Jeepers Creepers III

Seeds of Evil

(Preview)

By: Ordrossal

This is actually another odd dream I had in late 2004. I saw it from a 3rd person prospective, much like a movie. Hope it interests you... If so, I'll update immediately…

Chapter 1

'Protection Lucy'

On an interstate highway in Arizona, a young girl by the name of Lucy and her grandmother Sheridan gracefully made their trip to Boston; cruising in a navy blue Chevy Tahoe. Lucy was about 5'2, weighing in at about 100lbs, she had attention-drawing brown eyes, brown and blond highlighted hair that went down just a few inches passed her shoulders, big breasts, shapeful legs and sharp facial features. Overall Lucy was beautiful… In high school her classmates use to call her 'Protection Lucy' because of her habit of always playing it safe. As an 8th grader she'd always carry a first aid kit, a flashlight, a pair of wire-cutters and a few condoms in her backpack. As a college student, she'd wake up 15 minutes early just to go outside and check the tier pressure on her car, the oil, air-filter, and coolant in the radiator. She'd always take it in for a tune-up 1,000miles early to ensure that it would never break down on her. The fact that her first car was a Pontiac Firebird, and Pontiac being an undependable American-made car, especially in the 80's, her judgments made sense.

But that was then, currently, she lived with her grandma, her parents were murdered on the very interstate that she was driving on. Despite that, the scenery was enjoyable, and the incident had happened so far back that she hardly remembered ether parent. "Grandma?" Lucy asked setting the cruise control and relaxing in her chair. "Yes dear?" "I've been meaning to tell you something that I feel might discourage you and it's time you should know…" Lucy said as Sheridan recoiled at a man standing at the edge of a huge overhanging rock. "We'll you don't see that everyday do ya?" The old woman said turning her attention to her granddaughter and ether of the two noticing another dark-figure diving for the man and taking both over the edge. "Mike and I, bought a lovely place in London, were planning on leaving the United States for 3years to have kids and start a new life together." Lucy said, failing to notice a struggling figure dangling from the feet of another high above the horizon.

"What made you think that would make me mad dear? You know I always wanted you to have children and marry a handsome young man." Sheridan said as a dark dithered object passed by the windshield, both women pausing at the quick break in sunlight. "That was weird…" Lucy said resuming her conversation. "Well, I though, I heard, well –you said that you were lonely after grandpa had a stroke and went into a comma, and when I came into your life, I was the only friend you hadn't outlived." Lucy said as her rearview mirror blacked-out briefly followed by a quick, fading profane holler that seamed to pass over the ceiling. After a brief silence, Sheridan replied, "Don't worry about me dear, a kind family of six moved into the old Holcomb's place across from my house, the mother is single with five wonderful toddlers, with them, I'll have company till the day I die. You go on, you go on and bring me some great grandkids girl, then you can tell me all the little adventures you had with them." Sheridan finished as something hit the roof, causing the car to swerve in zigzags. A struggle could be heard; banging, gunfire and profanity blended with an animal-like snarling sound. Suddenly a silver Colt 1911 .45cal pistol slides down the windshield becoming lodged in the windshield wipers. Following that is a loud, vivid, breaking sound mixed with blood-curdling screams and then without warning, blood creeps down both the driver and passenger windshields and a piece of large intestine smears onto the windshield.

Ether of the woman made a sound; they were both scared stiff and figured stopping the car was a very bad idea. They listened silently to the ripping sounds of toughened flesh, someone pleading while gargling and coughing, "I'll go I'll go! Please I'll go awe!" The large intestines are seen being squeezed of their contents; urine and waste trickle down the windshield as the struggling continues. Suddenly, a pail-colored blood-ensnared penis smears down the windshield still attached to the small intestine, Lucy now in tears and Sheridan spooked to the point of not breathing. Lucy's hands trembled on the steering wheel, making it hard to keep the SUV going in a strait line. "This is the interstate your parents were killed on, why didn't we just take a plane?" Sheridan whispered as distinctive chewing sounds could be heard coming from the ceiling as something ate the mere image of a man atop the roof. The chewing and breaking of flesh went on for six minutes, which was two minutes longer than Lucy could bare.

