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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 Summary:
Trish and Darry hit the road.

Chapter
Nine: Hansel and Gretel

The Creeper having fed on the man in the cell, replenishing
itself of the arm and leg it had been deprived of, resumed the search for what
it so obsessively desired.

It was one of the children it craved. They could be nothing other than children to
the creature for it had lived such a long time now and everything else in the
world seemed so terribly young and na�ve to it.

Which one of the couple it wanted the Creeper could not
tell. The boy and girl were so close to
one another that their scents, their fears, had become mingled.

It had followed their scent to the Police Station. It was nearing dawn by the time it spotted
the light blue vehicle it had underestimated so badly parked in the parking lot
at the Station. It was much later than
it would have liked. Still it had taken
the time to repair itself of its lost limbs before seeking out the true food it
was after.

The monster feared the mortals with their weapons in the
same way a fly feared a near- sighted man with a water pistol. It was richly humorous to the monster that
it had faced far worse in a time now long dead and ridiculed by today�s
pathetic generation. How would humans
react to the knowledge that despite all their belief in their own evolution
they had fallen so sorely behind?

If it�s mind had not been so concentrated on the task at
hand the Creeper would have found it amusing to inform them of this.

The scent led to a room.
It did not bother to open the door, preferring to rip it off its hinges
and enter.

In the middle of the
room a figure lay on the ground.

The Creeper rushed towards it. Violently it grabbed the long brown hair and looked into the open
and empty eyes of the dead woman. It
sniffed the lifeless form and the clothes she wore. The yellow Bannon shirt, torn and now soaked in blood from the
slit in the woman�s throat, a pair of men�s jeans and a pair of pink jockey
shorts, with the name Darius inscribed along the waist band, over them.

The Creeper screamed.
It was not the child it was after.
With the dawning of this realization the shriek died and the monster
became silent. At least now it knew
which one it was truly after.

When the police finally reached the woman�s washroom they
found the place empty and the only unusual thing was the small traces of what
looked like blood on the floor which had almost been licked entirely away.

This and the huge hole in the wall.

* * *

It had been surprisingly easy to kill herself, Trish thought
as she drove the Chevy Nova down a dark and seemingly deserted road she didn�t
know.

Earlier that day she had been contemplating taking her own
life if she couldn�t save Darry. It was
kind of like a dress rehearsal.

All she had needed to do was look at her past self, a woman
so foolishly ignorant of what was going to happen and the danger her brother
was in and act on the anger and contempt she felt for herself.

She hadn�t been willing to tell Jezelle about this part of
the plan. The woman would only have
looked at her in fear. She would not
have understood�

Trish would die for Darry.
In a way she already had.

Driving with her brother beside her, being able to see him
there, made Trish feel little regret for what she had done. She could easily do
it again.

There remained a problem however. Darry wasn�t an idiot.
She could not keep him in the dark about what was happening. The monster after them and what it wanted,
nor could she outright tell him the truth without confusing him and making him
wonder how on earth she knew so much when he hadn�t even met Jezelle Gay
Hartman.

This dilemma eventually solved itself.

Darry becoming restless while his sister was lost in
thoughts she was unwilling to share, turned on the radio. Despite the earlier experiences with it he
needed to get his mind off of the days events, particularly the image of the
monster ripping the tongue out of the dead cop�s head. The radio channels were still comprised of
back woods preachers and country songs, two things that went together like
donuts and coffee. Not in the mood for
steel pedals and heartache, Darry left it on a frequency where a preacher was
rambling on about the kingdom of Heaven.
Darry figured after all he had seen that day he needed a little
reassurance of some kind of salvation.

�And He said that it isn�t worth it to lose the kingdom and
gain the world!� the man with a gravel
voice proclaimed across the airwaves.
�No it doesn�t do my children!�

�You know we�re probably the only two people listing to this,�
Trish commented wryly.

�No we�re not,�
Darry replied. �There�s a little
old couple 12 miles back who can�t get up to turn the radio off.�

�No if your eye offends you my children rid yourself of it!�
the man continued. �Better without it
then to be eaten alive by an ever roaring furnace!�

�Turn it off Darry,� Trish grimaced.

�Will you talk to me at least?� Darry said while he did as she requested.

�Hey, I think we�re both kind of quiet okay?�

Darry sighed and rested his head against the back of the
seat. He closed his eyes but all he
could see was the lady with the cat as her murderer held her up. He couldn�t help but see her eyes glazing
has the last bit of life faded from her.

