-ray.
The man toppled to the ground, his central nervous system fried.
'Oh sure, attack the red-shirt, that's original,' Conan thought.
"And for you my good man," Peter said, pointing a smoking finger tip towards Blue suit.
"Hold that thought." said Blue suit. "What are you going to pull out of you're a$$ to try to save you. By the way when I'm done, the FCC is next."
"Sure like you sca…" the man then started to cough. Then a gun slipped out of his mouth.
"Yeah, I learn the trick Houdini learned, didn't see that coming, did ya?"
He pulled the trigger and a "BANG!" flag popped out. Peter lean towards him and said, "Yeah I did. The reason why…I can do that too."
Peter snapped his fingers. Blue suit was floating in the air over a near-by river, allowing his friends and the others to see.
He looked down, only to see that he's many meters high. Peter looked up at him, standing on the surface with the aide of his reality manipulating magic.
Blue suit had cinderblocks tied onto his wrists and ankles. The Assistant tossed the sheet towards Rachel and Conan. Jeremie grabbed the blanket and tossed it aside.
'Thanks Jeremie' Peter said via telepathy. Peter thought about it and the man plummeted into the water. Peter then appeared before the Assistant.
"So what trick do you have babe." Peter said, trying to irritate his opponent. "Um, this." she said. A pair of whips flew from her sleeves. "Hey Ulrich, think you can help me with this?"
"Sure," Ulrich said as Peter gave him the instructions via thought. Avoiding getting whipped Ulrich grabbed both wrapped them around the woman and tied them in a very difficult knot.
"Please, I've been in tighter spots then this!" she yelled.
"Oh," Yumi said, "Worse then being tied together by two snakes?"
She looked down, two large snakes were around her body. As she struggled the grip was stronger.
Peter chuckled, "Pythons, the more you struggle, the tighter it'll wrap it's coils." smirked Jeremie.
Eventually she fell of lack of oxygen. She felt a strong pain in her forehead. A pair of horns grew, her face elongated. She was becoming an elk.
Peter looked down upon her and said, "Adeus miña querida, dicir Ola meus inimigos na outra vida!"
Ulrich simply ripped the jacket off of Conan and Rachel with relative ease. "What did you say?" Jeremie asked.
Peter translated, "Good bye my dear, say hello to my foes in the afterlife." 'In this case Naraka.' Conan thought
Yumi's only response was, "You're one screwed up guy." Peter, being just that said, "Thank you."
When the people began to leave, Peter said, "Holy crap! It's Richard Moore's daughter Rachel!" Conan could hear a sinister chuckled from Peter.
It played out like the last time, they invited them to Kadic high school and Rachel reluctantly accepted.
Rather then going to Jeremie's room, they went to Ulrich and Odd's.
"Brrrr, it's cold outside." Rachel stated. 'Did you do that Peter?" Alieta asked, via telepathy. 'Or is God annoyed with our constant time traveling?" Odd asked. 'Well that, and the time warping module is still a prototype according to Jeremie. So it skipped ahead a season, it's the same day and year, just now in October the …19 I think. '
"So," Rachel said. "So what?" Ulrich asked. "What do you guys do when you're not in class?"
Alieta answered, as if it was normal, "We hang out a the Rec. room, while Peter battles criminals, monsters and demons."
"D-demons?" Conan hopped on the desk and whispered, "Rachel is scared of the supernatural." 'So's just about everyone else in the world, and yet you still got idiots summoning demons or monsters from a another dimension.' Peter responded via telepathy.
Conan screamed and fell off the desk and on his back. With a snap of his fingers a tape recorder appeared floating in front of Peter's lips. "Note to self, don't use telepathy on new people."
'Whoa, Peter isn't like those criminals. I mean those energy blasts and conjurings could have been tricks, but he actually sent a message into my mind, is it possible he's real magic?'
'You better believe it kid," a thought snapped. Conan jumped.
'We may not know who we are, but we will learn.' said a separate thought.
'Ok guys I get it! You can send messages by thought! I'm feeling uncomfortable with people invading my thoughts!'
'Oh really? Oh sorry then, didn't mean to cause discomfort. Just wanted you to know.' said another voice.
The second thought, Jeremie said, 'When did you join in Pete?" "Sorry I didn't know we were using telepathy…'
'Just shut up and get out of my head!' 'Oh yeah sorry.' said the third thought, Yumi.
The additional thoughts left. 'Well that was weird," Conan thought.
Conan stopped thinking for a minute to see if they were still in his head. 'Nope, no one in my mind.'
Peter popped in a CD, a KISS CD, Crazy Nights started playing.
Yumi then said, "I love this song!" Ulrich responded, "Better then most of the crap on the radio."
