"Do you think he's dead?"
"They never are."
The roar of an engine filled his ears. He felt tires foll over his body. 'I'll just stay still and they'll drive away.' Thought the Creeper.
But, no. The engine roared again. The tires rolled over him again, slightly quicker this time. It-hurt a little bit. The engine roared yet again the wheels crushed him, it hurt a lot, actually. Not many people would do so much to try and kill him before. It turned out, this Trish girl was doing a lot to protect herself. She probably didn't get many boyfriends.
She continued to run him over. It was the most pain he'd ever felt. It was rushing to his head and he couldn't think straight. Not to mention the Derry kid was still afraid.
'The eyes,' said the voice in is head 'The Eyes on that boy look quite delicious.'
'Shut up' he said to himself.
The car seemed to have gone away. He Stuck up his wing. He blew the air around. Oh no. The car was still there. Well, he might be able to stand getting run over one more time.
But the last time was possibly the most painful. He felt the tire tracks impressed on his skin. He could see the car drive away.
'I-I'll just stay here for a minute or two... Yeah, I'll do that- wait- who's there?'
Above him was a boy, of about fifteen. He was wearing long khaki pants and a light gray shirt. And, he was- treating his wounds- so it seemed.
But that wasn't the strangest thing. Instead of fear- he felt- as strange as it was- he was feeling- symathy.