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 9: Suicidal
Trish could feel her stomach rumbling as she remembered just how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten for at least two days, and when the storage room doors opened and she saw tons of canned peaches, pears, beans, corn, and some fruit cocktails, she ran over to the nearest shelf and ripped can of apple slices off.
"Here," said Rick, and he tossed her his army knife. She caught it and quickly opened the can, before lifting it to her lips and quickly downing the juice around the apples. Then she pulled out the slices and started eating them in a way that would put a dog to shame.
"Well you're hungry," observed Terrence, and he grabbed a can of pears, took the knife from Trish, and opened it and ate the pears in about the same manner as Trish.
As soon as they were all full, Trish heard Terrence speak up.
"I've been thinking," he began, "and I've decided that the only way we're going to defeat Michael is if I die."
Trish instantly realized what he meant.
"Are you insane!" she shouted. "You can't just kill yourself so that Michael dies!"
"I won't kill myself," he replied. "I'll just "happen" to get in Michael's way."
"That's crazy," Rick joined in. "We can't let you die. We'll find some other way to stop him!"
"But we have to kill Michael as soon as possible!" yelled Terrence, suddenly angry. "If the Creeper gets Michael's brain then we're all doomed. But if Michael dies, then the Creeper's screwed! It's for the best!"
"You shut up!" yelled Trish, just as angry. "You aren't going to die, okay? That's final!"
"You sound like my mom, okay? Shut up and let me do this!" he yelled as he reached for the shotgun.
"Don't compare me to your mom, whoever she is!"
"You know what, you're right! My mom was a better person than you are! She did more for other people than you ever will!"
"And who exactly is this beacon of justice?"
"Laurie Strode!"
Trish shut up when he said that. "The Laurie Strode?"

"Yes," he said, suddenly calm again. "When I was born, she hid me so that Michael couldn't get me. I'm sure she knew that this would happen to me eventually anyway. So now it's up to me to finish what she started. And don't try to stop me."

He suddenly lifted the shotgun and pointed it at her.
"What are you doing?" asked Trish.
"If you follow me, I will shoot you. So don't Trish."
He slowly walked towards the door, opened it, and disappeared.
"He's suicidal!" yelled Rick. "We have to go after him!"

Rick ran into the hallway, but ducked when a shotgun shell hit the wall above his head.
"I said to stay away!" shouted Terrence from down the hall.
"Dammit, Terrence!" he yelled back as Trish joined him in the hall, holding the Uzi.
They ran down the hallway, and they could see Terrence rounding the corner and heading up the steps.
"He's going to the roof!" yelled Trish, and they started up the steps after him. Another shell hit the stairs behind them, and they collapsed and fell to the wooden floor below. Rick pressed on.
They soon reached the third floor, but Terrence had disappeared from sight. They ran into the room where Terrence's cell had been, and saw that one of the windows was open. Rick when through first, Trish behind him. They climbed up along a gutter, and soon reached the shingled roof. A few fell out of place as they searched the roof, but Terrence was gone.
"Hey, Michael!" they heard Terrence shout suddenly. "I'm up here, Bitch!"
They followed the voice and soon found Terrence standing near the edge of the roof. He was wildly calling out into the night.
"Get up here and get me, Mike! I'm right here! Look, I'll even throw away the gun!" and he threw it off the roof. It spun twice in the air before landing in the lake below with a loud splash.
"Terrence!" yelled Rick, and the boy turned around just as Rick leaped on him. The wrestled for a few seconds, but finally Rick got the upper hand and punched him in the face.
"Now quit this fucking suicide mission! We'll find some other way!" yelled Rick. Terrence didn't reply. He just kneed Rick in the groin and pushed him off.
"Shit!" yelled Rick in pain, and got up as fast as he could, although it hurt to walk. He looked up, and his jaw dropped. Terrence was standing still laughing crazily, and in front of him, advancing ever so slowly, holding the Creeper's axe, was none other Michael Myers.

R&R! Only two chapters and the epilogue are left!