Jeepers Creepers Unexpected Turn of Events: Chapter 6
RUN OF THE MILL CATASTROPHE
"Come on! You're gonna kill us!"
Darry shouts in panic, seeing the speedometer's needle pointing past 80 miles per hour. Trish only spares her brother a glance as she continues to accelerate. Corbin, not wanting to risk being mangled in a car wreck, shouts practically in Trish's ear.
"For Christ's sake! Slow the hell down!"
When Trish doesn't appear to have heeded her, both she and Darry shout out simultaneously,
"SLOW DOWN!"
Trish glares at her brother as she then acquiesces, slowing down until they came to a stop. She, and everyone else in the car with her, allowing everyone to finally catch their breath. Darry glances over at his sister's side, spotting the real reason why she stopped. To their left, is a two-story house, slightly worn down with no lights on, hopefully, because the residents have turned in for the night.
"Ah, no way."
Trish immediately counters as if it should be blatant.
"There's a phone."
"So?"
Trish snaps her head at her brother.
"So, you and Corbin told me to stop."
The mentioned blonde raises a finger to point out.
"Technically, we precisely said to slow down."
Darry leans back against his seat in resignation.
"How far is the next town?"
"You mean the next phone?"
Trish's voice noticeably cracks as she puts her hand back on the gear shift.
"Cause it's pretty goddamn far, you want to wait to find out?"
Putting the car back into drive, Trish pulls up onto the property's driveway to park right outside the front gate. As the two siblings stepped out of the car to continue bickering, Corbin went to the trunk, popping open the lid to pull out a hand-carved bow and homemade arrows tipped with black feathers.
She adjusts the feathers on the end of the nocking point then carefully rubs her fingers along the raven feathers that were used as the fletching, nodding to herself in satisfaction at their condition.
"...Help from who?"
Darry turns back to look over to his close friend, his eyes widening to see her carrying a bow with a quiver slung over her shoulder. Trish is unable to come up with any response, even though she wanted to ask when the hell did Corbin bring those? Darry has no such issue at sardonically shouting to her.
" What do you plan to do with that? Go full fucking Rambo on the guy who pulls tongues out of severed heads with his own goddamn teeth?!"
Darry gestures frantically with his bandaged hand at the oak bow. Corbin gives a nonchalant shrug in response.
"Yes."
That is all she answers as she walked up to the house, past a field with a raggedy scarecrow, standing at attention with her body coiled and ready to spring. Much like a soldier on the battlefield before they're given the word. Turns out, the house wasn't as empty as it first appeared, one window being lit with the faint sound of a radio reverberating into the air. Both Jenner Siblings walk up side to side with their enigmatic friend, Trish not quite sure what to make of this shift in Corbin. Sure, she can be prudent at times and overly cautious, but enough to keep weapons on her even on vacation? Although, Trish can't say that the precaution isn't appreciated, feeling some sense of security that Corbin brought it along. She's pulled out of her musings by the resident of the house.
" Who are you?"
An old raspy voice croaks carefully, her silhouetted form appearing behind the screen door in front of her, wherein in the background you can hear the collective mewling of a clan of cats.
Darry and Trish said nothing and followed Corbin next to where she stood. An old woman's silhouette appeared in front of the screen door asking once more,
" I said, who are you?"
Trish points to herself and gestures to her brother and Corbin as she introduces each one of her group.
"Patricia Jenner. This is my brother Darry, and this is Corbin Delahaye."
" What do you want? Surely not to shoot me?"
The old lady demands as she turns her head in Corbin's direction, who isn't even looking at the woman as she sniffs the air.
"No, no, no! Just a telephone."
Trisha frantically explains with her hands waving out in front of her. The cat lady shakes her head.
"I don't have one."
Corbin may not be able to see her face, but she knew that the elderly woman's distrusting gaze is mostly focusing on her. Darry leans over to his sister, his own suspicious gaze still on the cat lady, to whisper into her ear.
"I say we keep driving until we see people."
"I think she is."
Trish whispers back, although this wasn't a time for humor out of any of them. The woman heaves out a sigh before she walks closer to the door, a feline shape in her arms.
"What do you need a phone for if I had one?"
Corbin wanders off a little ways from both her charges as Trish continues to bargain with the Cat Lady to use her phone. She scans the area around them before taking a deep breath to steady herself. She reaches into her quiver with careful movements, nocking an arrow back and the bowstring already pulled back slightly at the sounds of cats growling and mewing in fright.
While she stood as taut as her bowstring, Darry, Trish, and the Cat lady are filled with a sense of dread deep in the pit of their stomach when the latter's house lights went out. The cats only grew louder as they gather near the windows. In the distance, the howling of dogs could be heard as if, even with miles separating them, they too sense something malicious is nearby. The Cat lady speaks once more, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid to speak louder than the wind. Even though the wind came to a stop like everything else in anxious anticipation.
