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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Disclaimer: I don�t own the rights to anything at all in the
�Jeepers Creepers� movies. Victor Salva
does.

Chapter Summary:
Darry and Trish discover what the Creeper has been working on while they
were sleeping.

Chapter 14: Transport Art

The morning sunlight found its way into the dusty motel
room, finding for the first time in many years that the bed was not empty. A ray of light crept in through one of the
cracks left in the slip in the window curtains and warmed and rested on the
face of Darry. He woke not because of
the light but rather because he had slept all that he could.

Blinking away the remaining sleep from his eyes, he looked
to his side wanting to see Trish, hopefully peacefully asleep.

The bed was empty.
He sat up, startled into complete consciousness only to find his sister
standing at the end of the bed already dressed. In her hands she held a bundle of clothes, the ones he had been
wearing the night before which had been sent to the floor at they had made
love.

�Here,� she said, tossing the bundle at him. �Get dressed.�

�Yeah. Good morning
to you too,� Darry replied having caught the clothes. �I forgot the annoying fact that you are an early bird.�

�Yeah and I forgot that you are a late sleeper,� Trish
countered.

�You know you look pretty darn lovely in the morning,
Trish,� Darry commented. �Although I
wish you would be lying here with me instead of glaring at me from the end of
the bed.�

The woman� face softened to the point of sadness. �You look good too, Darry. You don�t know just how good but we really
have to get going.�

�I think John has the final say in that matter,� Darry
pointed out. �And if he hasn�t gotten
us up yet I don�t think there�s any rush.�

Trish brought both hands to her head and wrung her hair in
exasperation. �I also forgot how
aggravating you could be,� she growled.

�You wouldn�t have me any other way though would you?� Darry
smiled. �OK. I�ll get dressed but could I at least have a good morning kiss
first?�

Trish grinned, walked over to him, placed a hand on his
naked shoulder and kissed him quickly.
�Satisfied?�

�Well not exactly but I guess it will have to do.�

�Yes it will. Now
get dressed!�

Although the sight wouldn�t be a new one, Trish turned her
back as Darry dressed.

�I smell like crap.�

�Oh now you notice,� Trish joked.

�Well at least for my sake it didn�t bother you too much
last night,� Darry mused.

�I wish he�d just come and knock on the door,� Trish
complained ignoring her brother�s last comment, her mind obsessing on John and
her need to get back out on the road.
�You don�t think that he left without us do you?�

Darry stood and pulled up his jeans. �Well just look out the window and see if
you can see his transport.�

�Good idea,� Trish said and hurried to the window. As she pulled back the curtain and looked
outside, letting the room become bathed in even more light, she froze. Darry saw the look on his sister�s
face. He saw the confusion written
openly on it. He saw the fear as well.

�What is it?�

She said nothing.
Darry walked to her side and saw what had silenced her. The transport was still there but it was
changed in some way. He couldn�t tell
how exactly, not from this distance, but something was wrong with it. The color seemed different. Darry knew that it was not a decision John
had made. He knew it from the raised
hair on the back of his neck and the lurch in the pit of his stomach.

Trish
turned and met his eyes. Holding her
gaze, Darry could read the worry there as evident as the terrible pictures on
the walls. He touched her
shoulder. She let his hand rest there
for a moment before breaking the contact by heading for the door.

As
she opened it, Trish had to stop herself from exiting and stumbling over an
obstacle in her path. Darry, who hadn�t
seen it at all, bumped into Trish, almost knocking her over but pulling her
back in time.

Lying
on the ground in front of the motel room door were 2 dolls lying on a cardboard
box that had been used for a makeshift bed.
The dolls were lying in each other�s arms, stripped of their
clothing. One doll had black hair, cut
shorter than it must have previously been, while the other had been allowed to
keep her long brown tresses. Both pairs
of eyes were closed as if they imitated sleep.

Trish�s
eyes widened as she stared at the dolls and knew who the artist had intended to
portray. John could not have done
something like it. There was only one
creature sick enough to take pleasure in such a game.

Grabbing
Darry�s hand, she led him towards John�s motel room She knocked loudly several times, shouting out the man�s
name. When no answer came, she pushed
the door open.

