Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Jeepers Creepers

It was night at Kissel County High School. Tommy Rice a young long brown haired teenager sat with his friends Mike, who was short and bald, and Jack whose bangs grew nearly past his nose. Tommy and his friends had been held after school for blowing up seventeen of the schools toilets with homemade bombs. This and other activities like this had earned him the nickname; Tommy the Terrorists.

Tommy sat on the steps and yawned. Unfortunately for him, Coach Harper the gym teacher/football coach (who as Tommy was sitting, had his head ripped off by the antagonist of the story.) had made Tommy and his friends do various exercises, that I'm not going to bother to mention. Tommy yawned and looked out the school band that was practicing in a nearby field. The sight was pitiful. Mr. Bates, the band director who was as cruel as he was perverted, cackled as the band exhaustedly marched, the percussion pit played near impossible compositions, and the scantly clad flag guard, dance, a strange seductive dance.

Mike sighed.

"You'd think by now they'd fire Bates" he said.

"Who cares, at least were not in the band." Tommy said.

"Come on lets go drop a few bombs in the timpani drums and then get out of here." Jack said.

As the three of them descended towards the band room they turned again towards the band. All of sudden Mr. Bates was grabbed by a strange scarecrow like shape with wings and pulled away. Tommy, Jack, Mike, and the band stared at the empty press box.

"Something just came out of the sky and grabbed Mr. Bates…" a trumpet player said.

The band then broke into a thunderous cheer. Tommy joined them, he couldn't help it, and every student in the School had been waiting for that. The cheer was cut short when the same thing grabbed the drum major and Mr. Bates head fell from the sky. Knowing there was danger the students ran into the school.

All of them scrambled inside. A strange bat like creature landed outside the door and leered in at the teenagers.

"What's happening?" Robert, a nerdy looking boy asked, Tommy.

"A giant bat just ripped off Mr. Bates' head, and killed the drum major." Tommy replied.

Robert looked a bit sick.

"Anything else." He gulped.

"Oh yeah and I think its stalking everyone inside the building." Tommy replied.

About an hour past. Everyone who had stayed after school (People working on science projects for an up coming fair, baseball players, detention students, the weird kid that lives in school ,etc,etc,) had come to realize that the large, winged man eating creature was stalking them.

Betsy Brighton a rather good looking girl that was working on a science project called everyone to attention.

"Okay, it has come to my understanding that the thing that is stalking the school, wants to harm us." She yelled.

"Is there any suggestions that we could use to help ourselves."

Robert raised his hand.

"We could try scaring it away." Robert suggested.

"That could work, how?" Betsy said.

"I was thinking terrorist-I mean Tommy- could help us." Robert replied

Everyone looked at Tommy.

"I-I guess I could give a shot." Tommy said.

He went to the door and opened it.

"IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OFF HERE RIGHT NOW…uh….shit... Sorry I can't think of anything." Tommy said.

"Just try anything" Betsy said.

"Okay…uh…GET OUT OF HERE OR I AM GOING TO..."

Before Tommy could say what he was about to, Betsy slapped him.

"Maybe we could try something else." She said disgusted.

"LETS BURN IT" Tommy screamed.

"God, how do you think that would feel?" the trumpet player named Justin wondered.

"IT FEELS GOOD." Tommy yelled.

"Tommy, just stop talking for a bit, okay" Mike said.

After a short silence Tommy said.

"Let's fight it."

Author's note: Sorry about any errors, my spell check had something wrong with it.