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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
Disclaimer: Victor Salva owns the rights to the Jeepers
Creepers films

Chapter Summary: The Creeper has Trish and Darry right where
It wants them.

Chapter 17: Screams in the Dark

The smell that greeted Darry and Trish as they took their
first steps inside the building was exactly as Darry expected. It was the smell
of steel long rusted and of machines rotting away. The scent of water stale and contaminated hung damply in the air.

What the young man had not expected however was the taste of
blood running down the back of his throat.
It wasn�t really there but he could sense the phantom thickness of it,
taste its salt as if it was truly happening.
He coughed into his hand, trying to give the outward impression that it
was only from the strong stink of the factory and for no other reason. When
Darry looked at his hand he feared that it would be red. However, it was void
of fresh blood, only smeared with dirt and the blood from the front seats of
John�s transport.

Trish did not notice her brother�s behaviour. She brought a hand to her own face and
pinched her nose as she patted Darry on the back. �This stinks,� she said, her voice muffled.

�What did you expect the perfume counter at Macy�s?� Darry
replied trying to recover from his hacking and seem his usual self.

Trish rolled her eyes.
�No. I just thought that after years of being around you I would have
already faced every revolting smell imaginable. I was wrong I guess.�

�I guess,� Darry repeated.
�It�s worse than the sewer pipe and we both know how vile that was.�

Trish nodded and took a few steps further in. Darry watched her. He looked around him.
Everything seemed somehow terribly familiar. He hated it all from the smell to the sound of water dripping
from a million different directions. His eyes rested on Trish again and he started to walk after her.

Every step he took was torture. He wanted to turn and run. He felt horribly weak like he was
being forced to live the worst nightmare he had ever been blessed to
forget.

Only when she no longer heard her lover�s footsteps behind
her did Trish stop and turn around. She
found Darry several steps behind. He was shaking badly, frozen in place. He was dangerously pale, more so than after
he had seen the horror of the Creeper�s lair first hand. His skin was like the snow in the
winter. Trish walked towards him and
discovered that though the poor boy was sweating he was as cold as snow as
well. �You�re freezing,� she whispered.

�I�m ok,� he said grabbing her small wrist and taking her
hand off of him.

�No you�re not.�

�Well ok I�m not. Just forget it.�

�What�s wrong?� Trish asked softly.

�This place� I don�t like this place Trish,� he
mumbled. All pretense of appearing
strong abandoned, he let his fear show.

�How? Why? We�ve never even been here?�

�I know�� he said �Look I knew you�d think I was crazy but
this place� It�s scaring the shit out of me.
I feel like I have been here before and it�s wrong. I don�t want to stay
here. I can�t.�

Normally Trish would have argued. Her logic would have
demanded that she proved to her brother that his fright was not rational. That
girl was long gone however. She had died the moment she had lost the man she
loved to a winged monster. The world held little security in logic.

�Ok,� she coaxed. She took his hand and retraced the way
they had come. Darry willingly followed.
Trish walked to the door they had originally entered through and tried
to open it. She couldn�t. �What the
fuck?� she said pushing on it with all her strength.

Darry walked over to her and tried to force it open. �It�s locked.� He said finally.

�How can it be locked?� Trish snapped. �It was open 2 seconds ago!�

As if on cue, as if it had heard the words and had been
waiting for this particular moment, a face appeared in the tiny rectangle wedge
of glass in the door. Darry saw it
first, meeting the one visible eye. He
backed away from it as the mouth curved into a smile, revealing a line of small
jagged teeth. Suddenly the face was
gone and the window once again was empty.

�No,� Darry moaned.

Trish grabbed the hair near her temples and pulled it in
frustration as she let free a scream of pure anger and pain. Halfway through
the anguished cry the sound of breaking glass rang through out the factory.
Shaken from her lament and kwoing that tears were not needed, only action,
Trish grabbed Darry�s hand. Together they began to run in the direction
opposite to where the shattered glass had originated. Darry�s fear of the
factory and the terror it had created in him forgotten having become
overshadowed by his desire to escape the creature he knew was coming for him.

