Jeepers Creepers: Liber Antithei
Jeepers Creepers is copyrighted by MGM. No copyright infringement is intended; this is just a nonprofit
fanfiction that I did for fun.
"I don't know, Trish," Darry Jenner reluctantly said, watching with worried eyes as his older sister
sauntered across the field, the high grass coming up to her waist. Patricia turned, golden-brown hair
whipping around her head in the warm summer breeze.
"C'mon." She smiled, even though he was dead.
Nothing but a corpse, a rotting husk that had once been her sibling...
He certainly didn't look like one now, for his moved with lively energy, his dark eyes gleaming with
vitality. Maybe the whole thing had been a nightmare, Trish thought, losing herself in this surreal world,
this beautiful place that smelled faintly of honeydew. This was Eden, a paradise on earth, and she could feel
her brother's warm skin against her own as she embraced him.
"Some-something's wrong," he whispered, as she closed her eyes to stop the hot tears that threatened to
run down her face.
"We're together now."
There was no reply; not even the sound of Darry's breathing.
Trish smelled the coppery odor of blood before she felt the thick liquid running down her arms, her
chest, tainting her skin with her foulness. Terrified, she groped at her body, felt the horrible stickiness. Her
stomach nearly threw up its contents when she opened her eyes. Darry, much to her horror, still slumped
against her, his head pitifully resting on her shoulder. There were two gaping sockets where his eyes had
been, weeping tears of blood down his slack face.
"Darry!"
Pathetically she tried to feel for his pulse, but found none. The little world was spinning out of control
now, and she collapsed to her knees, her brother's crimson gore staining her shirt.
"Oh, God," Trish moaned, rolling her eyes upwards helplessly. Someone appeared, though he was far
from anything holy; she recognized the hideous creature, a grotesque mockery of anything human. It
latched onto her hair with razor claws, pulling her from her dead brother, its pale eyes wide with malicious
triumph.
Despite the fact that she was powerless, held like a puppet in the hands of an adult, she still screamed
with fury, trying to tear out the pale eyes of the monster that murdered Darry. Teeth like yellow needles,
glistening with slime, were revealed as the demon pulled back its withered lips, holding her tightly. She had
time to scream before the mouth yawned open, burying itself in her own.
The sweaty sheets were tangled around her body when she awoke, heart hammering in her ribcage. Her
room was dark, the only light coming from the crescent moon outside of her window. Trish was breathing
hard, and tried to concentrate as she told herself that it was a dream, nothing more. Slowly she laid back
down, resting her head on the damp pillow.
There was no use telling herself that Darry was alive, for he was not. She knew it in her heart, in her
soul. Her brother was lost forever to her, but she still had one thing, something that burned deep inside, a
hot ember that was only fed by her sorrow.
Revenge.
Jeepers Creepers is copyrighted by MGM. No copyright infringement is intended; this is just a nonprofit
fanfiction that I did for fun.
"I don't know, Trish," Darry Jenner reluctantly said, watching with worried eyes as his older sister
sauntered across the field, the high grass coming up to her waist. Patricia turned, golden-brown hair
whipping around her head in the warm summer breeze.
"C'mon." She smiled, even though he was dead.
Nothing but a corpse, a rotting husk that had once been her sibling...
He certainly didn't look like one now, for his moved with lively energy, his dark eyes gleaming with
vitality. Maybe the whole thing had been a nightmare, Trish thought, losing herself in this surreal world,
this beautiful place that smelled faintly of honeydew. This was Eden, a paradise on earth, and she could feel
her brother's warm skin against her own as she embraced him.
"Some-something's wrong," he whispered, as she closed her eyes to stop the hot tears that threatened to
run down her face.
"We're together now."
There was no reply; not even the sound of Darry's breathing.
Trish smelled the coppery odor of blood before she felt the thick liquid running down her arms, her
chest, tainting her skin with her foulness. Terrified, she groped at her body, felt the horrible stickiness. Her
stomach nearly threw up its contents when she opened her eyes. Darry, much to her horror, still slumped
against her, his head pitifully resting on her shoulder. There were two gaping sockets where his eyes had
been, weeping tears of blood down his slack face.
"Darry!"
Pathetically she tried to feel for his pulse, but found none. The little world was spinning out of control
now, and she collapsed to her knees, her brother's crimson gore staining her shirt.
"Oh, God," Trish moaned, rolling her eyes upwards helplessly. Someone appeared, though he was far
from anything holy; she recognized the hideous creature, a grotesque mockery of anything human. It
latched onto her hair with razor claws, pulling her from her dead brother, its pale eyes wide with malicious
triumph.
Despite the fact that she was powerless, held like a puppet in the hands of an adult, she still screamed
with fury, trying to tear out the pale eyes of the monster that murdered Darry. Teeth like yellow needles,
glistening with slime, were revealed as the demon pulled back its withered lips, holding her tightly. She had
time to scream before the mouth yawned open, burying itself in her own.
The sweaty sheets were tangled around her body when she awoke, heart hammering in her ribcage. Her
room was dark, the only light coming from the crescent moon outside of her window. Trish was breathing
hard, and tried to concentrate as she told herself that it was a dream, nothing more. Slowly she laid back
down, resting her head on the damp pillow.
There was no use telling herself that Darry was alive, for he was not. She knew it in her heart, in her
soul. Her brother was lost forever to her, but she still had one thing, something that burned deep inside, a
hot ember that was only fed by her sorrow.
Revenge.