Yup! I'm continuing this because I really do like writing this and it gives me great joy to read your comments. You know the drill, I don't own Jeepers Creepers just Corbin. Now onward we go!

Many scream and cry

Seeing the large shadows pass over the sky

It has no mercy in the least

There's no conscious or love from the Beast of the East

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Corbin lashes out at the wall of bayonets that stand between her and the open skies. She manages to use her claws to cut deeply into one of the men's legs, giving her a moment to silence the throbbing hollow pain in her abdomen. She's torn from her meal when one of the soldiers knocks her back using the butt of his gun, tearing her away from her meal. Her chains clink and clang together as she knocked back, but she still finds the strength to get back up. Some of her lost mass is regained from her brief meal, enough to stand on both legs despite the weight of the metal weighing her down. Her bondage, usually used for anchors, now serves to bind her to the dark stone prison.

She growls while her intense amber eyes stare into each of the captors' own, visibly salivating as her third nostril eagerly flares at the heady scent of their fear. Outside her cell, the other prisoners here start to stir restlessly, somehow knowing that there's a storm coming. However, one man remains largely unaffected by her.

"Keep steady, men! You only fuel its hunger with your hesitation!"

In the back of her mind, the Beast of the East knew it was futile, nevertheless, driven by her pain, she lunges at the Admiral, stopping a whole inch away from his unwavering gaze. Corbin hisses and lets out an inhuman yowl, pulling at her chain much like a dog wanting to be free of its leash. Without breaking eye contact, she backs away before pulling out the two chains anchoring her to the wall behind her.

"FIRE!"

Immediately, the Admiral's men open fire on the weakened Corbin, tearing up her already ratty clothing. She cries out when one of the shots manages to take out her right eye; at the same time, the other imprisoned men let out a collective howl as if sharing in her pain. The stone halls echo with their screams along with the sounds of them banging at the bars or bashing their heads against the rough walls.

"Enough of this!"

The Admiral then steps forward to take one of the men's bayonets, impaling into Corbin's right eye and out the back of her head before pulling the trigger. In an instant, a good portion of her head splatters the wall behind her black. Some of the soldiers within the rank flinch at seeing the darkened inside portion of her exposed brain and skull. They thought their ears would've bled out as well when Corbin howls in pain before falling to her knees. To their amazement and horror, even this didn't put her down even though a wound like that would kill most mortal beings. Still, Corbin remains very much alive, futilely putting a hand over the large gaping wound as the area around there starts shifting from pitch black scales to regular human skin. With her remaining good eye, she glances over the group and, to their further astonishment, began to speak.

"Bèt sal! Ou oze rele m 'yon mons ak aji yo dwe pi wo a mwen?!"

She then lets out a dry humorless laugh similar to dry chalk scraping against a blackboard. She swipes a torn arm, with some of the bone and flesh exposed, toward the rest of the men while purposefully clanking her chains to make her point.

"Mwen te temwen ou fè zak plis terib pase mwen te kapab janm evoke! Lè verite a se, nou tout monstr nan pwòp fason nou yo."

The Admiral's initial response was to give a dispassionate gaze toward the strange creature in front of him. Corbin couldn't sense any fear from this man; no, a thick fog of hatred and bitter grief hangs strongly within him, almost completely overpowering any fear in him. He will see through to whatever he had planned for her.

The Admiral understood every word it said, but the fact is, they mean absolutely nothing to him. It calls them filthy animals? Funny, or has it forgotten of the massacres it left everywhere it went? Does it not remember what it did one of his Vice Admiral? How bloated he was after spending weeks at the bottom of the ocean with only rocks to fill his stomach? How it gutted one of his closest friends and Rear Admiral, then left him out in the hot Caribbean sun to be feasted upon by her wretched pets that did so while he was still alive and squirming? Especially how it castrated, skinned, then poisoned, before finally buried alive three commodores? He barely recognized any of them when they were found and identified by their medals having been shoved down their throats. No, he won't any more innocent men suffer at the claws of this eldritch abomination.

"Hold her down, it's about time that we finally clipped this harpy's wings."

It was her turn to be terrorized as the men around her started closing in on her. Corbin presses hers back against the wall as much as she could all while she growls lowly at the audacity of the marines in front of her. When they got too close for comfort, Corbin opens up the flaps on her face at the same time she lets out a loud screech that visibly pained everyone in the room. Despite the fear that ripples through most of them at the sight of the she-beast's bloody malicious grin, they start lassoing rope on her, hoping to keep her still enough for the Admiral to do complete the task. On the contrary, Corbin wasn't going down without causing some mayhem. She tugs at her ropes, ripping off one soldier's forearm as his blood gushes all over her face and onto the floor, but she paid no mind to this or the man's screams. She only cared for the brief relief she got from devouring her stolen limb; perhaps if she weren't so focused on what was in front of her, she would've seen the Admiral coming towards her before he stomps a heavy boot between her wings, pinning her to the rough stone floor. His order is barely heard over the discord that takes place; as starved and injured as she was, Corbin still manages to cause casualties among the small army.

Her writhing made it hard for the Admiral to reach for his marine standard-issue knife without losing his hold on her. Likewise, his men struggled to hold her down despite how their numbers should logically overpower her, yet they may as well be trying to hold back a hurricane. A hurricane that can just be as dangerous, as Corbin uses her somehow freed tail to decapitate a soldier's head clean off. She only got a bite out of the head before her tail is shot off in retaliation. The men surrounding the tail, back away as it still twitches sporadically such as when a lizard breaks off their tail to escape predators.

