I've been debating for well over a week now whether to bother uploading this or not. Here goes nothing.

I love watching horror movies; they're a ton of fun. But unfortunately, most of the time my favorite character always ends up dying lol. It happened again when I saw Jeepers Creepers for the first time a month ago or so. And what made it worse was that it totally could've been prevented if not for the Hollywood-cops that were terrible at their jobs. JUST SHOOT IT'S WINGS. For real guys, it would've been so easy to hit the Creeper and NOT hit Darry in that stand-off scene. Esp since you guys were like…5 feet away from them. *rolls eyes* typical horror-movie cops.

So anyway, I decided enough was enough and I wrote an "alternate ending" if you will. It's nothing spectacular but here ya go.

This seemed unnecessary to explain all of this, sorry haha.

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"You let him go!"

But Trish's scream is ignored. The creature spreads its wings and Darry's body tenses, his grip still clawing at the grotesque arm wrapped around his neck. The creature lunges backwards, twisting his body around as he and Darry smash through the large window behind them. Trish's scream is lost amongst the shattering glass and flapping of the powerful wings.

For a moment she's frozen in shock. Then she turns and bolts from the room, shoving aside flabbergasted police officers and skidding over the window shards. Tears blind her vision as she races down the building's stairs and through the dark hallway. She slams the police station's front doors open and continues to run, her steps echoing on the sidewalk. Her eyes never leave the sky, never waver from the form of the creature flying above her, her brother in its arms. She cannot hear Darry screaming; she wonders if he even is. Maybe he's too much in shock, or maybe he's still trying to be a stupid hero. Like when he had insisted on going back to that tunnel by the church in the first place. If only she had forced him to get back in the car and just drive…

The sidewalk runs beneath a looming tunnel of arched trees. Her view of the sky is obscured, and fresh panic at this forces her to move faster. She makes it into the open again, and stumbles to a stop.

The creature – and Darry – are gone. The sky is empty, it's darkness decorated only by the distant moon and clouds. She spins around, scanning every inch of the sky; nothing.

"Darry!" she screams. Tears stream down her cheeks, and a sob escapes her as she again shouts her brother's name. "DARRY!" But there is no sign of him, or the creature. She is completely alone. Her breath comes in shaky gasps; she had failed Darry. She had failed to protect her little brother.

I hear it playing. While one of you is screaming – screaming down in the dark somewhere.

"Darry…"

"Miss Jenner!"

Trish jumps at the sudden voice, and jerks around to see five cops running towards her. The one leading the group skids to a stop before her, scanning the surrounding area frantically. "You shouldn't have run off…are you alright?"

Trish vaguely registers the name stitched onto his jacket – Dep. Weise – before nodding dully at him. "My brother…" she whispers brokenly. Then she glares up at him with a sudden rage. "You!" she cries out, slamming a small fist into his chest. He stumbles back a step, unharmed, but surprised nonetheless. "You were supposed to protect him! You said you would protect us –protect Darry!" She's sobbing now, her fists striking Deputy Weise with every accusation. "And you all just stood there. Stood there while that thing took off with Darry! You useless bastards!"

Weise grabs Trish's wrists, holding them in the air where she had been swinging them furiously. "Patricia!" he says sternly. Trish stops, staring at him; her crying has ceased, but her face shines with the tear streaks left there. "You need to calm down. We're not going to abandon Darry; we're going after him."

Trish stares at Weise, tears still brimming her reddened eyes. "What?" she chokes.

"We're going after him," Weise repeats.

"How?" Trish asks weakly. "We don't know where they went. The church…it burnt down."

"We'll have some men check the church, just in case," Weise says. "The rest of us will search for Darry elsewhere. Now think. Where else could they have gone? Is there any other place you can think of that the creature would have gone to?"

Trish creases her brow as she rakes her mind for any possible answer. "I…I don't know," she admits. "I don't know." The phrase is obscured by a panicked sob the second time it's said. She stops and her body stiffens as a sudden idea comes to her. "Jezelle," she says.

"What?" Weise says.

"Jezelle," Trish repeats. "She had those visions – of us and Darry. Of one of us screaming in the dark. Of…Darry screaming in the dark. She knows where that thing had taken him!" She pushes past the deputy and runs back towards the police station, not bothering to see if Weise or the other cops follow her.

