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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
- 14
- 15
- 16
Disclaimer: Victor Salva owns all the rights to the
Jeepers Creepers films.

Chapter Summary: Trish and Darry try to figure out
what the Creeper is up to and learn the hard way

Chapter 15: Into the Woods

Staring at the motel owner�s head, Darry tried to come to
terms with the fact that after so perfect a night he had once again been cast
back into Hell. He turned and looked at
Trish who was too busy focusing on the road ahead to return his gaze. She looked scared. She also looked really angry.
At least she was able to find some other emotion to grab onto other than
fear, Darry thought. All he could
concentrate on was how terrified he was and the growing possibility that
whatever that thing was it would catch them both and probably pretty damn
soon. He didn�t want to share the same
fate as the dead boy in the tarp. Even
more he didn�t want, passionately hated the thought, that Trish would die.

That was his strongest fear. If given the choice, his own life mattered very little to
him. As long as Trish was not harmed he
would be okay.

The horn blared repeatedly.
An awful, irritating sound to begin with it was twice as bad when the
nerves were badly frayed.

�How close is it?� he asked, his eyes closed.

�Well remember how I said yesterday, outside the church that
it was coming right on our ass?�

Darry nodded his eyes remaining closed.

�Well it�s halfway up our throats right about now.�

The young man opened his eyes. He looked at his hands once again coated with blood. Sticky and unpleasant feeling, he tried
unsuccessfully to wipe them clean on his shirt once again but found that the
blood had dried.

�This use to be one of my favorite shirts you know,� he
commented his voice flat.

�I�ll buy you a new one,� Trish said.

�What? For my
funeral?�

The girl threw him a heated glance. �Don�t talk that way! You are NOT going to die. Not this time.�

�This time?� Darry
asked a look of pure confusion on his face.
�Did I miss something?�

Trish�s mouth fell open.
She avoided having to answer her brother�s difficult question however
when Darry saw the Creeper�s truck
through the driver side�s window.
�Shit,� the boy exclaimed.

Trish turned quickly.

The battered truck bumped forcefully in to the
transport. Despite it�s small size it
shook the whole vehicle.

Trish swerved trying to keep the transport from falling on
it�s side and into the ditch. She
waited, expecting another blow to come.
It never did.

Instead the truck stopped.
A voluntary move by the driver.
Trish watched in shock as it remained still. �Why isn�t it following
us?� she asked.

�Maybe that�s the end of it,� Darry said, his own voice
revealing his confusion.

�I don�t think so,� Trish mumbled.

�Maybe it didn�t want us after all,� he said. �Maybe its had it�s fun and its done with
us.�

Trish was silent.
Whatever Darry was hoping it wasn�t true. The Creeper had let them go for a reason. Likely it was only
another aspect of the game. She knew
for certain that Darry had something the Creeper wanted, though she was still
not sure what exactly that was. It had
let them go in order to make them feel safe; the hunter letting it�s prey
believe it had escaped before closing in for the kill.

�Maybe its trying to frame us,� Darry speculated, studying
the bloodied seats and the head on the hood.

�Yes, Darry. I�m
sure that�s on the top of a beast from Hell�s �To Do� list,� Trish replied
sarcastically.

�Okay so forget I even said that,� Darry cringed. �If it was though we�d be sure to get off on an
insanity plea once the judge and jury got a look at this transport. Only a nut could have done something like
this.�

Trish frowned. �I
forgot. John�s still strung up on
it. That can�t look good.�

�We�ll get noticed at least. Then the cops can protect us.�

The woman behind the wheel said nothing. She put no faith in the police knowing what
little good they had done as she had been forced to watch the monster leave the
Police Station unharmed with Darry in its arms.

She could only rely on herself. This situation was new.
Darry was alive and beside her that was a blessing but what came
next? All it would take was one mistake
or bad judgement and all she had accomplished would be ruined.

Darry stared at his sister, read the panic in her expression
and the sadness also. Gently placing a
hand on her shoulder, he slid closer towards her and kissed her neck.

�We�ll be ok,� he whispered not knowing if he believed the
words, only aware of how Trish was suffering and how badly he wanted to ease
her pain.

She started to cry.
Her vision blurred by her tears, and Darry likewise distracted, neither
saw the obstacle that had been placed in their path. They heard the sound of the transport�s tires bursting and felt
it careening terribly out of control before they even knew what was happening.

Trish controlled the transport, her main concern to keep it
from spinning and falling into a ditch and toppling onto its side. She managed
to prevent this. Once it stopped
completely, Trish and Darry exchanged a nervous glance and exited.

Side by side the siblings walked to the spot where the
transport�s wheels had been damaged.
Tarred onto the road was a sheet with a dozen knives erected on it. It crossed the entire width of the
road. Trish bent and tried to move on
but found it impossible. Even if she
had been looking in time to save the tires it would be useless. They wouldn�t have been able to take the
transport, or any vehicle for that matter, past this point.

The Creeper had known this.
That was why it had let them go.

In frustration she kicked at the knives which still refused
to move, her tears falling furiously. Pained as much by his sister�s remorse as
by the fact that they were now stranded with the Creeper close behind them,
Darry walked over to Trish and attempted to calm her down.

Unwilling to accept his comfort, she continued to curse
herself, breaking free from her brother�s embrace whenever he tried to take her
into his arms.

�I screwed up,� she snapped.

�I�m not going to let it hurt you, Trish.�

She was silent though her tears fell fiercely. She looked into his eyes. �It doesn�t want me,� she finally muttered.

�What?� Darry asked.

�It doesn�t want me,� Trish repeated her voice filled with
the sorrow she had felt ever since she had lost Darry in an existence she had
managed to change.

�How do you know?�

�Don�t ask me,� Trish pleaded. �I just know.�

Trish was having difficulty trying to gauge her lover�s
feelings and reaction to the news until
he suddenly smiled. �Well that�s a
relief. I was afraid it wanted
you. I can die a whole lot better
knowing that.�

�Darry,� Trish said softly.
This time when her brother came towards her she let him hold her. She sobbed against his bloodied shirt.

�Come on,� he whispered.
�I hate to be clich�d and all but we�ve got to keep going. If we don�t I might as well throw myself
onto these knives and save that thing the trouble.�

Trish parted from him and Darry saw that his words had done
some good for there was a new look of resolve on her face. �We can�t go back,� she stated. �We know for
sure that thing is behind us somewhere.
It wants us to move forward on foot for some reason.�

�We don�t have to,� Darry said. �We can start walking to our left or right too.�

Trish looked in both directions. To her right lay a field.
If they went that way they ran the risk of being easily seen. In the opposite direction lay the woods.

�Through the woods I guess,� she answered. �Although that may not be the right choice
because it�s so obvious. The Creeper is
smart.�

�Yeah I know,� Darry sighed. �But maybe we�ll be stupid enough to outwit it.�

�That is possibly the dumbest thing you have ever said,�
Trish groaned.

�You�ve just forgotten some of my other wowsers,� Darry
smiled. �But I won�t remind you.� He offered her his hand and she took it
tenderly.

Crossing the ditch and climbing over the fence, they walked
hand in hand towards the woods and entered it.
With each footstep the road disappeared from view until the forest
swallowed them completely, like some other demonic creature than the one that
chased them already. Trish shivered
feeling more like Gretyl with her Hansel than she ever had before.
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Chapter 15: Into the Woods