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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter Summary:
Trish is given the chance to start over.

Chapter 7 Begin Again

It was the strangest piece of magic Trish had ever thought
to encounter. In truth there seemed
little magic about it. One moment she
had uttered the last words of the spell, blinked and when her eyes had opened
Jezelle was gone as was the car and the blood soaked diary.

All which remained of the previous moment was the self
inflicted wound on her palm and the crow on her shoulder.

There had been no sounds, loud and intimidating, or sights,
strange and awe inspiring to prove it had been magic at all. Absolutely no association with every
preconception she had had before on the nature of magic. She wondered if it had been this way for the
23 priests when they had summoned the Creeper.
No. She felt positive that any
spell that had unleashed the demon would have been filled with the agony of
screams. If not from Heaven than certainly from the priests who had been torn
apart.

They had been given all the earthly immortality they could
receive: Parts of them sacrificed to become a part of a monster seemingly
impossible to kill.

It was twilight.
Trish heard the sound of the inside porch door opening and quickly ran
to the side of the house. Seconds later
the familiar rasp of a voice belonging to the Cat Lady called out the various
names of her beloved pets. There were
well over twenty of them. Trish watched
as the cats suddenly appeared, responding to the call to supper. One of them passed Trish as she leaned
beside the house, the crow still sitting on her shoulder. The marmalade cat hissed at the stranger
before running to the porch.

Trish sighed, knowing all she could do now was wait. She wouldn�t risk going into the shed and
grabbing the bike until Darry and the other version of herself were busy
running over the Creeper. If the Cat
Lady decided for some reason to leave her house she did not want to even chance
being discovered. That was a
complication that would have to be avoided.

Realizing that half her time recently was spent waiting,
Trish was anxious to actually start making things happen. But if all it would take was a few hours
longer she could live with that.

Trish held her wounded palm, applying pressure to quell the
flow of blood. Eventually, it worked,
though it still hurt quite badly. She
listened to the sounds coming from inside the house. The television had been turned on and the theme song of a game
show filled the night air. The Cat Lady
hummed along loudly, then screamed out answers, rarely in the form of a
question as was requested.

�So this is what the final hours of her life had been like��
Trish thought with a tinge of pity for the woman.

The wind was soft and warm, rustling gently the leaves in
the trees and moving the various wind chimes and ornaments strewn across the
yard. Once or twice and owl called
solemnly from somewhere in the woods.
Trish breathed deeply. She was
tense and terribly afraid. She knew
what would happen soon and the knowledge of it petrified her.

And then there was the remembrance of what Jezelle had told
her.

So the woman had heard Darry screaming again but this time
Trish had been crying with him.
Jezelle�s dreams were never wrong.
She knew the answer now. Trish
would be forced to watch while the Creeper hurt Darry. The worst realization was the fear that it
would not kill her as well and she would be left to live with the memory of the
way her brother had died. She would not
let that happen, Trish vowed. If Darry was killed she would not let him go
alone. She was resolved to follow his
soul to where ever it went whether she died at the hands of the monster or if
she took her won life.

Nothing could prevent her.

If it was a sin she would ask God for forgiveness in person.

Lost in her contemplations, when a car eventually did
screetch to a halt on the road nearby Trish almost fulfilled Jezelle�s prophecy
that she couldn�t change anything for the sole reason that she almost died of
fright.

Regaining her strength, having realized that she would be of
no use to Darry if she didn�t snap out of her panic, Trish scrambled to the
rear of the house. She peered around it
in time to watch as a vehicle pulled into the driveway.

Two people emerged from the car: a young woman with brown
long hair and a boy following closely behind her who was obviously terrified
out of his mind. Trish stared at the
young man, the brother she had lost.
Darry, alive and only feet away from her. She bit down on her lip.
She wanted to call out to him, to laugh or cry and gain his attention so
his brown eyes would find her and she could look into them once more. Her hands, which had felt so terribly empty,
longed to reach out to him and hold him.
Blood seeped out from her bottom lip and her hands became fists, beating
the ground beneath her.

This was pain. More
pain than she had ever thought she would have to face. Being this close to him but having to stay
far away was a cruel temptation she had never even considered.

As she watched old events replaying themselves before her
eyes, Trish could not stop looking at Darry.
Drinking in everything he did, every step he made or word he spoke.

She would soon have to tear herself away she
understood. Having already chosen the
moment to stop being a voyeur and become a participant.

The Creeper�s arrival heralded this moment and Trish
prepared herself. She watched as the
old woman kicked Darry in the groin and rushed into the house. The last thing Trish saw before hurrying to
the shed was her other self holding Darry: the very thing she so desperately
wanted to do.

It was a very odd thing to be jealous of yourself Trish
thought.

She ran to the shed even as she heard the gunshots, reaching
it as the last one sounded in the dead of night, the crow flying closely behind her. Even though it was dark, she saw the bike inside the shed and the
glint of the axe blade.

Pushing the bicycle out of the shed, the axe held firmly in
one hand, Trish heard the car stalling on the road. From the side of the house she watched as the Creeper successfully
dodged the oncoming car. The girl�s
heart beat quickly, its rhythmic pulse throbbing anxiously in her chest. Silently she witnessed as the Impala plowed
into the monster. She felt no fear of
being seen, knowing that the Trish Jenner inside the car and Darry were too
scared and focused on escape to notice her.

The car rode over the Creeper one final time and disappeared
down the road.

Trish mounted the bike and took it to where the monster
lay. She could see why they had been so
quick to believe they had destroyed it.
The creature looked ruined.

Dropping the bicycle to the ground, Trish raised the axe and
brought it down forcefully on the chest of the monster before her. It felt as if she had not damaged the thing
at all. Trish repeated the action
receiving the same outcome. She hit it
again. This time blood flew from it.

There was hardly enough of it for Trish�s liking.

In the back of her head Trish realized she could not hurt
it. Not in the way she wanted to. Meanwhile she was wasting time.

Still there was one thing she knew she may be able to do to
slow the beast down.

She remembered well the transparent quality of its wings as
it had flown across the moon with Darry.
She would make it pay for cursing her with such a memory.

Spreading out the wing before her, its texture horribly like
something long dead, Trish swung her axe.

The skin was weak here and offered little resistance. She hacked away at the base of the wing
until it was held to the creature by nothing more than veins. Trish tore it off violently. For good measure she chopped the severed
wing into smaller pieces and kicked them away.

�Let�s see you try to find one of those to eat,� she spat.

She didn�t bother with the other wing, scared that she had
already lost too much time. It didn�t
matter. The Creeper could not fly with
only one wing to support it.

Trish picked up the fallen bike and mounted it. She looked around for the crow. Turning
around she found it sitting at the monster�s head pecking at its closed eyelids.

�Come on!� she called to the bird. The crow turned to look at her but stayed where it was.

Trish pushed forward trying to get the bird to understand
she was leaving. It didn�t work. The crow understood but it was not coming
with her this time.

Trish understood as well.
The crow who had become her constant companion was not going to follow
her. The time had come for them to
separate.

The knowledge of this was another source of pain for the
girl. The crow sensed her agony and
cawed at her to move forward. Trish
knew what it was trying to say. Darry
needed her. A Darry who�s soul had not
yet been incased inside of a crow.
Trish smiled sadly at the bird, who stared back. She looked at it a
second longer before turning around and heading off after the Chevy Impala,
pedaling faster than she had ever done before in her life.

The crow cawed into the dark night air before continuing its
work, hating to be left alone with the monster once more.
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