Michael vs. Creeper

A Halloween/Jeepers Creepers Crossover

By Dark Sploosh

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Halloween and/or Jeepers Creepers series at all. What I do own is the characters Terrence Strode, Jack Foster, Lucy Kinney, Mark Rist, Jill Redder, and Rick Heckrin.

Chapter 3: Smoking Kills
Mark grew tired of watching the girls swim. Although he did enjoy the sight of his girlfriend in a wet T-shirt, he was getting one of his cravings. He walked over to the van and grabbed some weed, a few wraps, and a lighter. Then he walked behind the mill.
There wasn't much behind it. Just a big tree as tall as the mill itself. He leaned against the tree, rolled the joint, and lit up. After the first puff, he instantly started to feel better.
He looked around. From here, he could see the back of the waterwheel, and something else that was hidden behind it. He walked over to it to get a better look.
It was a raft. The kind made from old logs tied with rope. It even had a metal pole with a steepled end for a mast.
He dragged it over to the lake and pushed it in, towards the girls. They instantly started to swim over to it, yelling thanks to him. Then he went back to the tree and kept on smoking.
He was getting so relaxed that he was about to fall asleep, when a rope shot out from around the tree around his throat! He gagged as it choked him, and he dropped the joint into a pile of dry leaves nearby, and they instantly caught on fire.
Suddenly, a man in a black trenchcoat walked out from behind the tree. He wrapped another rope around Mark's legs, then threw the other end into the branches. They caught hold, and he pulled. The rope lifted Mark into the air until he was hanging from his throat and feet at a horizontal angle.
The trenchcoated man drew a huge axe from behind his back. Mark tried to scream, but he couldn't, his throat crushed. The man brought the axe down on his midsection, slicing him clean in two.

The Creeper had been feeling particularly artistic as he slayed the boy. Normally, he wouldn't have taken so much time and effort into killing someone, but for some reason, he had wanted too with the boy.
He leaned down and bit off the boy's tongue, swallowing it and feeling grow into his mouth. He tried speaking the first words that came into his head.
"Delicious," he uttered in a throaty growl.
Then he heaved the boy's upper half into the tree, and tossed his lower half onto the growing fire.
"Fuel for the flames," he said, and flew up to the roof.

Michael had seen the killing from a distance. It had got his blood moving, exiting him. He needed to kill, and soon. The only question was, who? Which one of the stupid teenagers who had shown up?
Oh well. He would decide in time. But what of this creature? The devil winged monster. It had already stolen his prey from him. But Michael could sense that he hadn't killed Terrence, otherwise he would have felt his immortality slip from his body.
This Creeper had to be removed. As Michael disappeared back into the trees, he had no idea just how hard that would be.

Well, please R&R. I really wanted to get to this chapter, because it had the first real killing of the story. Also, if anyone was wondering why I've been focusing on The Creeper so much and not Michael, fear not. It will all change in the next chapter.