"You kids got anyone else with you?"
Darry shakes his head before all of them turn their heads towards the field they passed by earlier. There in the fields, instead of a scarecrow made with burlap, is a dark silhouetted figure with bushy white hair. The trio instantly recognizes it as the figure from earlier.
Corbin springs into action, in the blink of an eye, she lets her arrow fly through the air. It impales itself, point-blank into its chest. The figure doesn't flinch nor does it make any noise.
" That's not my scarecrow."
The Old Lady finally utters out before turning back into her house. Corbin reaches for another arrow, internally willing for her heart to calm down. She gets one out just as the old cat lady comes back with a double-barrel shotgun in hand. She brushes past her and the Jenner siblings, shouting with as much force as she can with her withered voice box.
" You got 10 seconds, to get your ass out of my yard! And don't think I'm gonna tell you twice!"
Other than the Cat Lady positioning her gun in a proper form, no one moved except for the rustling of the wheat. All is still, until the figure lifts up one arm to itself, tugging its arm back with a squelch before tossing away Corbin's arrow.
" Get the hell away from him."
Corbin commands the elderly woman in a dangerously low tone, one that Darry and Trish recognize as when she leaves no room for argument because you should fucking listen to her.
" Corbin, what are you doing?"
Trish asks. The 'scarecrow' then moves away from his position as he starts to make his way towards their general direction. Corbin reiterates her warning to the old woman, who had no idea what she's up against.
" Get the hell away from him!"
Alas, her warning was not heeded, since the woman fires her gun. She ends up setting off a mini-explosion to her actual scarecrow with the figure having to dodge the shots with inhuman speed. He then leaps, higher than humanely possible, toward and through the roof of the Cat lady's home. The woman looks in great horror at the sound of crashes and the sound of distressed "babies".
" Come on, let's go!"
The old woman urges the trio, pushing past them to head towards her house. Darry grabs her arm and drags her back to him.
"No! Don't you go up there!"
"Listen to him!"
Trish urges the elderly woman, looking anxiously at the woman's house as if expecting the figure to burst through the door at any moment.
" We gotta get out of here, you old fool!"
Corbin entreats the stubborn cat lady earnestly as she grabs Trish by the arm, ready to make a break for it. The Cat woman breaks out of Darry's grip before shouting into their faces.
" The hell did you bring into my house?"
She then strikes Darry right in the crotch with the butt of her shotgun. Darry grimaces with his mouth opened in a choked shout with his hands over his crotch. Corbin doesn't stop the woman from climbing up the steps to her house, the woman ignorant of the death glare she received from the blonde.
" Get out of here!"
The woman yawps to the trio, not looking back to see Darry crouching to the ground in pain as Trish tries to comfort him, while Corbin nocked an arrow into her bow.
" Stay away from my babies, you sons of bitches!"
The old lady hollers out as then a tidal wave of cats comes rushing out of the house. They run around the trio as a mass of mewling and hissing fur. The Cat Lady shouts one last curse.
" Jesus fucking hell!"
Then renters her house, slamming the screen door behind her. The trio could only stand there in petrified anticipation. Darry and Trish flinch at the sound of gunshots, briefly lighting the dark house.
Bang! BANG!
Two shots rang out into the air and into their ears before silence falls over them once more. Darry and Trish both share knowing glances at one another before nodding in silent agreement. Even with Corbin shaking her head, the Jenner siblings approach the house with bated breaths, trying to take a look through the screen door. They could hardly make out anything through it, except for the deathly still silhouette of the elderly woman.
"Hello?"
Darry calls out, only to get no response besides a faint croak. Corbin observes the silhouette at the door, her focused green eyes narrowing in suspicion. She walks in front of the Jenner siblings when she hears footsteps too heavy to be the old women's. Finally, the door opened and the siblings stood in horror as they finally got a good look at their inhuman assailant's face in the faint moonlight.
He looked human, but only in general shape alone. His skin appeared a dark greyish green in what little moonlight spilled through the trees above. Yet, what truly gave away to his inhuman nature was the mandibles that surrounded his face, and his smile revealing every dagger-like tooth. Similarly to the woman they met earlier, his hair was white yet it jutted out from the back of his head, leaving the top completely bald.
In his hand, he held the croaking Cat lady off the ground. She wasn't moving much other than giving off another croak, clearly in pain. He then smiles at the group, revealing rows of needle-like teeth which only accentuates his frightening appearance. Corbin doesn't hesitate to aim her arrow at him once more.
"Non noceat te mihi infantes miserrimos!"
Corbin declares with the air of a highly respected queen. The monster then throws the old woman to the side to take a step towards the group, only to receive an arrow to the neck. Corbin knows that would only slow him down enough for him to just rip the barded arrow out of his neck, but it should be enough time. The blonde then turns her head at the siblings, her finger pointing at Trish's vehicle.
