Hunt For The Creature
Disclaimer: I don't own Edward (as much as I'd like to *evil grin*) or anything related to the movie "Jeepers Creepers". The song lyrics belong to whoever wrote them. Too many people have sung that song...
A/N: *shrug* Not quite sure why I decided to write this. I watched Jeepers Creepers a couple days ago and this wouldn't go away until I posted it. Not the best thing I ever did...but it's got Edward so I'm happy. This might be confusing if you haven't seen the movie. If you have, then it's after everything happened and Edward was called down to hunt the creature......
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The rusty pipe of the dark building slowly leaked brown, slimy water. Dark shadows danced on the walls, like the spirits of the tortured people, un- lucky enough to have something the creature desired.
A smile graced his lips as he remembered the screams.
For a formerly abandoned building, it was noisy. Though, not with the usual sounds. The high pitched squeals of laughing children, or the virginal giggling of young girls didn't exist within the walls. Shrieks of terror, or pleads for mercy perhaps. But then, it wasn't called the "House of Pain" for nothing. The sounds that floated around the body-coated hallways were not normal.
Black crows outside cawed, as if warning passer-bys of death. Or maybe promising it...
The rusty pipes and old metal groaned and creaked, sounding like moans. The helpless and hopeless moans of those over whelmed with fear and pain, and not the tiniest spark of hope. The moans of those who no longer feared death, but rather feared living.
The dripping water sounded like blood. The blood that ran off the pain withered bodies. Bodies mutilated, cut up, and sewn back together so that the very thread used told the story of endless hours of pain.
And now, the sound of a needle poking into flesh, and thick thread pulling gashes closed echoed softly in the dimly lit room.
The smile returned, this time in memory of the sweet feeling of the knife, which caused the wound he was now sewing up.
As the last stitch was completed, and a knot made to tie off the end, he put the needle down. Casting a last glance at the twisted body below he turned around and walked out the door. The refrain of a well known song trailing behind him...
Jeepers Creepers. Where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers Creepers. Where'd you get those eyes?
The sun glinted off his blond hair as he walked to his car.
Disclaimer: I don't own Edward (as much as I'd like to *evil grin*) or anything related to the movie "Jeepers Creepers". The song lyrics belong to whoever wrote them. Too many people have sung that song...
A/N: *shrug* Not quite sure why I decided to write this. I watched Jeepers Creepers a couple days ago and this wouldn't go away until I posted it. Not the best thing I ever did...but it's got Edward so I'm happy. This might be confusing if you haven't seen the movie. If you have, then it's after everything happened and Edward was called down to hunt the creature......
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The rusty pipe of the dark building slowly leaked brown, slimy water. Dark shadows danced on the walls, like the spirits of the tortured people, un- lucky enough to have something the creature desired.
A smile graced his lips as he remembered the screams.
For a formerly abandoned building, it was noisy. Though, not with the usual sounds. The high pitched squeals of laughing children, or the virginal giggling of young girls didn't exist within the walls. Shrieks of terror, or pleads for mercy perhaps. But then, it wasn't called the "House of Pain" for nothing. The sounds that floated around the body-coated hallways were not normal.
Black crows outside cawed, as if warning passer-bys of death. Or maybe promising it...
The rusty pipes and old metal groaned and creaked, sounding like moans. The helpless and hopeless moans of those over whelmed with fear and pain, and not the tiniest spark of hope. The moans of those who no longer feared death, but rather feared living.
The dripping water sounded like blood. The blood that ran off the pain withered bodies. Bodies mutilated, cut up, and sewn back together so that the very thread used told the story of endless hours of pain.
And now, the sound of a needle poking into flesh, and thick thread pulling gashes closed echoed softly in the dimly lit room.
The smile returned, this time in memory of the sweet feeling of the knife, which caused the wound he was now sewing up.
As the last stitch was completed, and a knot made to tie off the end, he put the needle down. Casting a last glance at the twisted body below he turned around and walked out the door. The refrain of a well known song trailing behind him...
Jeepers Creepers. Where'd you get those peepers? Jeepers Creepers. Where'd you get those eyes?
The sun glinted off his blond hair as he walked to his car.