Don't own it. Cassy is mine.

Day 2

I woke to find myself engulfed in darkness so thick I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I stood up, conscious of the cold hard metal floor and took a few steps. My shoes gave off a small echo and it was clear the Creeper wasn't there. Either that or he was being very quiet. I listened for his breathing, but heard none; he was gone alright. I took a few more steps and stumbled over something big, turning in mid fall and landing on my butt in something wet and a little sticky. Suddenly a sort of trap door opened above and the Creeper dropped down. In the light flooding in I saw he was holding something rapped and roped in a bloody sheet. He dropped it next to me and when I looked down I realized I was sitting in blood.

"Holy shit!"

The Creeper grabbed me by the back of my shirt and pulled me up with a sort of reprimanding growl. I shortly shivered and wiped the blood on my jeans; this was so gross. I watched him pick a body from the heap I had stumbled over and he slumped it over his shoulder before heading off to a corner. The doors above closed with a loud bang and I was plunged back into the dark.

"What are you doing?" I asked a little shaken.

I was answered by a multitude of candles flickering to life and saw him pointing up. I followed his fingers and immediately regretted it. There were naked bodies stuck to the ceiling! Maybe ten or fifteen, I wasn't really counting. Their skin looked strange and they didn't give off any bad smell either. Some bodies were sown together like a jigsaw puzzle. Horrified I turned to the Creeper as he unwrapped a youngish male whose stomach had been gutted. I wanted to be sick, but for some reason it actually didn't seem all that bad. Maybe the whole thing was just too unreal for me. Then again I might have just lost it. I watched The Creeper assemble a ball of rough string and a thick, long needle before he went to put on a record on an old phonograph. It was a really old record too, horrible music. I stood and stared at him as he went to work sowing the man's stomach all the while listening to the music 'Jeepers Creepers'. Finally I slowly walked up behind him and watched him over his shoulder.

"You...you're not going to do that to me...are you?" I asked quietly.

The Creeper turned on his stool and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me closer to smell at me again. He then let go and ruffled my hair with a bloody clawed hand, shaking his head.

"I take that as a no," I said meekly, stepping away.

I looked behind me and saw a wooden crate on which I took a seat to just watch as he went about his work. He finished sowing the man up and began to perpetrate the corpse. When he was done with that he stuck it up on the ceiling next to a blond haired boy and went on to get another body. I didn't even ask how he stuck it up there and I didn't care to watch again, so I busied myself with getting the dried blood out of my hair. A while later my stomach audibly rumbled, enough so to make the Creeper turn and stare at me. If I had been a cartoon I would have sweat dropped. As it was I just went red.

"I haven't eaten for a while," I said quietly.

The Creeper waved me over so I got up and shuffled over. My eyes went wide when he grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine, regurgitating a foul tasting and lumpy fluid. The minute his grip let a little I fell to my knees and threw up at his feet.

"Fucking hell! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I yelled getting up.

I got sick again and hurled what little I had left in my stomach that didn't make it out the first time. The Creeper just made a weird face and handed me a bloody sheet. I glared at him, but took it anyway and whipped the sick from my mouth. That was the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me! The Creeper made a gesture for me to be patient and didn't seem to care for my stomach's contains being spilled on the floor at his feet.

"Don't ever do that again," I said disgusted and went to wipe up the sick with the sheet he'd given me. He might not mind, but I didn't want to stay down here with the stench of sick stinking up the place. I put it in a corner to throw away once I got out of here. But as it turned out I wasn't leaving until he finished sticking his corpses on the ceiling. A few hours later he had finally finished and beckoned me to come t him with his hand.

"You're not throwing up in my mouth again!" I warned.

The Creeper rolled his eyes and went to pick me up in his arms. The doors opened above us and he launched us into the late evening sky. His large wings beating hard he flew us along the East 9 with awesome speed until we reached a dinner off to the side of the road a little. He landed hard and set me on the ground before walking up to the window in the shadows and observe the few guests inside. I walked up beside him. There were only six people there including the waitress and cook. I watched as he then walked to the door to tear it clear of its hinges. The people inside caught one glimpse of him and screamed or shouted curses; either way they were frightened. The Creeper smelled the air and pointedly strode towards the waitress with a fanged grin. I watched her scream as he grabbed her and twisted her head right off. Then he went after a tall man who pulled a gun on him and fired. I covered my eyes in fear, but the man's body flying through the window reassured me the Creeper wasn't harmed. He went after two more, a small boy and his mother, letting two other men escape. They got in their truck and floored it. I watched them go before entering the dinner. My friend was already busy gulping down bits and peaces from his victims. He offered me a peace of brain from the waitress' cracked skull.

"Get that away from me," I said disgusted.

He watched me head for a table that hadn't been knocked over and eat the leftover French fries and hamburger, turning away with a disgusted expression of his own and a grunt. I rolled my eyes and turned away from the bodies to eat as much as I could, for I couldn't know when I'd get the chance again.

My, what a twisted girl she is... So, what did you think of this chapter. Hope you've enjoyed it and don't hesitate to review.

Later days, Imako the Demon Wolf