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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
- 15
- 16
- 17
Chapter Summary: Trish and Darry
wander aimlessly trying to stay ahead of the Creeper.

Disclaimer: Victor Salva owns the
rights to the Jeepers Creepers films

Chapter 16: Lost Sheep

Trish kept holding tightly onto Darry�s
hand. If the Creeper�s truck at sometime was behind them on the road they had
just forsaken she couldn�t tell. The
forest blocked out all sounds except for its own. Those were intimidating enough. It was easy to imagine that something was watching
them from the trees and darkness that surrounded them. The Creeper could be right before them
waiting for Darry and her to walk directly to
it. That could have been it�s intention all along.

The young woman tired of her thoughts and fright chose to
cling onto her brother�s hand. Every once in a while he smiled at her and she
could tell then how unsure, and scared he was as well, though he tried his best
to cover his fear for her sake.

�I hope we don�t run into any poison ivy,� he joked his voice trembling.
�I don�t remember what it looks like so I couldn�t exactly avoid it.�

�I�m more worried about getting lost,� Trish admitted. �Gretyl brought
bread cumbs to leave a trail didn�t she?�

�Mmmm,� Darry
nodded. �But all that
thing would have to do then was follow them to us, Trish. Besides the birds ate the
crumbs and poor Hansel and Gretyl ended up lost
anyway.�

Thinking of birds Trish remembered the crow she had left by
the Creeper�s tattered body. It felt as
if a century separated her from that moment.
Her mind wandering she wondered what had happened to the crow. Was it still alive or had the monster killed
it when it had finally awoken. She
squeezed Darry�s hand tighter afraid she would lose
it suddenly.

Though it was painful the boy didn�t complain for it was
good to know Trish was
close and that she loved him.

As they walked through the woods they saw no signs of life
other than the plants but they heard other things moving somewhere out of
sight. �I think I see light up ahead,� Darry stated. Trish
looked and saw that he was right. The
trees were thinning. Soon they would be
free of the forest if they kept walking in the direction of the light. Faced with the prospect of leaving the woods
she panicked, not knowing if it was safer to stay where they were hidden or to
step once again into the open. Trish
pulled onto her brother�s hand stopping him from moving forward. �I don�t know� maybe we should stay here.�

�Come on,� Darry urged tugging on
her hand, trying to lead her. �I know
what you�re thinking but� we know that if it saw where the transport stopped its got to be somewhere behind us for sure. Our best bet is
to keep on going.�

She gave her hand which was still linked to his a feeble
shake. �I am so sorry Dare.�

�For what?� he asked.

�For all this shit. This never would have happened if I hadn�t
wanted to take the long way home. You
were right. I wasn�t in a hurry to face
mom and dad badgering me about Andrew.�

�It�s ok,� Darry said
soothingly. �Listen I know you didn�t
plan on this happening. It�s not like they
warn you about homicidal maniacs on tourist maps.�

She gave him a weak smile.

�And don�t worry if we ever see mom and dad, which I am
praying that we will, I will tell them for you that Andrew is the walking,
talking hemorrhoid that Satan had surgically removed because even he couldn�t
stand him.�

Trish�s smile widened.

Darry smiled also, a mischievous glint in his eye. �Besides you gave me the best sexual
experience of my life last night and I wouldn�t change that for the world even
if I do end up as a piece of art on a monter�s wall.�

�Poor boy,� Trish said.
�You mustn�t have had too many encounters.�

�That�s why I�ve got to try my hardest to stay alive so you
can remedy that sad situation.� he said and pulled her towards the light.

In the open once again they found themselves looking at yet
another deserted road. There was little
forest surrounding them now, only a few pathetic trees and a dirt road. Darry looked at
Trish and motioned in the 2 directions the road led. In turn she silently indicated that she
wished to go down the road leading left. They started their journey once again,
not knowing where on earth they were heading.

�Look at that,� Darry eventually
said.

Trish saw what he meant.
There was a large house completely destroyed, the windows broken, the
bricks rotted and the roof crumbled in on it self.