Her hisses bounce off the walls around her as it then morphs into low yowls. Corbin starts tearing her wings from the rail spikes pinning them to the floor. She knocks all but one of the soldiers with a few mightily flaps of her dragon-like wings, even managing to throw the Admiral off her back. This small victory is short-lived, however, when the Admiral takes ahold of one of the ropes around Corbin's neck and begins to tug her back with one arm, using the other to unsheathe his saber to then, with a couple of quick slashes, slices off her wings but looses one of his arms in the process.

Corbin lets out another howl, but this time, it fades to resemble more that of a crying woman. She falls to the ground, not caring her ragged skirt is stained by the large red and black blood pooling around her. She lays her palms flat against the floor, whimpering to herself at the white-hot throb she felt on her shoulder blades while two streams of her odd black blood start running down her back. Just like that, it seems like all fight was drained out of the previously enraged eldritch.

"Ou deja pran tout bagay nan men mwen,"

Corbin breathes in a shuddering breath, silently watching the surviving marines hastily drag out their fallen members out of her cell. The Admiral is the last to leave, saber in one hand without paying much mind to the bleeding stump that once had his other. Tearful amber locks eyes with hardened green briefly, with the Admiral holding no sympathy or pity for this monstrosity that pretends to be a woman.

"Konbyen plis mwen dwe andire?"

The Admiral gave no answer, instead, he sheathes his saber before slamming the heavy iron door behind him, leaving her in complete darkness once more.

...

In the present, Corbin is brought out of her trip to memory lane when she hears footsteps approaching her. She blinks, letting her eyes adjust to the low candlelight that barely lit her small alcove. The light heavily silhouetting the stocky male in front of her, who continues to walk up to her with a carved wooden bowl in hand. The Creeper makes a soft rumbling sound before he places the bowl, containing organs and even some skin, in her alcove. Corbin looks in disinterest before turning her gaze away from her technical captor with her arms crossed while using the tattered remains of her tail to push back toward her "mate".

"It would be wasted on me, as I have no desire to eat."

The Creeper lets out a huff as if the younger female in front of him is speaking nonsense. Surely, based on her current state and how he first found her, she would be starving? Isn't her eternal hunger gnawing at her to be fulfilled or does her foolish pride stop her? He figures it must be the latter, as when he attempts to give her meat again, this time placing it right by her, again, she turns it down.

"I will find my own food, so please, you need not fret."

The female's words may sound concerned in another situation, Corbin makes sure that each syllable is laced with a dry contemptuous tone. The Creeper bites down a growl, not only subtly insulting his ability to provide, but at her petty attitude for losing their scuffle. Yet, he's able to keep himself controlled, recalling that she's young and most likely remained oblivious for her long life about the workings of others like them. He also knows she's a fast learner and should be able to pick up the needed knowledge in no time, so he'll tolerate her bitter attitude for now.

He quickly takes out a large dark organ to devour in a few quick bites in view of Corbin, who clenches her jaws as she salivates at the meaty delicious blood dripping down his chin as he takes one last bite. As if to mock her, he then licks at the blood around his face then at his fingers, savoring each droplet his tongue catches before sucking it all out of his teeth. Corbin lets out a snort as she tears her gaze away from the scene, not seeing the amused grin on the Creeper's face before he walks back to his worktable.

He takes out his usual vinyl, carefully placing back into its old, tattered sleeve, for once, feeling like something else would suffice. After a few moments of rummaging through his collection, he takes out a vinyl he doesn't play often and gently places the needle onto the glossy surface. The Creeper looks back over where his mate is, quirking a brow at the shift from scorn back to her earlier emotions. He pauses for a moment to listen to the lyrics, wondering if they held any significance to her.

"We'll meet again...

Don't know when, don't know whereeee...

But I know we'll meet again,

some sunny daaaaaay..."

Meanwhile, back at the Poho County police station, both Trish and Darry Jenner find themselves in one of the rooms meant for questioning. Darry bounces his knee as he gives a dry swallow as anxiety builds up in him, the manual clock's ticking doing nothing to serve his nerves. Trish appears to the same sentiment, wringing her hands with Corbin's green bandanna, however, the insistent tapping is getting on her nerves.

"Will you stop!"

Darry immediately complies, biting at his lips instead. Luckily, neither sibling had to wait much longer before Sergeant Tubbs and an unfamiliar figure wearing a red-brown duster with a high collar walk in. The stranger sets down his white cowboy hat down on the table before sitting up straight with both hands clasped together. Trish is the first to speak.

"Are we in trouble?"

The man, the Sheriff of this county, according to his badge, replies in a slightly gravelly voice.

"No, we just want to know more about a friend of yours."

Yeah! This story continues. I know a lot of people don't like Jeepers Creepers 3, I found it kinda disappointing, but I'm not here for film criticism I'm here for writing! I'm just using the movie as a timeline template so to speak, but I'm changing a few details like it being day 3. You know give the two monsters time to understand one another. Stay weird, my fellow humans.

Haitian Creole to English Translations in order(I used Google translations, so some of this may be inaccurate ^^;):

"Filthy animals! You dare call me a monster and act to be above me?!"

"I have witnessed you perform more terrible acts than I could ever conjure! When the truth is, we are all monsters in our own way."

"You already took everything from me,"

"How much more should I endure?"