Continuation of Micky's story

Segment 2 ------ Pages 3-4

This story is not only about the malicious Lazermort, though. It is also a story about an undeserving hero named Peep Poter. Peep's story begins the following night...
Peep was happily playing with his parents in their home. A crashing noise came dancing to their ears disturbing the quiet of the evening.
Peep exclaimed, "What the heck!"
Peep's parents were so delighted about Peep vocalizing his first three words, they didn't realize the grave danger that lurked.
Quietly, a lizard crept in their home.
Peep's dad saw the lizard out of the corner of his eye. Mr. Poter started screaming and running around the room. A flash of light shot through the room. When the light subsided Peep glimpsed his father sprawled on the olive-green carpet. Peep's dad lolled there not breathing, not moving, not thinking, and, as you may have guessed, not alive.
"Lazermort," Mrs. Poter inaudibly murmured.
To the surprise of Mrs. Poter Peep sat noiselessly. She picked Peep up and slipped silently out of the room. Lazermort was to busy laughing his scaly head off to witness their departure.
After Mrs. Poter had hid Peep, she softly crawled back into the room. There standing back up behind Lazermort she tried not to show fear.
Lazermort turned quickly and shouted, "Where is the boy?!"
"What boy?" Mrs. Poter responded in a sweet voice.
"The baby," drawled Lazermort.
"There are six baby boys on this block," quipped Mrs. Poter.
"I know! There was Peter, Henry, Bobo, Monkey boy, and Harry, but I am looking for a Peep," Lazermort fumed with rage.
Lazermort whispered something only he would dare, "Abracadabra."
I know you'd expect something well cooler as a killing spell. None-the-less, Mrs. Poter too dropped dead.