She let out a low sharp cry, the hairs on the back of her neck standing strait up when the chewing stopped and a snarling sound replaced it. Suddenly a black hand, totting long, sharp, nails hits the windshield on her side, then another on her grandma's side, then slowly, a gruesome black head slides down from the roof; its yellow eyes pivoting in their sockets as the creature passionately sniffed the windshield. Lucy froze up letting go of the steering wheel and reaching for a handgun she kept under her seat, 'just to be safe.' It was Berretta M93F automatic pistol; it was illegal to own but came in handy when faced with tough opponents or machineguns. She kept her teary eyes on the creature's metallic silver teeth; they were like dozens of thin nails sticking out of black tar. When she finally got the gun's handle in her grasp, the creature disappeared onto the roof. The Tahoe suddenly rocked dangerously side to side, Lucy having to maneuver in zigzags to avoid flipping the SUV. "He's trying to flip us give me the gun, you drive!" Sheridan shrieked as Lucy handed over the Berretta.

Suddenly the violent rocking motion stopped, and the Chevy gently swayed back and forth on its suspension struts, eventually becoming stable again. After a moment of silence Lucy let out a sigh of relief looking on and off of the entrails smearing down the windshield. Suddenly, an immense force hits the SUV, Sheridan's body shattering on the monster's as it pierces the hull like a bullet, throwing the Chevy into a mid-air barrel roll. When the car landed on its front wheel, breaking its axel and staggering to a halt, Lucy sifted through her grandmother's grounded flesh, grabbing the gun and leaving the car to run on foot. The monster struggled to free himself from the passenger door letting out metallic, blood-boiling wails that made Lucy's skin crawl as it kicked and scraped at the car's metal. Suddenly, the scraping of the car's metal ceased, and Lucy turned to find that the monster was gone… Suddenly she spots it, souring high above the trees coming strait for her. Doing the only thing she could do, Lucy took aim and fired three-round bursts from her Berretta M93F, causing the monster to stagger in the air and furthermore delay his attack. When Lucy's clip depleted, the monster dove at her, Lucy out of anger, slugging the creature right in the jaw and knocking both herself and it into individual mid-air back flips.

Getting up and clenching her now broken arm, Lucy darted to the car and grabbed a few more clips of 30 from her duffel bag. She loaded in the magazine and charged the monster head on with her pistol blaring through the afternoon. Though they seemed to bounce off the creature's tough carapace, the force still made it difficult for him to get any closer than 20ft. Suddenly in the blink of an eye the creature had its hands around Lucy's neck, the woman now reaching for another clip and kicking him in the torso. As she did so, the creature stared into her big brown eyes, unfolding a pink and atomic-purple crest that looked like a webbed hand and went around his face. The creature let out another blood-boiling wail squeezing harder and harder trying to put fear into his victim, like a chef seasoning his meat. But Lucy was not scared, not a bit, she was enraged, she wanted to kill this abomination, she wanted him to die a slow and terrible death… Slapping a clip into her Berretta, Lucy switched the gun to full-auto, putting it in the creature's mouth and holding down the trigger, squinting as blue sulfur-scented blood splattered all over her face, and the creature released its grasp.

Now staggering towards the vehicle, the monster dove into Sheridan's entrails, shoveling handfuls of the rotting meat into its mouth. Lucy, now creping up behind him with another full clip, pistol whips the creature to get its attention and sprays another 29rounds into his face then kicking him into the car, pressing the gas-cap release under the dashboard and getting clear. From about thirty yards, as the creature struggled to get its webbed leathery wings through the frame of the now broken back window, Lucy fired a 9mm parabellium bullet into the gas-cap converting the SUV to a tumbling metal-inferno when the car is overtaken by multiple explosions. As the glass settled on the asphalt, Lucy slowly moved towards the flaming wreck with her gun drawn knowing that if this creature was not killed now, it would be impossible to outrun. She moved around what appeared to be the back of the burning SUV, it was hard to tell, the Tahoe was not much more than a jagged, burning ball of oxidized metal now; when she stepped closer, she found something still struggling in the flames and backed off.

Then taking aim at what looked to be a head, she fired a three round burst recoiling from the ear-splitting wail that followed the impact. Suddenly the flaming winged humanoid darted out of the inferno hitting her body with the force of a speeding car knocking her unconscious when her diaphragm failed to operate… An unknown amount of time passed by as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She first found herself souring over the farmlands of Nebraska, then later on, looking up at the grotesque creature carrying her in its clawed feet. Then she found herself in a dungeon-like place, candles were lit and the air reeked of methane, waste, rotting flesh and hydraulic oil. She found the monster on top of her, ramming himself into her like an animal, making snarling noises and licking her face. After a few minutes, she fell unconscious and did not awake for a long time…

Interests you, does it not? Tell me what you think… Should I post the rest of it? It plays off of the other two stories I wrote despite the title… Characters are different though…