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 6: The Clash of the Killers
The Creeper attacked first. He swung his axe at Michael's head, but Michael ducked. This knocked the Creeper off guard, and Michael stabbed the Creeper in the chest while he was crouched.
The Creeper growled and ripped the knife out, and stabbed Michael in the eye with it. As Michael reached up to pull the knife out, the Creeper swung his axe again. It struck Michael in the side of his neck, but instead of decapitating him, it bounced off harmlessly.
"Ah yes, Michael, your immortality. Tell me, what makes it work? Is it your brain?" he asked as he stuck his axe in Michael's chest.
"What about your heart?" he queried, and ripped the axe out and swung again, getting him in the side.
"What is it, Mikey?" he laughed as he pulled his axe out again, but this time, Michael pulled his knife out of his eye and stabbed the Creeper in the head so hard that it ripped his head in half.
"Argh!" the Creeper screamed as he fell to the ground. But then he smiled.
"That's a good stabbing arm there!"
Then he jumped up and ran out of the room, laughing.
Michael turned to Rick and the cell. For the first time since he had been cursed, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to kill Terrence and end his curse, but then he wouldn't be able to defeat the Creeper. And he wanted to kill the Creeper.
Eventually, his desire for revenge won. He left the room and went after the Creeper.
Rick breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. Those freaks, whoever they were, had gone.
He got up and turned to the lock. He had almost got it picked using his Swiss army knife. Finally, the ancient lock fell off and clattered to the ground.
He quickly unbolted the door and opened it. The frightened boy inside ran out and started to thank him crazily.
"Oh, thank you man! You just saved my life! I was gonna' die for sure, and."
"What's going on?" Rick interrupted.
The boy quickly calmed down. "My name is Terrence Strode. The guy in the white mask was Michael Myers. He's related to me somehow. And that's why he wants me dead. He can't die unless all of his blood relatives are dead."
"That's crazy!" shouted Rick.
"Well what about that Creeper guy, huh? He was crazy too!"
"Okay, fine! Say I do believe you, what do we do?"
He looked at Rick like he had the dumbest question in the world.
"We get out, of course."
Rick decided he was right.
"Well, I've got a van outside. We can get away in that."
"C'mon, let's go!"
They ran out the door and down the stairs, but when they passed through the hall, the wooden wall to their left suddenly blew open and the Creeper shot out and grabbed Rick. It lifted him into the air by his throat.
"Nothing personal," he growled out of what was left of his face. "I just can't look like this forever, can I?"
Just as he was about to crush Rick's throat, a shot rang out, and a huge hole appeared in the Creeper's stomach. He dropped Rick and whirled around. A man dressed in a gray trenchcoat, holding a shotgun was standing there. He pumped it, and fired again. The second shot blew off the remaining half of the Creeper's head.
Now headless, the Creeper stumbled backwards towards the nearest window. It shattered as the creature tumbled through it, and fell into the darkness.
The man with the shotgun lowered it, ran up to the two others, and started asking them if they were okay.
"Yeah, we're fine," said Rick as he rubbed his throat. "But who're you?"
"I'm Jack Foster. I've been hunting the Creeper ever since it killed my cousin, Darry. My other cousin, Trish, is waiting outside. We have to go meet up with her."
Rick decided that he better not asked questions, and Terrence and him followed after Jack as he started heading down the next set of stairs.
Trish held the Uzi apprehensively. She had heard the shots and the shattering windows, so she new Jack must have found the Creeper. She shuddered, knowing that even now, it could be watching her.
At that thought, she raised the submachine gun at the nearest tree. Things like the Creeper always hid behind trees.
She heard the Mill's doors open, and quickly raised the gun in that direction, but lowered it when she saw Jack running out, followed by two boys.
"Trish, this is."
"Rick and Terrence," finished the boy on the right.
"Where's the Creeper?" she asked.
"I blew him out of a window, but he's probably around here somewhere."
Suddenly, a man in a white mask jumped out from behind the white van. He was holding a knife.
Trish screamed, and heard the shotgun fire. The man stumbled backwards, towards the lake. Trish joined her cousin by unloading the entire Uzi clip into the man. When both of their chambers ran dry, the man finally fell backwards into the lake. His floating body didn't move.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"Michael Myers," replied Terrence, "and he's not dead. We have to leave, now!"
"No!" shouted Jack. "Not until we kill the Creeper."
"Oh, come on!" protested Terrence.
That's when the Creeper landed behind Jack, and decapitated him with the axe.
"JACK!" screamed Trish, just as the headless Creeper picked up Jack's head, and slid it into the hole in it's stomach. The head disappeared, and the Creeper's head regrew.
"There we go!" he said in his deep voice, and looked at Trish.
"Oh, I remember you! Yeah, I killed your brother. He screamed real good and loud when I ripped his eyes out."
"Shut up!" screamed Trish, and he pulled the trigger, but it clicked empty.
"Yeah, you gotta' reload those things," the Creeper said, before jumping towards her.
The Creeper was blown out of the by a shotgun shell, and fell into the water next to Michael.
Trish looked over and saw that Rick had grabbed the shotgun and loaded it up.
"C'mon, let's get out of here!" he yelled, and Trish nodded in agreement.
They all got in the van and drove off down the dirt road.
Five minutes later, Michael stirred, and swam out of the lake. He clutched his knife tight, and started down the road after them. Behind him, the Creeper got up as well.
How was the first fight? R&R!