" Get to the car!"
Trish is the first to react, turning around to dash to her car with her brother not too far behind her. Only, he was being dragged away by the arm towards the car, much to his protest.
"Wait, wait, wait! Trish!"
Darry looks behind him to watch as the creature pounces on Corbin with the same speed it displayed earlier. Corbin drops her bow and arrow, turning the creature's tackle into a roll. All the while, she attempts to claw the creature on her and attack it any way she can with it returning with just as much vigor.
"Corbin!"
Darry cries out but felt like he was unable to move his feet. Trish continues attempting to drag her brother to the car only a few feet away from them.
"Come on, brat!"
When they came to a stop, with surprising strength despite being pinned down, she uses her back legs to kick him off before quickly jumping to her feet again. She quickly runs back to the car and practically rips open the trunk to take out something neither Trish nor Darry could make out at first.
'What the hell is that thing?!?'
Both siblings wonder in utter bewilderment at the sight of the hooked curved blade, catching a glimpse of the rune carvings with the low light. Just as quickly as she made her way to Trish's vehicle, she runs back to where the creature is slowly making its way to them at a regular pace. She takes a swipe at its head with the curve of the blade, only for the creature to flick its wrist and blocks the blow with a blade of its own, a battle-ax. Sparks literally fly between the two before they're back at each other's throats, the sounds of their blades clashing ring through the air and into the high heavens.
Their movements become a blur to Trish and Darry, as they swiftly exchange parry after parry. Corbin uses both hands to thrust her blade at her adversary, who blocks the stab with the handle of its ax before twisting it to dislodge it from Corbin's hold. It doesn't succeed as she backs away, weapon still in hand, narrowly dodging having her head cut off before going in once more. She strikes the creature's battle ax with the curve of her blade, sending more sparks flying, then twists her wrist to slice the inside of the blade to cut deeply into the creature's torso, spraying her with black blood. At the same time, it uses its ax to cut deeply into her abdomen before pulling out and leading her own blood to gush out, but Corbin takes this opportunity to dig a hand into the creature's opened chest wound to split open the flesh and make the wound larger and larger.
Darry couldn't tell who drowned out the other as both opponents roar out in pain, but it doesn't stop either of them for long as Corbin keeps slashing at the creature as it goes for her legs. Both of them gaining more injuries as much as they were giving the other. Injuries that would usually put a normal man down for the count, but not these two.
Both of the Jenner siblings were so enraptured with the battle taking place, they didn't close the last few feet between them and possible escape. At least, until a one-eyed raven perched near them, croaks out.
" MOVE!"
The Jenner siblings spring into action once more, slamming the car doors behind them. Trish turns the key in the ignition, however, when she tries to move the stick, she's met with a sharp wheezing noise from the engine. Trish swallows her spit as her blood thunders in her ears.
" Somethings wrong."
"Don't say that!"
Darry shouts in response, glancing back over to Corbin who got close enough to the creature to stab it in the diaphragm. In any other situation, he might be geeking out over the fact that his friend is an apparent weapon's nut, but he can only pray that the lunatic just finish it already and get the hell out of there. Trish silently begs the same thing as she struggles with the stick.
"What do you want me to say? The gears are sticking!"
"Unstick them, Trish!"
Darry then leans over Trish to roll down her window.
"Corbin, hurry up!"
Darry hollers out to the blonde, who's currently pinned to an oak tree with the creature's ax's handle digging into her exposed throat.
"A-a bit busy here!"
This is all Corbin could choke out as continues to writhe against the creature. Darry rubs his eyes, not sure if what he's seeing is real or not when he spots a tail protruding from his struggling friend. He's not given a moment to double-check before Trish shoves him back down in his seat.
"Trish!"
Darry shouts in protest to his sister, who only gives him a glance before looking over at the scene unfolding in front of them then back to the gear.
"What Darry? It's stuck in reverse!"
" We can't leave Corbin!"
"We're not going to!"
Trish assures as she continues to push the stick with as much force as she could without breaking it.
An inhuman howl pierces the night air, the creature having been stabbed in the side of the neck with a switchblade. With it temporarily stunned, Corbin bolts straight into the car nearly ripping the door straight off its hinges. She didn't give any chance for anyone to speak as they all spot the creature limping towards them, bleeding heavily from several wounds.
"LET'S GO!"
Not minding the gear was stuck in reverse at the moment, Trish floors the accelerator and reverses out of the now-deceased woman's driveway. However, the car then stops when Trish hits the breaks, still unable to move the gear shift. At the sound of the faulty engine, the creature smiles to itself as its two prey sat helplessly in their machine.
" You're gonna break it!"
