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 7: The Chase
"So can we all slow down and explain what's going on here?" demanded Rick as the van sped down the dirt road.
"The guy in the trenchcoat," started Trish, who was driving, "is called the Creeper. Every 23rd spring, for 23 days, it gets to eat."
Her words chilled him. "Eat?"
"Humans are it's favorite. When it kills them, it devours their body parts. Whatever it eats becomes a part of it. Anyone's only chance against it to stay alive until the end of the 23 days. When it's time is up, it will die, and it can't harm anyone for another 23 years.
"So who's the guy in the mask?"
Rick didn't really know that either. But Terrence did.
"He's Michael Myers. He's related to me somehow, and that's why he wants me dead. He has a curse on him, The Curse of Thorn. Because of the curse, he can't die until every last one of his blood relatives are dead. He'll kill anyone biologically related to him, and anyone who gets in his way."
"And the Creeper is definitely in his way," stated Rick. "But why does the Creeper want to fight him?"
"The Creeper probably doesn't know about this curse," said Trish, "he just thinks that it's one of Michael's body parts that makes him immortal. He probably wants to eat it so that he doesn't have to die every 23 days. He'll be pissed when he finds out about it."
"No, that's the problem," said Terrence. "Michael's brain carries the curse. If the Creeper eats it, he could become immortal. And since I'm assuming it doesn't have blood relatives."
".it'll will never die," finished Rick.
"That will be the end of the human race as we know it!" exclaimed Trish.
"On no!" shouted Rick, realization dawning. "We left them together!"
"SHIT!" shouted Trish, slamming the brakes and pulling the van into a turn that almost sent it flying to the ground. Luckily, they made the turn successfully and drove back towards the mill.
Five minutes down the road, the van suddenly shook.
"Something's on the roof!" screamed Trish.
The Creeper's axe ripped the roof apart and shot down towards the teens. It missed them all, and the Creeper pulled it out and jumped off the roof. He landed behind the van, and spread his devil wings, flying right behind the van.
"What's he doing?" asked Terrence with fear.
"Toying with us," answered Trish. "Hold on everyone!"
She slammed on the brakes again, and the Creeper smashed into the back of the van. The windows in the back shattered, and glass shards shot forwards with such force that they blew through the windshield, glass crashing all around.
The Creeper pulled itself off the back of the van, shook it's head, and jumped back up to the roof. And came face to face with Michael Myers.
"Ahh, there you are!" said the Creeper with a grin, and swung his axe.
Michael ducked and brought his knife forwards, stabbing the Creeper's stomach repeatedly. The Creeper punched Michael in the face, and he fell onto the broken windshield. He heard Trish scream from inside the van, and he leapt towards Michael and landed on his stomach.
He started jumping up and down on his stomach, slashing at his chest with the axe. But Michael soon brought his hand up and grabbed the axe. This caught the Creeper off guard, and Michael pushed as hard as he could. The axe's hilt went through the Creeper's stomach and out his back.
"That hurt, bitch!" yelled the Creeper, and he ripped the axe out and buried it in Michael's skull. The killer fell unconscious.
"Yeah, how's it feel to have something sticking out your skull, bastard!" growled the Creeper. He bent down prepared to bite into Michael's skull.
.and the shotgun rang out, and a shell hit his side. He looked up. The boy was pumping the shotgun to fire again, while Trish was unloading the Uzi. The bullets and shells tore through the Creeper's body repeatedly. They forced him backwards, and he fell to his knees.
"Damn kids!" he yelled, and spread his wings and flew after them. One of them screamed "run!", and they ran towards the mill, which was now only about 50 yards away.
A minute later, Michael stirred. He pulled the axe out of his skull, and jumped off the van. He started back towards the mill, confident that it would soon.
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 7: The Chase
"So can we all slow down and explain what's going on here?" demanded Rick as the van sped down the dirt road.
"The guy in the trenchcoat," started Trish, who was driving, "is called the Creeper. Every 23rd spring, for 23 days, it gets to eat."
Her words chilled him. "Eat?"
"Humans are it's favorite. When it kills them, it devours their body parts. Whatever it eats becomes a part of it. Anyone's only chance against it to stay alive until the end of the 23 days. When it's time is up, it will die, and it can't harm anyone for another 23 years.
"So who's the guy in the mask?"
Rick didn't really know that either. But Terrence did.
"He's Michael Myers. He's related to me somehow, and that's why he wants me dead. He has a curse on him, The Curse of Thorn. Because of the curse, he can't die until every last one of his blood relatives are dead. He'll kill anyone biologically related to him, and anyone who gets in his way."
"And the Creeper is definitely in his way," stated Rick. "But why does the Creeper want to fight him?"
"The Creeper probably doesn't know about this curse," said Trish, "he just thinks that it's one of Michael's body parts that makes him immortal. He probably wants to eat it so that he doesn't have to die every 23 days. He'll be pissed when he finds out about it."
"No, that's the problem," said Terrence. "Michael's brain carries the curse. If the Creeper eats it, he could become immortal. And since I'm assuming it doesn't have blood relatives."
".it'll will never die," finished Rick.
"That will be the end of the human race as we know it!" exclaimed Trish.
"On no!" shouted Rick, realization dawning. "We left them together!"
"SHIT!" shouted Trish, slamming the brakes and pulling the van into a turn that almost sent it flying to the ground. Luckily, they made the turn successfully and drove back towards the mill.
Five minutes down the road, the van suddenly shook.
"Something's on the roof!" screamed Trish.
The Creeper's axe ripped the roof apart and shot down towards the teens. It missed them all, and the Creeper pulled it out and jumped off the roof. He landed behind the van, and spread his devil wings, flying right behind the van.
"What's he doing?" asked Terrence with fear.
"Toying with us," answered Trish. "Hold on everyone!"
She slammed on the brakes again, and the Creeper smashed into the back of the van. The windows in the back shattered, and glass shards shot forwards with such force that they blew through the windshield, glass crashing all around.
The Creeper pulled itself off the back of the van, shook it's head, and jumped back up to the roof. And came face to face with Michael Myers.
"Ahh, there you are!" said the Creeper with a grin, and swung his axe.
Michael ducked and brought his knife forwards, stabbing the Creeper's stomach repeatedly. The Creeper punched Michael in the face, and he fell onto the broken windshield. He heard Trish scream from inside the van, and he leapt towards Michael and landed on his stomach.
He started jumping up and down on his stomach, slashing at his chest with the axe. But Michael soon brought his hand up and grabbed the axe. This caught the Creeper off guard, and Michael pushed as hard as he could. The axe's hilt went through the Creeper's stomach and out his back.
"That hurt, bitch!" yelled the Creeper, and he ripped the axe out and buried it in Michael's skull. The killer fell unconscious.
"Yeah, how's it feel to have something sticking out your skull, bastard!" growled the Creeper. He bent down prepared to bite into Michael's skull.
.and the shotgun rang out, and a shell hit his side. He looked up. The boy was pumping the shotgun to fire again, while Trish was unloading the Uzi. The bullets and shells tore through the Creeper's body repeatedly. They forced him backwards, and he fell to his knees.
"Damn kids!" he yelled, and spread his wings and flew after them. One of them screamed "run!", and they ran towards the mill, which was now only about 50 yards away.
A minute later, Michael stirred. He pulled the axe out of his skull, and jumped off the van. He started back towards the mill, confident that it would soon.
R&R!