She bursts through the doors of the station and skids to a stop. The lights are back on – the ones that work anyway. A lot of them are smashed, or completely burnt out. But it's bright enough. Contrary to the scene of chaos Trish was expecting, the atmosphere is surprisingly calm in the station. A few policeman walk about, talking to each other in low voices as they examine rooms and check to see what other damage had been inflicted on the station. Sergeant Tubbs stands beside the front desk, speaking into the attached phone gravely. It pisses Trish off. Her brother had just been captured by that demon, and none of the policemen looked concerned by it at all. Maybe there was an air of defeat, of mourning, in the station, but nothing close to a frantic search being started.

At the end of the hallway is Jezelle. She looks badly shaken, and her eyes dart about the station wildly, like a frightened animal. She is carefully making her way to the front entrance, but freezes upon seeing Trish heading towards her.

"Jezelle!" Trish exclaims, hurrying forward.

Jezelle looks about her awkwardly, as though searching for an escape.

"Jezelle!" Trish stops before the woman, panting slightly. Weise comes up behind her, two cops following closely. "Jezelle please, I need your help."

"I've interfered too much already," the woman said nervously, rubbing her arms in apprehension. "I shouldn't have come – I made everything worse. I've got to go."

"Jezelle, please," Trish says. She puts her hands on Jezelle's shoulders, forcing the woman to look at her. "It took Darry."

A hint of sorrow cuts through the nervousness clouding Jezelle's face. "I know, honey. And I'm sorry. I did everything I could to help you."

"No," Trish says sternly. "No, you have not. You know more than what you were telling us before. What did you see in those visions?"

Jezelle wrings her hands, glancing about her frantically. "I can't…I can't…"she mutters.

"Jezelle!" Trish gives Jezelle a hard shake so the woman's head snaps back to look at Trish. "This is my brother. I have to find him. I'll ask again: what did you see? There has to be something in those visions that will tell us where Darry is."

"It's not right…not right what it does to that boy…" Jezelle doesn't even seem to be talking to Trish anymore. She's staring right past her, gazing at the double doors at the end of the hallway.

Trish shakes the woman again. "What? What does it do?"

Jezelle gives Trish a strange look. "Haven't you figured it out yet?" she whispers. "Jeepers creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Where'd you get those eyes?" Trish stares at Jezelle in confusion and Jezelle grits her teeth, clearly not wanting to continue. "It needs to eat us to keep itself alive," she explains, her tone similar to that of a teacher who is tired of having to tell a student something over and over. "It needs…parts of us."

It takes a second, and then Trish's eyes widen in horror. "His eyes?" she whispers. "It needs….Darry's eyes?" Her hands slowly slip away from Jezelle's shoulders and she takes a shaky step backwards. "You – you saw it. You saw it take Darry's eyes. Darry screaming in the dark…" Tears spring to her eyes, but the look in them is fierce. "No. No, it's not going to happen. Where is it, Jezelle? Where did it take Darry?"

"I don't…I don't know…"

"Damn it Jezelle, think!" Trish steps towards Jezelle viciously, but a warning gesture from Weise keeps her from grabbing the woman again. "Tell me everything you know! Everything you saw in that vision!"

"I can't see everything in them!" Jezelle exclaims. "I can only see pieces of them – I told you that! Fragments…" she shudders. "But enough. I saw enough."

"Then tell me!"

"I…I don't…they were in a room." Jezelle closes her eyes momentarily, grimacing at the memory of the vision. "It looked like it might have been underground. It was damp, and dark there. I…I'm not sure what else could be of help…it looked like they were in a boiler room of some kind? An old one, and definitely unused."

Trish looks at Weise. "Does that help at all? Can you think of any place?"

Weise frowns, thinking. "Well…there was an old meat factory that was in use until about ten years ago or so. An accident happened there, I don't know, the details were covered up pretty heavily. It was really old – built in the early fifties, I believe. It had been run by a boiler room. It's quite far from here, but we could probably make it in under half an hour if we hurried."

"You sure that's right place?" Trish asks him.

"I'm not sure of anything, but it's the only lead I can think of," Weise says gravely.

"Fine," Trish said. "Let's go." She and Weise turn away and begin walking towards the station's doors.

"You won't make it in time."

They stop, and turn to look back at Jezelle, who is watching them with wide eyes. "You should not go, Patricia. What you will find…"

Trish sets her jaw. "I will make it in time," she says venomously. "Darry is not going to die." Then she turns away and shoves the station's doors open, stalking off into the night.