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 6: The Clash of the Killers
The Creeper attacked first. He swung his axe at Michael's head, but Michael ducked. This knocked the Creeper off guard, and Michael stabbed the Creeper in the chest while he was crouched.
The Creeper growled and ripped the knife out, and stabbed Michael in the eye with it. As Michael reached up to pull the knife out, the Creeper swung his axe again. It struck Michael in the side of his neck, but instead of decapitating him, it bounced off harmlessly.
"Ah yes, Michael, your immortality. Tell me, what makes it work? Is it your brain?" he asked as he stuck his axe in Michael's chest.
"What about your heart?" he queried, and ripped the axe out and swung again, getting him in the side.
"What is it, Mikey?" he laughed as he pulled his axe out again, but this time, Michael pulled his knife out of his eye and stabbed the Creeper in the head so hard that it ripped his head in half.
"Argh!" the Creeper screamed as he fell to the ground. But then he smiled.
"That's a good stabbing arm there!"
Then he jumped up and ran out of the room, laughing.
Michael turned to Rick and the cell. For the first time since he had been cursed, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to kill Terrence and end his curse, but then he wouldn't be able to defeat the Creeper. And he wanted to kill the Creeper.
Eventually, his desire for revenge won. He left the room and went after the Creeper.
Rick breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. Those freaks, whoever they were, had gone.
He got up and turned to the lock. He had almost got it picked using his Swiss army knife. Finally, the ancient lock fell off and clattered to the ground.
He quickly unbolted the door and opened it. The frightened boy inside ran out and started to thank him crazily.
"Oh, thank you man! You just saved my life! I was gonna' die for sure, and."
"What's going on?" Rick interrupted.
The boy quickly calmed down. "My name is Terrence Strode. The guy in the white mask was Michael Myers. He's related to me somehow. And that's why he wants me dead. He can't die unless all of his blood relatives are dead."
"That's crazy!" shouted Rick.
"Well what about that Creeper guy, huh? He was crazy too!"
"Okay, fine! Say I do believe you, what do we do?"
He looked at Rick like he had the dumbest question in the world.
"We get out, of course."
Rick decided he was right.
"Well, I've got a van outside. We can get away in that."
"C'mon, let's go!"
They ran out the door and down the stairs, but when they passed through the hall, the wooden wall to their left suddenly blew open and the Creeper shot out and grabbed Rick. It lifted him into the air by his throat.
"Nothing personal," he growled out of what was left of his face. "I just can't look like this forever, can I?"
Just as he was about to crush Rick's throat, a shot rang out, and a huge hole appeared in the Creeper's stomach. He dropped Rick and whirled around. A man dressed in a gray trenchcoat, holding a shotgun was standing there. He pumped it, and fired again. The second shot blew off the remaining half of the Creeper's head.
Now headless, the Creeper stumbled backwards towards the nearest window. It shattered as the creature tumbled through it, and fell into the darkness.
The man with the shotgun lowered it, ran up to the two others, and started asking them if they were okay.
"Yeah, we're fine," said Rick as he rubbed his throat. "But who're you?"
"I'm Jack Foster. I've been hunting the Creeper ever since it killed my cousin, Darry. My other cousin, Trish, is waiting outside. We have to go meet up with her."
Rick decided that he better not asked questions, and Terrence and him followed after Jack as he started heading down the next set of stairs.
Trish held the Uzi apprehensively. She had heard the shots and the shattering windows, so she new Jack must have found the Creeper. She shuddered, knowing that even now, it could be watching her.
At that thought, she raised the submachine gun at the nearest tree. Things like the Creeper always hid behind trees.
She heard the Mill's doors open, and quickly raised the gun in that direction, but lowered it when she saw Jack running out, followed by two boys.
"Trish, this is."
"Rick and Terrence," finished the boy on the right.
"Where's the Creeper?" she asked.
"I blew him out of a window, but he's probably around here somewhere."
Suddenly, a man in a white mask jumped out from behind the white van. He was holding a knife.
Trish screamed, and heard the shotgun fire. The man stumbled backwards, towards the lake. Trish joined her cousin by unloading the entire Uzi clip into the man. When both of their chambers ran dry, the man finally fell backwards into the lake. His floating body didn't move.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"Michael Myers," replied Terrence, "and he's not dead. We have to leave, now!"
"No!" shouted Jack. "Not until we kill the Creeper."
"Oh, come on!" protested Terrence.
That's when the Creeper landed behind Jack, and decapitated him with the axe.
"JACK!" screamed Trish, just as the headless Creeper picked up Jack's head, and slid it into the hole in it's stomach. The head disappeared, and the Creeper's head regrew.
"There we go!" he said in his deep voice, and looked at Trish.
"Oh, I remember you! Yeah, I killed your brother. He screamed real good and loud when I ripped his eyes out."
"Shut up!" screamed Trish, and he pulled the trigger, but it clicked empty.
"Yeah, you gotta' reload those things," the Creeper said, before jumping towards her.
The Creeper was blown out of the by a shotgun shell, and fell into the water next to Michael.
Trish looked over and saw that Rick had grabbed the shotgun and loaded it up.
"C'mon, let's get out of here!" he yelled, and Trish nodded in agreement.
They all got in the van and drove off down the dirt road.
Five minutes later, Michael stirred, and swam out of the lake. He clutched his knife tight, and started down the road after them. Behind him, the Creeper got up as well.
How was the first fight? R&R!