(A/N: If you still listen to real music, none of this Justin Beiber crap, or Hannah Montana, or Jonas Brothers, ect, copy and paste this on your profile)
"They put "copy and paste this on your profile" in stories now too?" Peter asked.
Ulrich sat on his bed and said, "Apparently," there was mechanical crunch! Ulrich sat up and tore the sheet off, some kind of GPS tracer.
"Sisi!" Ulrich yelled, irritated. "Psycho stalker," Yumi explained. "Seriously, I wish we could just get enough evidence to get her out of my hair!"
Peter looked up from his CD case and said, "I'll do it!" A smile inched onto his face.
Odd then asked, "Why can't I do?" "Easy Odd," Jeremie said, "You're obnoxious and disliked. Peter is both, but he's more, um, convincing." Jeremie stated.
"Why, hell, I'll go now if ya like!" Peter said.
Odd the grabbed the bridge of his nose and groaned, "Please don't tell me you're going to sing a poorly made parody of "The Lees of Old Virginia" from the U.S. comedy-historical-musical 1776, are you?"
Peter held his chin and said, "No, but now I think I might!"
Peter: If you want a job done right, you send Jeremie, Yumi, Aleita, or Ulrich. If you want something recklessly, you send Odd. If you want something done so dangerously, so chaotic, so deadly, you send me! Peter Hinder, the person who give the reason for the 13 colonies to believe people from Massachusetts are hotheads!
Rachel: No offence but what makes you think you can do it?
Peter: HA! (sings) My names is Peter Hinder you see, Massachusetts is the home. My name is Peter Hinder you see, Massachusetts is the home! May my spirit you'll see too, if I can't deliver unto you, the revolution of anti-Sissi
Odd(Whispers): This is why I didn't want this…
Peter: For I am FFV, first family of Massachusetts
Conan (Talking, to Jeremie): Wouldn't it be a state that starts with V?
Jeremie: Yeah, but the song just sounds better that way.
Peter: And may the demons burn my land, if I can't deliver to your hand, a revolution of Anti-Sisi! You see it's here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee, and everywhere-a-Lee-a-Lee
Jeremie(Chuckles, then speaks): Social-
Peter: Lee!
Jeremie: Political-
Peter: Lee!
Jeremie: Financial-
Peter: Lee!
Jeremie: Internal-
Peter: Lee!
Jeremie: External-
Peter: Lee!
Jeremie: Fraternal-
Peter: Lee!
Jeremie: Eternal-
Peter: LEE! The FFV, first family of Massachusetts! And may my I drop dead, if I can't deliver, as I said, a revolution of Anti-Sisi!
Ulrich (Talking): Spoken modestly, God help us.
Jeremie(Talking): Oh He will Ulrich, He will.
(Everyone stares at Jeremie)
Peter(sings): They say that God in Heaven, is everybody's God
Jeremie(talks): Amen (Everyone stares again.)
Jeremie: What?
Alieta: We'll explain later, just keep up with the filler Peter
Peter (speaks): Ok. (Sings) I'll admit that God in Heaven is everybody's God! But I tell you Ulrich, with pride!, that God lean a little to the side, of the Hinders! The Hinders of old Ireland!
Rachel(Leans to Jeremie, whispers): I thought he said he was from Massachusetts.
Jeremie(Whispers): He is, but his family's background stretches back to the Irish Celts.
Peter: You see it's here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee, and everywhere-a-Lee-a-Lee! (x2) Look out! There's Michael Hinder, Gregory Hinder, Adam Hinder, Robert Hinder, and that Patriot, George Hinder!
Jeremie(Smirks): Peter the II?
Peter: That's me! And may my blood stop running too, if I can't deliver unto you the revolution of anti-Sisi! Yes sir by God! It's Here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee, and Everywhere-a-Lee-a-Lee! Come on guys join in with me!
Other(Reluctant-LEE!): Here-a-Lee, There-a-Lee
Aleita: When do you leave?
Peter: Immediate-LEE!
Others: Here-a-Lee, There-A-Lee
Yumi: Where will you return?
Peter: Short-LEE! Here-a-LEE, there-a-LEE! And I'll come back triumphant-LEE! Here-a-Lee, There-a-Lee, Everywhere-a-Lee-a-Lee! Forward ON!
(Everyone laughs about of it)
"Does this happen a lot?" Conan asked. "I guess, I mean we joke and parodies all the time, but this is the first 1776 parody." Yumi answered.
Jeremie then asked, "Did you guys stopped in the middle of everything?"
Peter then said, "Well, you always struck me as agnostic."
The warriors muttered in agreement.
"I'm a Deist." Jeremie explained. "Ah, Deism. The belief in a God, He just hasn't interacted with the material world in a while. While He set it in motion, he doesn't interrupt how it runs. Other Deists include Benjamin Franklin and George Washington."