Trish shouts to her brother as he tries using both hands to move the stick. Everyone looks toward the windshield when the creature jumps onto the hood of the car. Here, they had an even closer view of its visage, the left side of its neck still oozing out black blood and its black heart exposed with the flesh around it hanging loosely.
" It's stuck in reverse!"
" Go in reverse!"
Both Darry and Corbin scream at Trish, who floors the gas pedal in immediate response. The creature smoothly does a backflip off the hood of the car, landing perfectly fine on its feet. Trish reverses a few more yards away from the monster. The monster in question walks side to side, stumbling slightly from the apparent blood loss, in their field of vision, giving off a growl neither sibling could hear in challenge.
" What do we do?"
Trish whispers, able to feel those beady eyes looking at her hungrily like a great white shark.
" Hit him, hit him, Trish."
"Hard."
Darry encourages his sister, followed by Corbin. All eyes were on the creature when it pauses in its strides to stand in the middle of the road. Almost as if to make itself the perfect target.
" Do it!"
Darry yells out to which Trish obliges as she moves the gear stick forward in Drive then stomps the pedal as hard as she could. The distance between them and the creature rapidly decreases, yet it doesn't move. Just when Darry and Trish thought they were about to hit him, he jumps up and runs over the car! Trish hits the breaks then looks out the back window to see the creature unharmed. The creature stares back after he lands, snorting as if asking if that's the best they can do.
Trish repeats the same action, this time with the gears in reverse only for the exact same results to happen. Trish stares in disbelief at the unscathed monster, mumbling more to herself than her companions.
" What the hell is that thing?"
Neither her brother nor friend gave any answers. Darry turns toward Corbin to check on her, only to get a hand to his mouth before he could make any noise at the sight right behind him. His friend's usually smooth face is now partially covered by black scales, similar to a snake's, along her jawline. The hand that covered his mouth is also covered in black scales, with hooked claws scraping his cheek. Luckily, Corbin didn't apply enough force to dig into Darry's skin although he could instinctually tell that it would require no effort from her to do so; however, what really horrifies him the most is his friend's usual emerald eyes are now an intense shade of yellow-orange. This is no trick of the light or a stressful hallucination.
Darry couldn't get the words out when Corbin removes her hand since his attention is then grabbed by his sister fiddling with the gear shift again. She recreates the same wheezing sound from earlier, the ear-grating noise-making itself known to anyone nearby. Unfortunately, the only other person around is the monster in front of them.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Darry cries out, afraid that his sister may have lost her marbles. However, that sort of thinking is far from what the eldest Jenner siblings actually has in mind.
" Come on, you son of a bitch"
Trisha grumbles as the monster starts to walk up to them at a regular pace. Corbin's eyebrows raise in interest with her lips twitching in a barely contained grin, already having guessed what Trish is about to do.
"That's right, walk that ugly face right over here."
Trisha continues to monologue to herself as the monster continues to close the gap between them, sure of its prey's imminent demise.
"Come on."
'Just one step closer.'
Trish closes in on in itself from both terror and anticipation as the monster comes close enough.
'That's close enough, you sick bastard.'
"COME ON!"
Trisha shouts as she then switched the gear to forward and floors the accelerator. This unexpected turn of events gave the monster no time to dodge as the car rammed into him, point-blank. The impact sends him flying over the car, disarming him of his battle-ax and various knives onto the hood of the car before landing on the asphalt a few meters behind. The Jenner siblings and Corbin look behind themselves to see the fallen form of their assailant. The creature remained unmoving with its still open wounds forming a black puddle around it.
After a brief pause of silence, Darry is the first to speak.
" Do you think he's dead?"
In response, Trish shifts the gear into reverse to hit the gas again.
" They never are."
Then runs it over again, not minding how the bump made them all jump from their seats slightly as it was worth the sickening crunch that follows. This sends the monster's body to roll for a bit only to come to a stop when Trish runs her car over it again. And again. And again. Each hit causing the car to tremble each time from running over the body. Trish didn't want to stop, not until that unholy horror is nothing but a pulp. She knows if she allows it to live it will just come after her and her close loved ones. The son of a b*tch had it coming to it, although Trish couldn't deny the slight thrill of power she with each crunch. She briefly imagines each crunch is taking away the looming power it lorded over all of them and giving it back to them. No one else will become prey to this unspeakable horror.
Each crunch sends an internal shiver to go down Darry and Corbin's spine. When Trish was about to do it once more, Corbin reaches over to Trish's hand with a normal hand on the steering wheel.
"Enough, you're wasting gas at this point."