�We have to find somewhere to hide,� Darry spoke his voice
so low his sister barely heard him.

She was against the suggestion as strongly as Darry had been
opposed to entering the factory, remembering too well the prophecy Jezelle had
given of Darry screaming in the dark and aware that the woman had dreamt that
nothing would be changed except that this time Trish would be there with him.

Every corner of the factory was dark. There were few windows
and light touched nothing. Despite the shadows however the darkness offered no
truly safe place to hide, none anyway that the Creeper would not discover in
the end.

Trish chose to ignore her brother�s words and pulled him forward
desperately hoping that some door lay ahead which wouldn�t be locked or a
window that could be easily shattered.
Though they found many doors all remained closed, either rusted shut or
locked, impossible to open without an amount of time invested into the task.

Time both siblings knew could not be wasted. They heard the monster coming for them.

Once again it delighted in making a game of the pursuit.
Long periods of hearing the Creeper approaching, the purposely heavy sound of
its footfalls, were followed by intervals of silence.

This tactic frayed the nerves of the pursued.

In the silence Trish and Darry held no false belief that
they were safe. Instead their minds imagined the monster watching them or
appearing suddenly. This was cruelty enough because it made them fear the chase
was over and this was the true cause of the silence.

Not knowing what else to do they continued to run. In time
even this option was denied them.

After running for so long the couple found only a wall
before them. They had finally lost at finding their way in the maze of the
factory.

Trish was destroyed by the realization. She flung herself at
the wall as if she foolishly believed that she could break it down. She cried,
small sounds of a wounded animal or of something dying from grief.

Darry stopped her, taking her in his arms, preventing her
from once again throwing herself at the bricks.

She sobbed and Darry tried to soothe her as he had done so
many times before. �Look,� he said his
voice maddeningly calm.

It was quiet. No footsteps reached them.

�Look,� he repeated, taking Trish�s head in his hands.
�Trish, you listen to me. When it has me you run� you run like the Devil�s
after you. Don�t you dare stop.�

�No,� the woman cried.

From someplace close a new sound broke the silence. A record
was playing somewhere. It was the exact version of the song �Jeepers Creepers�
that the woman on the other end of the phone at the diner had played for Darius
Jenner. The man�s voice cracked as the gramophone showed its age and the faults
of an outdated machine.

�Darry,� Trish cried looking into her brother�s eyes. She
attempted to hold onto him but he would not let her.

�Look, you run�and you remember that I love you��

�I love you too,� she said as the tears fell from her eyes.
�I always loved you.�

�I�ve always loved you too,� Darry said smiling sadly yet
sweetly. I�ll be watching you as you
go� I�ll just be thankful that you�ll be the last thing that I�ll ever see,
Trish.�

The girl looked deeply into her brother�s eyes. She looked
and finally understood.

* * * **
The Creeper smiled as it turned on the gramophone and heard
the muffled voices of the couple somewhere close ahead of him. They were afraid. So deliciously scared of
what they knew was coming for them.

The smile quickly vanished however when a new sound filled
the air. The boy was screaming. The
Creeper had heard the sound in his mind many a time as he had pictured what he
was going to do to him. It was too
early however. The Monster was not at
his side now. It was not the cause of the boy�s shrieks.

As the Creeper rushed forward, he heard a new sound. It was
the girl this time. She was crying, her voice urgent and pleading. As the Creeper turned the corner it found
them huddled against the wall. The boy�s hands were to his face as the girl
leaned over him her hands on him trying to comfort him. She was begging for
forgiveness.

The Monster grabbed her and flung her away from its
prey. Grabbing the boy, who still held
his head in his hands and was screaming in pain, the Creeper pried his hands
away from his face.

As he did this, the creature knew what part the boy could
offer to him. However, this realization
was destroyed by what the Creeper saw as it looked into the eyes it had craved.
The boy was now blind. His eyes had
been cut.
It knew without doubt that it
could no longer feed on the child.

Now it was the Creeper�s turn to
scream.
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Chapter 17: Screams in the Dark