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 5: The Fires of Hell
Rick had started a fire by throwing some old wood into a big pot nearby and lighting it on fire. Lucy and him sat around it, trying to dry off.
"Where's Jill and Mark?" asked Lucy to no one in particular. "They should have been back a half-hour ago."
"Well, it's raining outside, and this place is pretty big, so I'm sure that they came in through a backdoor or something," replied Rick, trying to calm her down. Lucy was known to have huge breakdowns when something strange or creepy happened.
"Well, okay," she said, but she didn't sound too sure.
"Hey, I'm gonna' go look for them, you stay here," Rick suggested, getting up.
"Sure," she replied, and moved closer to the fire.
Rick started to the other end of the room. The wall was bare, except for one wooden door. He pulled it open, and went in, closing it behind him.

Lucy started to walk around the big room, thinking that movement might keep her warm. While she was walking, she noticed that one of the nearby windows was open, and rain was pouring in.
"Oh, this sucks!" she complained as she neared the window to close it and the rain drenched her. But she managed to get it shut, and immediately ran over to the fire again, eager to dry off.
She had been drying off for five minutes, when she felt powerful hands grab her head from behind.
"Ahh!" she screamed, just before the hands pushed her forwards into the fire.
The hands held her face in the pot, as flames crawled over her head, racking her skull with indescribable pain. She tried to scream and kick, but it was useless, because her face was being crushed against the bottom of the pot.
Finally, after several minutes, she stopped jerking, and slipped into eternal darkness, as the Fires of Hell slowly slipped away, and she was gone.

Michael pulled what was left of the girl from the pot and dragged it over to the window, opened it, and tossed her out. Then he closed the window, drew his knife, and set off after the boy.

Rick had found the stairs to the second floor, and had followed them to a long hallway, with two windows lining one side. He had gone through the hallway, and found more stairs on the other side, which led to the top floor.
The first thing he heard when he entered the "attic" was a male voice crying, "Help me!".
"What the hell?" asked Rick, and he followed the voice to a small door with a huge lock, bolted twice. There was, however, a small peephole, and he looked in.
"Hello?" she asked.
Suddenly, a teenage boy jumped in front of the hole on the other side, scaring the crap out of Rick.
"Oh, man, you gotta' get me out of here! There's some freaky crow thing, and, and, and Michael's probably out there, and YOU GOTTA' GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
He was hysterical, on the verge of tears.
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Rick, suddenly a little afraid.
But that's when he heard another voice behind him.
"He's talking about me," came a deep voice.
Rick turned around, and saw a tall man, wearing a black trenchcoat, and a tall hat. But the man's face was the wrong shape, and it was black. Not black like an African American, but pure pitch black.
"Who are you?" asked Rick, and he was a bit embarrassed that his voice trembled.
"They call me the Creeper," he replied, and pulled something out of his coat. A small recorder. He hit the play button, and a small tune came out.

Jeepers Creepers,
Where'd ya' get those peepers?
Jeepers Creepers,
Where'd ya' get those eyes?

Then the Creeper hit the stop button, and put it away.
"When you hear that song, it means that I'm comin' for ya!"
Suddenly, huge bat wings grew from his back, and he flew at Rick. Rick closed his eyes, waiting for the pain, but it never came. When he opened his eyes, what he saw surprised him.
The Creeper was holding it's stomach, a huge butcher sticking out of it. A scarred, burned hand was holding the knife handle, and the arm belonged to a man in a black jumpsuit wearing a white mask.
"It's Michael! Get me out of here!" yelled the boy from behind him.
Rick turned around and fumbled with the locks, praying that they could get out of here.

The Creeper ripped the knife out of his stomach and kicked Michael in the chest, sending him across the room. Michael slammed into a corner, and slumped to the ground.
"Well, Myers, you finally showed up. I hope you were trying to be fashionably late. Because now, we can get this party started!"
Michael rose to his feet, and the Creeper tossed his own knife at him. But Michael caught it, and walked up to the Creeper so that they were face to face.
"Okay, let's see what you got," taunted the Creeper, pulling out his axe.
The battle had begun.

The fight finally starts next chapter! Please R&R!