She firmly commands, breaking Trish out of her stupor. Trish stops the car so she and everyone else could look in front of them to see the damage Trish caused. The creature lays on its stomach with tire marks clearly visible on its now flattened outstretched arm and leg. The puddle from earlier is spread all over the road, leaving more tire marks on its back and around it. It's clear that if this were a normal man, it would've already been down for the count, but this isn't the case. Oddly, upon closer inspection, the back area appeared to be writhing around just under the raggedy brown duster. The duster is then torn from the back revealing a single large veiny bat-like wing. The Jenner siblings stare in bemusement as the inhuman appendage flaps for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground next to its owner.
"Let's get out of here."
Darry whispers to his sister. He glances over at Trish, who's still staring ahead as she tries to understand what she just witnessed. She doesn't answer her brother, her head swirling with millions of thoughts and feelings that she could just barely grasp.
'This all just seemed too unreal, it's too unreal to even be really happening... Right?'
"Trish!"
Darry snaps at his sister which seems to break her out of her musings. Trish blinks her brown eyes before starting the engine again as it wheezes and groans. Briefly, Trish fears her vehicle won't start up like so many horror movies she's seen, only for it to quickly diminish when the vehicle starts up.
" I'm not sure how much farther this car is gonna go."
Trish looks over the gas gauge, the needle is much closer to the large E symbol than she would like. Corbin looks over at the oversize roadkill in front of them with an unreadable expression, a contrast to Darry's own befuddled one.
"Far enough."
Corbin reaches out her hand to place on Darry's shoulder, who only flinches away from the friend he thought he knew. Darry scoots as far up as he could away from her with his head facing forward as Trish runs over the creature one last time before speeding away. If he were to look behind his seat, he would've seen Corbin's hurt expression as if Darry wounded her and not the creature far behind them.
' I have a shit ton of explaining to do.'
Corbin wistfully thought to herself before shedding off her now torn hoodie, ripping up the shredded fabric into makeshift bandages for her still bleeding wounds. She pokes at the deep gash in her stomach, hissing to herself at the pain. Darry glances over at Corbin in the rearview mirror, now back to her usual appearance, as she dresses her stomach. Guilt stabs his chest at the sight of the wound bleeding through her bandages, knowing she got them defending him and his sister. She's not an enemy nor should any of the siblings treat her as such.
"I think there's some Advil in Trish's bag."
Corbin shoots Darry a small smile before digging through Trish's bag and taking out the capsule. Trish watches in the rearview mirror as Corbin downs three of the pills before getting back to her wounds. The eldest Jenner sibling grimaces at the sight of Corbin's leg with the gashes seemingly reaching bone.
"We'll take you to a hospital as soon as we can, okay?"
Corbin shakes her head as she finishes tying fabric around her lower leg.
"Doctors are nosey."
Trish responds in an unusually soft tone.
"Still, those wounds are going to need to be looked at."
"There's no need."
Darry gulps at the implication of his friend's words, recalling the small glimpse he got of her more inhumane appearance.
"Do you also...?"
Darry doesn't finish the sentence, the thought of his close friend eating tongues from severed heads and stitching up bodies in her home, made him want to hurl. Seeing his expression, Corbin quickly assures them.
"Not like he does,"
'Excuse me, he?'
Trish interrupts the blonde, who gives an annoyed glance at her. Thinking back, Trish supposes the thing resembles a man, so it would make sense it'd be male in whatever species it is.
'Does that mean... NOPE!'
Trish doesn't dwell on that thought, shaking her head to dislodge it from her brain. She did not wanna think of all its parts that a male humanoid would have, instead, she asks her friend.
"What are you exactly?"
Corbin only gives a shrug in response.
"I don't know, I just know that I am Corbin. I feed on humans, yes, but I do it to live not live to eat."
A weary expression cross covers her entire face, making the seemingly young woman they've been traveling with closer to her true age. Without her usual hoodie, both Jenner siblings are able to observe the hard-earned muscles that made up her body, making her bulkier than one would think at first glance. Lying beside her is the tail Darry saw earlier, only now he knows it belongs to her. The tail being fairly long and covered in the same black scales Darry saw earlier, however, it had two black fins parrel on either side at the end of the tail. When Darry reaches out to touch it, finding it to be smooth with a texture similar to pliable leather.
"It's actually kinda cool that you have one, Cor."
Corbin gives a chuckle in response, her smile almost contagious to the youngest Jenner sibling.
"Thanks."
A more comfortable silence befalls the trio as Trish continues her mission to find help.
"Since we can't take ninja girl to the hospital, the next best thing is to go to the police."
Darry and Corbin give Trish a doubtful expression to which she rolls her eyes at.
"Come on, they most likely have a phone so we can call mom and dad. And we're going to need to report that lady's death."
That gets the both of them to make sounds of agreement, to which Trish holds her head high over. Darry reaches for his bag in the back, taking out his college sweatshirt before handing it to Corbin.
"Here, can't go into a police station looking like you were in a death battle."
Corbin takes the clothing item from Darry's hand.