The
carpet of the room was flooded with blood.
Her shoes sank into it. Trish
looked around the room. There was no
body to go with the but she found what she was looking for anyway. Lying in a heap on the rumpled bed were the
clothes John had been wearing before.
Immediately she went to them.

Seeing
the blood on the floor, and smelling the thick scent of it, Darry brought a
hand to his mouth. He retched but
stopped himself from vomiting.

Trish
grabbed the pair of jeans on the bed praying what she hoped to find would be in
them. Dipping a hand into the pocket
she pulled out a pair of keys and thanked God.

�I
don�t want to go near that thing,� Darry protested as he looked at the keys and
out to the oddly changed transport in the distance.
�
�Darry
it wants us to,� Trish said calmly.
�It�ll let us live until we�ve seen it up close. We�ll play along with it. After that we�ll
try to shake things up a bit.�

The
young man stood wishing to God that he could think of a good argument against
the plan. He couldn�t, choosing instead
to let his sister take his hand and lead him outside in the direction where he
desperately did not want to go.

As
they neared it, Trish and Darry realized why the transport had looked so
strange. Hundreds of dolls had been
attached to it, covering is entire surface.
Their clothes had been removed, their bodies sewn together to make a
crude mockery of the Creeper�s House of Pain.
The eyes of each doll were open.
Worst of all however, hung in the middle, surrounded by the dolls, sewn
to them in fact, was John. He was
naked, his body posed into the shape of a cross. There was a large hole in the middle of his face.

Trish
heard Darry throw up, the sight being too much for him since it so strongly
brought back the memory of the horror he had seen.

Looking
into the vacant soulless eyes, Trish backed up to where her brother was
kneeling, bent on the ground, finally only managing a dry heave.

�It�s
okay she coaxed. �Get up. We�ve got to
think and stay alert.�

He
wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and stood. If it had been anyone other than Trish beside him he wouldn�t
have been able to. He walked by her
side to the head of the transport where another macabre surprise waited for
them. The motel owner�s head had been
stuck onto the hood of the transport like some horrible hood ornament.

Darry
would have screamed except for the morbid realization that the expression on
the man�s head was the exact same one he had been wearing last night when he
had been alive. The owner looked has
unimpressed and bored as ever and Darry found it funny that at least he had
escaped the look of horror the Creeper usually forced on its victims. The man�s apathy had finally come in handy,
he guessed. The boy started to laugh
but stopped when he looked ahead to what he saw waiting down the road.

The
battered, dirtied truck of the artist of the mess of a transport in front of
them was blocking the road they had come down last night. The Creeper stood before it staring at them,
having shed its tattered human clothing.

Trish
was spared the shock of seeing the creature without its disguise for she had
seen it before. Darry on the other hand
never had. The true complete horror of
it was revealed. It was nothing human
or animal. It was a sight that could
rob the weak of their sanity.

One
of the Creeper�s wings was spread out and Trish understood that if it caught
them it would not let the desecration of its other wing go unpunished.

�We�re
getting the fuck out of here,� she stated.

�No
argument here,� Darry replied.

Trish
opened the transport�s door, sliding across the passenger seat and sitting
behind the wheel. The seat was covered
in blood. It soaked into her pants and
her hands, which grasped the steering wheel, which had similarly been plastered
with it. She looked out the window and
saw the source of the liquid: The motel
owner�s body was lying outside while his head continued to rest on the hood and
stare in at them, his expression still unfazed as if he was merely waiting for
the next customer. Darry climbed in
beside her. Slamming the door shut, he
noticed the blood on his hands. He went
to wipe them on the seat but found more blood there. Instead he chose to wipe them on his shirt, smearing the blood on
it like a food stain.

�You
don�t think it would let us drive over it again do you?� Darry asked his complete lack of faith in
the question evident in his voice. Trish
didn�t bother with an answer, knowing he didn�t really expect one.

Her
impulse to escape, and her determination to save her lover�s life, gave her no
time to fret about not knowing for sure how to work the transport. She did what her intuition told her and the
transport roared to life, pulling onto the road opposite the Creeper.

Looking
into the rearview mirror, Trish saw the Creepers� truck begin its pursuit, the
damn horn blaring as it came towards them.
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Chapter 14: Transport Art