Hello, everyone!! This is my first fic I have posted on this site. Basically, I have seen Jeepers Creepers #1 and #2 and was quite impressed with #1 but found #2 disappointing. So, this is kinda of Jeepers Creepers part 2 the way I envision it should be. You will notice that I have chosen to ignore some things that happened in the sequel, and have changed some things around a bit. Of course this is all intentional. I also encourage you guys to please REVIEW! And share some ideas you may have for the story, some challenges, or some pointers.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Jeepers Creepers films, or it's characters, and I make no profits from writing this story.
Chapter one: Strange Happenings
This was not the first time that Minxie had dreamed.
She had been having dreams for a while now.
She didn't know what they meant, all she knew was that she wanted them to stop. Desperately.
It's not like it was something you could tell your friends about,or even hope that they would understand it. They wouldn't. They'd think she was crazy.
Minxie wasn't even sure of her own sanity at this point. She was sure, however, that no matter what she did,no matter how many times she told the man in her dream to go away and leave her alone, it would do no good.
She would keep dreading sleep,and she would keep waking up with her sheets cold and damp, as she trembled. She would keep seeing horrible things happen to those people, and it would never end.
These dreams had been haunting her for most of her life; they were dreams of some kind of creature flying through the air, and screams.
The creature, she never saw it's face; she feared it was terribly ugly, and that the people screaming were it's victims, it's prey.
As years passed,and she grew older,these dreams would be stronger.
She began to see it's face. Smiling at her. She began to see the victim's faces too; a woman stumbling along a dark path, naked and carrying her head in her hands.
It wasn't until just recently,she had started seeing this young man in her dreams, and he spoke to her.
He told her things,and said things that didn't make sense.
"It's coming back",he said. "It's coming..."
Did he mean that flying thing? But why?
What the hell did it want?
Minxie did not understand.
She kept asking this young man who he was.
He would never answer her.
She never saw his eyes either, for they were always cloaked in darkness. The things that stood in her mind the most, was that he had a tattoo of a rose delicately nestled against his navel; and that even though she couldn't see his eyes,she saw blood constantly poring down his his stark white cheeks,
When he spoke, his voice dark and gravely, it sent shivers all over her.
"Every 23 years for 23 days", he croaked,"it eats".
Minxie stood there,staring at him staring at her,obviously sensing her fear of him.
She did not want to ask him what it ate,even though she knew the answer and
for days afterwards, would pretend she didn't.
"Eats what?"she asked sheepishly.
But as he begun to answer, the shrill ring of an alarm sounded off.
5:00. Time to prepare for a pep rally,and she cursed the damn clock for interrupting one of her dreams again.
As she languishingly showered,and blow dried her hair,she thought of that boy, or whatever he was.
She knew that if he did not get the chance to finish his message this time, he would be back. He always came back.
And she knew that time was drawing closer, and that one day she would see that beast for real.
She wasn't really that close with most of the guys on her team.
She felt a sense of doom when they were around,maybe that's why. If she had become friends with one of them,
and something awful were to happen,she would not be ready to deal with that. And she just knew that something would happen.
Just as she knew so many things...
More days had passed, without Minxie ever seeing the dead man that visited her dreams.
She had begun to wonder if he was gone for good. But indeed, she knew he wasn't.
The drive on East 9 was endless. Minxie was so tired of constantly passing empty cornfields that she couldn't think strait. Of course it was also difficult to stay awake. It wasn't like Rhonda or any members of the team had anything interesting to talk about anyway. And Betty's tired old fashioned jokes weren't helping either. By the 8000th cornfield, Minxie just wanted to be home.
Oh great, more cornfields. Now Minxie could no longer fight her urge to sleep.
The sun was warm and bright. It's rays reflected from the golden cornstalks. Minxie awoke to find that there was a young man standing in front of the stalks, and pointing behind him. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. Sad eyes. Minxie didn't know who he was, but she felt that maybe she had seen him somewhere. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Then, she saw the rose tattoo. It couldn't be him,she thought. He looks so...normal. She knew she was the only one seeing this. And sure enough, when she looked around her everyone else on the bus was gone. The young man frantically pointed towards the cornfields, and was screaming something she couldn't make out.Then,quickly as he had appeared, suddenly he transformed into another young man, much younger, with hair as bright as the corn. He was screaming something too, as if telling her to turn around and go back. "I can't", Minx whisperd.
Looming over her, the scarecrow gave an ominous sense of authority.
"Every 23 years for 23 days it eats", said the boy again, his voice seeming much less rough than before.
"Eats what", asked Minxie once again. "What does it eat?" Her eyes remained transfixed on the menacing scarecrow, but then when she turned to look at this young man, she immediately wished she hadn't. His skin was now stark white, and nearly cadaverous looking. And his eyes...were not eyes but two black holes with blood trickling down from both of them.
"EAT US ", he hissed, half grimacing. "He's coming after you all. It can smell what it wants in your fear. Then once it gets what it wants it will go underground, and sleep, for another 23 years.
The swoosh of giant bat wings ringed through Minxie's ears.
Suddenly, the hard impact of collision with a sharp object, forced Minx from her dream. At the same time, she kept trying to force an inhuman thought pattern out of her mind. But still she could sense it there...
When selecting the type of flesh to consume, one must keep their wits about them. Humans have been known to pretend to give in before reaching into their pockets and shooting a piece of metal in your eyeball. However, these young n's do not appear to have any such weapons. Oh, how one misses the days when catching pray was not so goddamn easy. There used to be traps made; incantations spoken.
Now, all you hear is screaming and whaling-- which isn't a bad thing mind you-- but no such gusto and tenacity. It seemed that all the challenge had left, the Creeper thought to himself.
Oh well, that's not so bad either. Now, to finish my work.
Preferably, males are the best choice, since their body parts and organs are most compatible.
Sometimes though, parts of female subjects have proven to be quite useful on occasion.
Tonight, the Creeper was sure that all he wanted was those ripe, athletic males. It was such a rush to know that they were all trapt inside that hunk of metal, scurrying about. Smelling their sweat and hot blood rushing through their veins made the him feel so ... alive...
This could not be happening. Minxie kept trying to convince herself that she could not hear or feel frenzied heart beating inside her head pounding against the walls of her skull. It was almost painful, and Minxie rubbed her forehead roughly trying to suppress it. But the pain refused leave, and instead the pounding seemed to grow faster, and louder.
"You wanna sit here and hope someone doesn't plow into us at 90 miles an hour?"
Minx could hear Betty's cynical voice somewhere in her ear, but it was almost overwhelmed by the pounding of a heart that did not seem at all human. And then there were voices... One voice seemed far far away, but Minxie could still hear it was there. "I need... a... heart..."
That voice and heartbeat were connected.
Another voice, one that Minxie already knew came as well.
"Don't listen to it", he whispered, "not yet."
Minxie wondered how in the hell she was going to ignore something like that, but she figured she'd try.
She now had the choice of which voice in her head to listen to. Yes, her friends would definitely call her crazy.
As Betty, Coach Hannah and Coach Barnes set about scattering flares across the road, that one distinct voice in Minxie's head spoke up again.
"Can you tell he's hungry?"
End of Chap. 1
Alright! I think ya'll get the idea of of the ideas I mean to convey. I hope you liked it so far, at least a little bit. Of coarse as I have said before, please review me! I need input. And if you're waiting, it may take a while for the next chapter to pop up, because I am also working on another story too! I know the chapter might seem a little short. I figuerd I would not go overly dramatic first time off.
P.S. Creeper would like me to tell you all that he does have a chicken salad from time to time.