"Haha, but that fight did leave me peckish. I might just have to eat you."
Darry gives an awkward chuckle in response while his friend put on the shirt that was baggy over her figure.
"You're kidding right?"
Corbin only gives a grin in response with her green eyes shining with mirth. Trish then piques up over her shoulder, just able to spot building lights not too far ahead.
"You better be, or I WILL kick your ass myself."
Everyone bursts out in laughter over Trish's quip. The Jenner siblings witnessed a horrid monster eat a human tongue with his own teeth; move faster than they could keep track of; saw their close friend go toe to toe with him, who very much proved to be as dangerous; ran the creature over and then saw it had wings; then their close friend confessed to not even being human; yet, here Trish is a regular human girl, threatening to kick Corbin's ass if she were to eat her brother like she just forgot Corbin isn't even human. Call them crazy, but in this sort of situation, what's not to laugh about?
A/N: Dun Dun DUN! Corbin isn't actually human after all! Hope y'all enjoy this character so far. Comments, reblog, and likes are appreciated. Also you can find the original and its sequel on Wattpad under my username, JazzyHands02
Jeeper Creepers: Unexpected Turn of Events Chapter 5
NEVER MIND, THEY'RE DEAD AND TONGUE-TIED
Much to Corbin's annoyance with little relief, the two police officers that questioned her and Darry suggested the best course of action would be to escort all of them to Jenners. Both Trish and Darry jumped at the extra security while their friend viewed it more as cannon fodder to put between them and the unknown creep. Oh well, better them than Trish or Darry, in her opinion.
Corbin looks away from the window when Darry is the first to break the contemplative silence.
"How'd he get to the church and back to the diner so fast ?"
"What the hell was he doing with both of your clothes?"
Trish, behind the wheel, adds to the conversation, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the thought of their unknown assailant being some pervert who gets off to smelling boy shorts or panties. Darry doesn't answer, having no idea of the reasoning behind it, instead, following it up with an observation of his own.
" He drives fast, but not that fast."
Of course, the guy already has that thing souped up to go far faster than that decrypt hunk of metal has any right to be. There's no telling what other surprises it and its driver are hiding within the filthy tinted windows. He wouldn't be surprised if that guy were hiding a whole morgue worth of corpses in the back.
" Maybe he can leap tall buildings in a single bound or run at the speed of light."
Corbin shrugs from the back seat before respondingTrish.
"He'd have to be superhuman. Otherwise, the smell would've killed him."
Corbin's nose scrunches as the pungent odor of sweat and other body fluids permeates her senses. She frowns deeply at the bag containing Darry's laundry on the seat next to her before using the toe of her foot to push it as far away from herself as she can.
"I know it's already killing me."
Trish glances at the review mirror, having seen her friend push the odious trash bag.
"I pity your nostrils."
"Hey,"
Darry turns around to face Corbin with a hand up.
"it's not that bad."
The blonde gives an unamused frown to her long-time friend. Trish glances out of her peripheral vision with the same expression and sentiment.
"I swear brat, if that guy doesn't get to us first that smell is going to off one of us."
"That I can vouch for that fact."
Corbin piques up, much to Darry's amused disbelief.
"Come on now, at least I don't smell like that strip-o cop. I'm pretty sure that was perfume he used there,"
Trish rolls her eyes at Darry's change of subject. Deciding not to get into their debate, Corbin tunes out the siblings as she keeps her head on a swivel with her knee bouncing up and down. She glances over her shoulder, the police escort still following them at a steady pace before looking out the window on her right. Not much to see but the odd street lamp here and there with long grass as far as the eye can see. Maybe an odd car here and there, otherwise, there wasn't any other living being that Corbin could spot, except for the ravens dotting the sky.
With nothing else happening immediately, the blonde allowed her mind to wander a bit. Immediately, it goes to a familiar boyish face with a scar at the corner of his lip, and walks with a spring in his step in her mind's eye, which she immediately shakes away. Suddenly, those legs were gone, torn off from the explosion that rained gravel and debris on them both as everything went silent; somehow though, she knew she was screaming.
'Stop it. No time for crying now.'
Corbin quickly wipes at her eyes without facing either Darry or Trish as they continued to talk about whatever. Sparing them another look, she opts to start humming to herself to fill the background, the same song she would usually hum when she's sinking back into despair. A song to be optimistic and melancholic all in one. She continues to do so as she leans back against her seat, smiling to herself as she hears both Trish and Darry chuckle over whatever dumb comment he made.
'Nice to see them laugh again, after everything they've been through.'
Corbin's humming is interrupted when Darry switches on the radio.
"What, do I sound that awful?"
Darry sputters in response to Corbin's tease.
"N-no, just um just gonna put something else on."
Corbin didn't get to say anymore as the familiarity of the first lyric from one of the stations strike like lightning in Darry's brain.
