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 11: The Victor
The Creeper viscously kicked Michael in the face. He went sprawling even closer to the edge. Michael tried to get up, but the Creeper kicked him in the stomach. The killer fell to the ground. Now that he was a normal human again, he would soon die.
Kicks repeatedly hit his stomach and for the first time since he was six years old, he felt true pain. And it was excruciating. He didn't know how much more he could take. He felt the Creeper's hands grab his throat, and he was lifted to his feet.
"You have ruined everything," growled the demon, and Michael replied with a tiny gurgle. "You can't take much more of this. It's over. Now die!"
He squeezed harder and harder. The air was leaving Michael's lungs. He couldn't last any more that ten seconds. That's when the Uzi rang out. Bullet holes appeared in the Creeper's stomach, and he growled and dropped Michael.
"Bitch!" he yelled, and ran towards Trish, ignoring the flow of bullets that constantly flew into his chest. But the distraction worked.
"Catch!" yelled Rick. He threw something.
Michael looked up just in time to see his knife flying towards him. With his last bit of strength, he reached up, and caught it. The Creeper had forgotten about Trish and ran back to him. He was standing right over Michael, readying to stomp his face in.
Using everything he had left, Michael stabbed forwards. Over and over. He couldn't count how many times. He just kept stabbing. He also noticed that Trish's bullets continued to hammer into the Creeper's back.
Finally, when Michael felt that he had no strength left, he collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily. The Creeper fell to his knees, holding it's stomach.
In a daze, Michael reached over the edge of the roof, grasping at thin air. And then he touched something. He tiredly pulled it up, feeling that just the effort would kill him. But he was rewarded with the Creeper's axe. It must have gotten stuck to the edge of the roof when it was thrown off.
He turned around and swung the axe as hard as he could. He amazed that he could even muster the strength to do it. But it was worth it.
The Creeper split in half. It's top half went flying off the roof, as though Michael had been playing T-Ball, and the lower half collapsed.

The Creeper's upper half spiraled downwards. It flipped three times, before landing in the center of the lake. He felt cold metal pierce his chest, and he looked down. He had landed on the remains of the raft, and the mast had impaled him.
He struggled to get free, but it was useless. In frustration, he looked off to his right. And a look of pure terror spread across his face. The sun was rising. And what only he knew was that it was the dawn of the twenty fourth day. His time was up.
He screamed in agony, but quickly silenced as his tongue dissolved. He struggled more, but still couldn't escape. His nose quickly melted, and then his eyes.
His shredded wings folded back into his skin, and he jerked one final time. Then his protective skin curled up around his face, and he stopped moving. The raft sank into the lake with his added weight, taking him with it.
The fight was over. Michael had won.

Michael looked down at his defeated enemy. He forced the first smile he'd had in a long time as the Creeper disappeared into the murky depths. Then he looked back at the boy and the girl.
They were standing there, not smiling, but obviously happy. Michael smiled back, although he knew that they couldn't see it through his mask. Then, he drew in a final breath, and died.

The fight is over! Michael has won! But, if any of you are angered at his death (and I know that some of you are) then stick around for the epilouge. You won't be disappointed. I promise. Anyway, R&R!