Jeremie then corrected, closing his laptop, "At least not recently, in my case. If I shared you're faith Peter, Christian, I would say the last time God worked with us is when Jesus was alive. But being Jewish…"
Jeremie didn't get to finish. A rumbling came from the ground below them. Then a large hand of melted tar broke the glass and yanked Aleita from the room screaming.
"Apparent-LEE!, my mission will have to be done later." Peter said, keeping the joke up.
Jeremie whacked Peter in the back of his head and said, "Dude, this isn't a joking time!"
"Alright, Rachel call the police, just tell them some guys in some robot or something and he's crazy and thought Aleita was the reincarnation of his wife or something!" Jeremie said. The warriors sprinted out of the room.
'Oh no you don't!' Conan though, tossing a tracer on Yumi's boot. Since Rachel was distracted with the police, Conan turned his glasses on and followed the blue dot, Yumi.
'I got you guys now.' Conan ran out the door and managed to catch up with the group in a matter of moments. The monster resembled some form of mole with fangs instead of a head. "Wow, that's impressive," Odd said, gazing at the beast.
"Yeah, he really outdid himself this time." Ulrich said. "Peter, Yumi, help Jeremie at the factory. "On it." Peter said grabbing Yumi's shoulder, before disappearing without a trace. Conan was about to follow and when a clawed hand slammed down several meters next to him. Out of some kind of abnormal reflex he didn't know exist, he turned his shoes kicking enhancers on and kicked the had. The beast recoiled in pain.
Conan ducked behind a tree when Ulrich and Odd turned towards him. 'Let's see if any of Dr. Agasa's gadgets can help me with this one.'
Conan took a peek from behind the tree to see Ulrich using a make-shift blade from a broken tree branch, Odd likewise was using a make shift spear from a branch.
Conan then saw out of the corner of his eye, a large piece of rubble. He ran to it, turned his shoes on and with all his power, kicked the broken tar as hard as he could. The piece of the black substance flew through the air and hit the creature directly in the eye, which flew out.
Conan took a closer look and realized it wasn't tar. The eye was real, flesh.
Ulrich's blade was actually rather sharp, to Conan's surprise. It was actually sliced the "flesh" on the arm. Same with Odd's spear, it was currently stuck in the beast's belly.
Then Ulrich's sword snapped. The creature slammed its head towards Ulrich grabbed his phone when the beast got stuck.
"Yeah Jeremie, is there a way for a distant energization?" On the other line Jeremie said, "Umm, yeah. It's difficult and will take a minute, but it is possible, but I can only do it once."
"Why?" "Because, it's a very difficult process." "Got it." 'Energization? What could that be?' Conan thought. Then for no reason at all his glasses fell off.
'Not again,' Conan thought. He quickly picked them up and put them back on.
Then a thin beam of some from came from sky and landed on Ulrich and Odd. Odd was in a outfit that resembled the basic look of a large purple cat, while Ulrich looked like a samurai.
"Now we can beat this guy." Odd said. Ulrich took out his cell phone and said, "Satellite?" "Oh yeah."
Ulrich hung up. "Triplicate!" yelled Ulrich. Two perfect replicates were fully formed. All with there own swords. The three ran at superhuman speed, attacking tendrils that seemingly appeared from under the neck.
Odd yelled out, "Laser arrow!" and a arrow head flew from his hand and hit the other eye. Odd jumped and used his claws to cling to the "skin" of the monster. The sun began to set, when it dawned on Conan.
'The car sized rubble, the mid-sized rubble, my… I got an idea."
Conan took off his suspenders, connected one side to a large broken piece of rubble. Conan looked around for something to hang it over something.
'A flagpole, awesome!' Conan thought, tossing the other side over the pole and attacked a large chunk of rubble, the size of the brain of a computer.
'Now I have to aim for a socket…' Fortunately, Ulrich managed to stab it in the eye Odd injured, causing the beast to face him, and the missing eye to face Conan.
'And fire!' Conan thought, as he kicked the huge chunk of tar at the empty socket. The creature, having a small head, had its skull shattered, effectively killing it.
"You do that Odd?" Ulrich asked. "Nope, I thought you did something?"
"We got to meet with the others at the factory." Odd nodded. "Grab on, I can get us there quicker." Ulrich grabbed Odd and ran at the factory. Conan gave a chase, with as much stealth as he could.
After a few seconds (for Ulrich and Odd, it was roughly a half hour for Conan) they were at the factory. The two went into the elevator, which on Conan jumped on top of. When it stopped, Conan opened the top latch and jumped into the elevator.
Or so he thought. He jumped into the elevator, off a miniature trampoline and in a cell made of magical energies, which was made by Peter. "Well Conan, we keep running into each other. Or should we say Jimmy Kudo." Jeremie said sinisterly.