"Jeepers,"
" That's the song!"
Darry shouts to both women, wildly gesturing to the radio. Trish looks over to her younger brother with her default mask of irritation.
"What's the matter with you?"
Trish asks sounding most annoyed with a hint of concern in her tone. Darry just turns up the volume in response, leading him to shout to be heard over the song.
"That's the same song tha-that the lady on the phone was playing! Listen it's the exact same one down to the lyrics!"
Darry hysterically cries out to his sister, who starts to appear uncomfortable with the situation. Seeing her friend freaking out again, Corbin puts a hand on his shoulder.
"We know, we know, we know. Just slow down maybe it's another,"
"No! Just listen! The words are the same, listen!"
Darry urges both of his traveling companions as the radio continues to play. Deciding to let Darry get it off his chest, for now, Corbin turns around to look behind Trish's car, having felt something is way off. Her jade eyes widen with her eyebrows shooting up to her forehead at the sight of a mostly shadowed figure standing on the roof of the police car!
The blonde somehow knew that the figure is the guy that's been chasing her and her companions for the last few hours. Somehow, without even seeing his own eyes, Corbin also knew he was staring right at them, waiting patiently.
"Jeepers Creepers,"
"Guys,"
Corbin started with fear laced into her tone as she tries to gain the siblings' attention, who is, unfortunately for her, occupying themselves on the song Darry was raving about.
"where'd you get those weepers?"
"Not now Corbin!"
Darry quickly turns around to shout at Corbin who barely holds back an irritated snarl in response. Darry doesn't seem to notice as he goes back to yelling at his sister.
"Guys!"
Corbin repeated fear laced in her voice, as she tries to shake their shoulders to gain their attention. Again, she's ignored. Clenching her jaws, she takes a look behind her to check their unknown assailant again, who seems to take a deep breath, puffing up his chest as does so. Disgust crawls down her spine, its spindly fingers reaching every nook and crevice throughout her entire being at that gesture alone. She quickly whirls around to face both siblings, this time, determined to be heard.
" She was playing this song to us, and said if we heard it,"
"SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT THE GODDAMN SONG!"
Corbin practically roars out so loudly, that Darry covers his ear, having gotten the full brunt of it.
"Cor-"
Trish didn't even get to finish her first word before said blonde starts up again.
"We're being chased by a fucking psychopath right now! I'm pretty sure that's more important than a damn parody by whatever forgettable band!"
Darry and Trish then shout in surprise at something bouncing off the windshield before landing on the ground. Trish immediately hits the breaks, causing the car to swerve in circles. Corbin latches her hands onto both twins for dear life, her heart just about ready to burst out of her ribcage as her muscles tense up. The car finally stops, simultaneously as the police car parks just behind them. The trio starts to breathe heavily from the shock, Corbin still having a death grip on the two siblings before removing them to smooth back hair and straighten the bandanna she's wearing. Unbeknownst to her, both the Jenner siblings silently agreed to get out of the car to investigate, opening their doors and heading out before their friend could interject. Corbin gives a frustrated sigh.
"Didn't those two learn their lesson, already?"
Corbin grumbles to herself before following Trish and Darry. She walks cautiously and slowly in the same direction the siblings were going to the police car. There's not much noise at first, save for the muffed chatter from the radio transmitter. Neither Corbin nor Darry gets closer than six feet from the vehicle, able to spot a silhouetted figure inside on the driver's seat. It's Trish who dares take another step closer to the crashed vehicle.
"Hey! You okay in there?"
She shouts as she continues to shuffle her way towards the car, much to both her brother and friend's dismay.
'Sure, go poke your nose in something that's none of your business. It worked out sooo well before!'
Corbin gets ready to rush forward and grab Trish if need be, only to turn around as she caught a whiff of something that smells strongly of iron. She observes Trish's car to see a dark stain on the roof where the head bounced off. Darry stares as he watches Corbin dipped two fingers on the stain and observes the liquid on her long digits. Now raised into the light from the billboard, he could see the liquid had a red tinge to it, however, that's not what disturbs him the most. Corbin smells the blood on her fingers and then, to his immense horror and disgust, licks it. Licks it! As if it was nothing more than ketchup to her!
'Was that lady onto something about her?'
He ponders only to then spot Corbin's face scrunching in disgust before wiping the blood on her jeans. He shakes away his earlier thought as he scolds himself internally for almost believing a random woman on the phone over his faith in his close gal pal. However, there's still the matter of his older sister approaching the crashed vehicle.
"Trish?"
Darry calls to his sister, as they both turn their attention back towards Trish's direction, as she continues to stalk toward the police car.
" I said, hello!'
