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 8: Finding the Bodies
The mill was in sight, and Rick breathed a sigh of relief. Inside the mill, they at least stood a chance. He had seen an old storeroom full of canned foods when he was in there earlier. Maybe they could just hole up for 23 days. At least then their only worry would be Michael.
He turned around and saw the Creeper swooping down at them. He quickly lifted the shotgun, pumped it, and fired. The shell hit the Creeper's left wing, and it ripped a hole through the membrane. The Creeper growled, and Rick pumped and fired again. The shot hit it's other wing, mutilating it as well. The Creeper lost control and crashed into the tall grass, disappearing from sight.
Rick quickly checked the shotgun, and to his dismay it was empty. He kept on moving behind the others, though. Soon, the mill was only about ten yards away. That's when he saw Jack's headless corpse again. He cringed. But he knew that Jack had to have had some extra shells on him. He walked up to him and quickly checked his body, and smiled when he found a box with seven shells in it. He quickly pocketed the box and turned towards the mill.
Standing in front of the doors way Michael Myers.
"God, that guy gets around," Rick puffed, and then started to reload the shotgun. He could already hear Trish firing the SMG, and he looked up and saw that despite Trish's efforts, he was still walking towards them, only slower.
"Trish, quit firing, we need to saw the bullets!" he shouted, and Trish obeyed and turned around.
Rick stopped loading the gun and followed her, Terrence behind him. She ran into the reeds. She obviously planned to circle the lake and look for a back door.
Rick soon lost sight of her as she ran ahead of him. He turned his head around. Both Michael and Terrence were gone as well. He faced forwards again, and tripped over something. As he landed on his face, he felt mud enter his mouth. He slowly got up, spitting it out, and turned around to see what he had tripped over. And then he felt insurmountable anger building up inside him.
He had tripped over Jill. Her body lay sprawled in an awkward position, and a huge bloody hold ran all the way through her back and out her chest. His girlfriend was dead. Whoever had killed her, Michael or the Creeper, he would kill them. It didn't matter. He swore that they would both be dead by tonight.
Getting up slowly, he grabbed the shotgun, and felt a bit embarrassed that tears had began rolling down his face. He brushed them away, and pushed onwards. He soon got out of the reeds, but quickly saw another depressing sight.
Lucy was lying by the lowest window of the mill, but the only way you could tell that it was her was by her shirt. Because her face and hair had been burned away. Ugly charred flesh surrounded her leering skull. She was dead, it was impossible for her to still be alive.
He cursed the killers again, and then rounded the mill. Trish was standing there, and she was visibly pissed. There was no backdoor. But he didn't notice that. What he noticed was that the huge tree behind her was smoldering, probably about to fall over any second. Someone had set it on fire, and the rain had put it out.
As he neared the tree, one of the branches snapped, and something fell out of the tree. It hit the ground next to Rick, and he jumped in surprise. But when he saw what it was, he groaned. It was the upper half of Mark. Now all of his friends were dead.
He got back up, angrier than ever, and walked over to Trish.
"We have to go back to the front doors," he told her, and they started back to the front.
To their relief, Terrence was waiting for them in front of the doors, and Michael was gone. They scrambled into the doors, and tried to close them, but they had been jammed. There was a metal pole lodged in them.
"Terrence," he said, handing the boy the shotgun, "Trish and I will try to get this pole out. If Michael or that Creeper shows up, blast him."
"Okay," agreed Terrence, and he pumped the gun, and stood in the doorway.
"Let's start," said Trish, and they began pulling on the pole. After the first few attempts it wouldn't budge, but around the fourth time it started to loosen up. They had almost got it out, when they heard the shotgun fire, and Terrence was screaming, "the Creeper, the Creeper!".
"Terrence, I have an idea," yelled Trish. "Lure him over to the door. Rick, when I say, yank on the pole as hard as you can!"
"Right," said Rick, readying himself.

Terrence watched the Creeper slowly walk towards them. He would be upon them in less than ten seconds. He decided to trust Trish. The Creeper was almost there.
"3, 2, 1," Terrence counted under his breath. Then the monster was standing right in front of him. "He's here!" yelled Terrence. He heard Trish shout "pull!", and the pole gave way. The door suddenly slid shut, and the Creeper disappeared from view. Something fell to the floor. Terrence quickly realized that the Creeper's hand had been sliced off. It now flapped around the floor in small death spasms, before coming to a rest.
Rick got and up shook the dust off himself. "Okay guys, there's a storage room with some food in the back, so let's go there."
Rick started off. Trish followed him, and after taking a few breaths, he started after them.