�Whenever I see a house like that I can�t help but wonder
who lived in it and why they left,� Darry mused.

He had many more chances to wonder this. The further they walked the more buildings in
similar condition appeared.

�It must have been a community at some point,� Trish
theorized.

�I still wonder why they left.�

�Maybe they moved to a large city.�

�What? Pertwilla?� Darry laughed. �That�s sad.�

He paused for a second and then shivered suddenly. �This place is like a fucking ghost
town. It�s so dead.�

�Do you want to turn back?� Trish asked.

�No. Don�t get me wrong this place is creeping
me out but we�ve got to keep going. Or
do you think we should hide in one of these wrecks?�

Trish shook her head. �Too small. Plus half of them are filled with holes and
have no roofs. Not much of an ideal hiding place.�

Darry nodded and they continued
walking. They passed more and more
deserted houses and Trish understood why Darry was
freaking out. The place seemed terribly
wrong somehow. However, soon the houses
disappeared altogether and there was nothing afterwards for a while except for
sparse foliage and the vague sight of some large structure looming ahead.

Each step they took revealed more of that building. It was an old factory of some sort, quiet and
impressive though a little bit startling.
Decayed like the other places it remained not as decimated. It was a creature too huge to be
destroyed. Even though it had been
abandoned it seemed to live, emitting some impression of power, be it
malevolent or benevolent. Standing like
a fortress before them, the couple stopped and stared in something close to
awe.

�We can try to hide someplace in there,� Trish suggested.

Darry did not speak. He
couldn�t. Some part of him did not wish
to enter the building. It was a fear he
could not explain even to himself so in the end he was reluctant to say anything
about it at all. It was the first time
the boy had an inclination Trish knew nothing of. Though she had been keeping
her own secrets she had no knowledge of this one. It was her brother�s alone. One belonging to the Darry who had died. A boy this Darry
easily could have been without his sister�s intervention.

The Darry who Trish had been
forced to see stolen away from her could have told his other self why he feared
the factory so much. He could have
described how he had seen it from a bird�s eye view. He knew the darkness that awaited
inside. The dank and putrid smells of its innards.

It was the place he had been taken to die.

�Darry?�
Trish asked.

He looked at her opened his mouth to speak but feeling as if
something dead and cold had clasped around his throat nothing came out.

�Are you ok?� Trish
asked.

�Yeah,� Darry finally managed to
say. �Yeah sure.�

�We should go in there,� Trish suggested once more. �It�s certainly large enough to hide in.�

�I don�t know if that�s such a great idea, Trish,� Darry mumbled.

�Do you have a better one?�

He tried to find one, desperately tried to think of
something but couldn�t. Trish grabbed
onto his other hand and looked deeply into his eyes trying to persuade him
without even having to resort to words.
It was a tactic she had used often when they were children when she
wanted to win an argument or make him agree to something she wanted him to
do. Darry knew
he was lost. He had never been able to
resist her. He still didn�t believe that
hiding inside the factory was a good idea.
Something inside him was still screaming against it. However, he would go along with her simply
because she wanted it. All he wanted in
the end was to be with her and to have her not be angry. Trish was a comfort the boy did not want to
deny himself of.

�Yeah. Ok. Sure,� he said.

He couldn�t fool Trish entirely. She could still tell that he was less than
thrilled by the plan. She knew he was
agreeing to it primarily because of how he trusted and loved her.

She smiled and took his hand, confident that her suggestion
would prove to be the right one and they would be safe inside. She felt Darry�s
hand shaking badly in her own. No matter how hard she tried to stop it she
couldn�t.

They walked around to the factory�s entrance and stepped
inside.

Feet away, hidden in the darkness of one of the many nooks
of the deserted factory, a pair of keen blue eyes watched the couple as they
disappeared. The voyeur smiled. Things had gone the way it had planned. It was extremely proud. That the boy and girl had made every choice
it had anticipated.

They had come to the factory like Hansel and Gretyl to the Gingerbread house�

Like lambs to the slaughter.
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