Trisha shouts again, frustration over the lack of response helping to hide the ever-growing dread crawling up her spine. Within all their minds, a small voice that's as old as the human race and would usually pique up in moments like this, urges them all, concurrently, to do one thing. Runaway.
"Get back in the car."
Her brother is the first to speak, urging her to listen to that instinct and get out of dodge. Trish doesn't listen, so it's up to Corbin to take the initiative.
" Patricia Gina Jenner, you get back in the car this instant young lady! Do you hear me?!"
Corbin desperately demands Trish, who only now stops at the horrific sight in front of her. She and her brother share the same wide-eyes and gaping mouth reaction at the policeman's head, lying on the side of the road near the vehicle. The head having evidently being cleanly cut off. The door to the police car opens; acting fast, Corbin grabs Trish by the arm before pulling her back to the car with Darry. Trish just lets her, not even minding that it felt like her arm almost felt like it's been pulling out its socket as she gets back into the driver's seat.
They all watched with bated breaths, as a man-shaped figure stepped out of the car, then closed the door behind him. The figure's features were mostly obscured by the shadows of the night, and only through the billboard's light were they able to see the figure had white coarse looking hair. The figure walks to the decapitated head as he whistles the tune, they all immediately recognized it as "Jeepers Creepers".
'Well isn't he cheerful over murder?'
Corbin thought dryly, observing as the figure then crouches down to pick up the head in front of the billboard, that read "Tastes so good!" before deeply inhaling at it as if it's the most delectable aroma he ever breathed.
"What is that?"
Darry frightfully whispers, watching in stunned terror at the scene in front of him. The figure continues to smell the head until he puts where his mouth is onto the head's mouth seemingly trying to dig for something with his own teeth.
'Is he eating it, or making out with it?'
Corbin speculates to herself, finding herself barely phased all things considered. The Jenner siblings, on the other hand, didn't share this thought as Trish breathes out in disbelief.
"I'm not seeing this."
Trish tries to convince herself, wishing nothing more than all of this she's seeing is a dream, that she can wake from. Wake up to see her brother driving, as Corbin sarcastically tells her "Well looks like Sleeping Beauty didn't need a prince to wake up, eh?" Wake up to see them all at her parent's house, this whole thing behind them. But only,
This is not a nightmare that she can escape.
" What is he doing?"
Trish demands as some tears leak from her eyes, feeling her throat closing up on her. They all watch as the figure then proceeds to, rip the head's tongue out with his teeth. The siblings watched in shock, which Corbin saw all over their faces.
"Go."
Trish gets the memo, frantically starting up her car. The ignition being frustratingly too slow to start up.
" Go go go !"
Corbin shouts at Trish, who only snaps back.
" I'm trying!"
This time, it's both Corbin and Darry who shout in unison to urge Trish to get them the hell out of there.
" GO, GO, GO!"
To Trish, it seemed like more than just those two were shouting at her to take action as her own being screeches for her to just floor it and don't look back.
( ? pov )
As I open the back of my truck and proceeded to dump one of my newest victims in, my mind wandered back to what I just saw. It seems to me that my intended female is protecting the two meats with her, for now. Shame if she's really just here to steal my own prey, as I'll have no choice but to kill her myself. However, I can't jump to any conclusions now. Patience is key to waiting for the right moment to strike and reap the awards.
I tap at my head with both my hands, realizing I almost forgot my hat. Luckily, it wasn't too far from my recent meal. Oh wait, can't forget leftovers or potential art supplies! I simply scoop up the decapitated head before tossing it in the back. As I sat in the driver's seat, I assess what I've gathered so far.
My intended female is unclaimed and starving, also young; it's reasonable to presume she doesn't exactly know whose territory it is. A simple show of dominance is in order, when the dust has settled I'll make my offer. Either be my mate or be considered a rival that must be disposed of. Hopefully, if she has enough sense, she'll go with the first as she's undoubtedly a valuable asset in many ways. At the thought of her, I take out her clothing article from my pocket to hold in my claws. I close my eyes as I deeply inhale her scent again, letting euphoria take over for a bit. I couldn't help but think back to her rosy cheeks, milky skin, her striking eyes, those soft locks, and those delicious-looking lips. I wonder what she looks like, without her disguise.Oh God! I just want to be near her, and cover her in my scent as I claim her to show the world.
As for the meats, it is a shame to not have a little fun and let more fear build within them, knowing a predator is right after them. This should be an amusing hunt...
A/N: Hope y'all enjoy it. It warms my heart to read your comments. I'm so glad you like it!😁 Oh and I just made up Trisha's middle name, using her actress instead. Remember to show respect to others and remember I only own Corbin. Also first chapter of the New Year! Hope y'all enjoy it! Stay weird, my fellow humans.
“My name is Trisha Jenner, and this time when it comes, I will destroy the thing that killed my brother. So...come and get me you son of a bitch.” -Trish Jenner