Quickly opening his eyes he found Trish staring at him. She was looking at him so deeply that he
soon felt a blush on his cheeks. It was
an intimate look. One he liked very
much. Hs sister suddenly looked away
and Darry disappointed turned his thoughts unwillingly back to the dead woman
and her cats. From there it led him to
the strange call he had received at the Diner which had foretold Trish and him
seeing all the felines. It was easy to
believe everything was a nightmare except whenever he pinched himself he
wouldn�t wake up. Or easy to think
everything including the phone call had been staged. He couldn�t believe though that the woman on the other end of the
phone had been a fraud. She had seemed
too worried not to be honest.

He remembered her words about the license plate on the
killer�s truck and his thoughts lingered there. BEATNGU� Darry repeated inside his head over and over, his mind
alert in the silence of the car.

�B� Eating� U,� he whispered out loud.

Trish looked around so quickly she barely avoided a case of
whiplash. �What did you say?�

�Be� Eating � You,� Darry repeated his eyes wide with
revelation. �That�s what the license
plate really said. Not beating
you. Be Eating You! That�s what it meant,� he knocked the back
of his head against the car seat, his eyes still open. �Like what he did with that cop�s tongue!�

Trish stared at Darry grateful that he was figuring things
out for himself and she didn�t have to shoulder that complete responsibility.

�That�s what the woman on the phone was trying to tell
me,� the boy said. �She said that once it catches the scent of
something it likes it can�t stop� So one of us must have had something it
wanted.�

�Had?�

�Yeah. That thing is
dead. You saw it too Trish. You�re the one who ran it over a hundred
times.�

�Not as many times as I should have,� Trish said
bitterly. �Let me ask you something
Darry. How many horror movies have you
seen where the monster stays dead?�

Darry deliberated briefly with himself. �Good point,� came his reply. �Good thing we�re running.�

�Yeah it is.�

Darry stared at his sister, who tried to keep her eyes on
the road but failed. �What?� she
queried.

�So you believe me about the phone call now too?�

She nodded gravely.

The look on her brother�s face was one of relief. Soon it was replaced with a sardonic smile
and glint in his eyes. �I triumph at
last! Good things come to those who
wait!�

An awkward silence stole between them. Darry tried to concentrate on the mysterious
phone call, wondering who had been on the other end and if it contained any other
useful information.

Trish meanwhile tried to fight the urge to stop the car and
just hold her brother. �He�s your
brother,� she repeated mantra style to herself. Some part of her had hoped that being near to Darry again would
somehow remove or block the strong romantic feelings that had come to the
forefront in both her heart, mind and soul.
It hadn�t though and she realized her hopes had always been
misplaced. She had had to fight her
desires before everything with the Creeper had begun so why would it just
vanish because she thought it would?

�He is my brother,� Trish reasoned to herself. �I can�t be with him like that� I can�t be
in love with him� Not in that way. Even
though I am.�

Struck by a sudden thought, Trish started to laugh.

Darry freed from thoughts that were only going around in
circles looked at his sister. �What�s
with the sudden fit of the giggles?�

�It�s just this is all so freakily like that fairy
tale. You know the one with the brother
and sister� Hansel and Gretel.�

�Hansel and Gretel?�
Darry repeated, a large grin now spreading across his own face.�

�Yeah. That
one. A brother and a sister, all alone,
stumbling across this house in the middle of nowhere��

�Instead this time it�s a church,� Darry interrupted. �And it�s not made of Gingerbread it�s lined
with bodies. Couldn�t put them on the
outside or else no one would want to go in.�

�But of course my brother gets curious and he just has to
explore,� Trish commented wryly.

�Hey!� Darry
exclaimed shifting in his seat. �If you
remember up until you dropped me down the pipe you were with me the whole
time.�

�Yes, genius, and if you remember Gretel wouldn�t let Hansel
go there alone even though she had a creepy feeling about the whole thing. In the end it was up to her to save him
too,� Trish said resolutely. �She was the smart one.�

�Well I hate to break it to you, Gretel, but this time you
were not so smart,� Darry commented.

�Why?� Trish
demanded.

�Look at the fuel tank.
You stole the wrong car. We just
ran out of gas.�

Trish�s eyes darted to the gauge and found out that it was
true.
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