Jeepers Creepers 3 1/2: End Game

Part Four

Daniel spins the car around and drives up the road. “An archangel? What’s the difference between them and regular angels?”
“Well, they’re higher in rank and tend to be less…benevolent. This one seems to be very temperamental.”
“No shit, Sherlock! I don’t want to be chased around by a pissy archangel AND a demon!” Daniel snaps.
“You guys weren’t kidding,” Tyrese mutters softly.
“Umm…no,” Samantha answers holding onto the door tightly. She looks back out the window at the blond chasing them. “Daniel, he’s gaining.”
“I cannot go any faster or I’m not going to be able to control the damn car!” Daniel says irritably, “I am doing the best I can.”
“Well, then we’re going to be blown up because he’s really, really gaining on us.”
Daniel inwardly curses. This was getting way too sci-fi for him to cope with. He speeds up as much as he can while on a road riddled with turns that would kill someone going his speed if it were slick and there were other drivers around. Another bend is the only thing that saves the car from being hit and trees explode. “Fuck, people are DEFINTIELY going to start noticing,” he mutters.
“Yeah, well I’d hope so,” Samantha comments, “Exploding trees are NOT indigenous to this country…or planet for that matter.”
“Why can’t ANYTHING go right?” Adrian grumbles as the car swerves making him and Erica collide, “I am really getting tired of running all over the place.”
“You and me both, babe,” Daniel tells him, “Hold on, the turn’s about to get MUCH sharper.” He jerks the steering wheel to right and the car manages to get around the steep curve without flying off into the trees lining it.
“Jesus Christ, what the HELL is its problem?” Erica grouses.
“When it stops trying to incinerate us, you can ask him,” Daniel responds as he turns onto an empty road. He was trying to get the pissed-off creature out of the view of as many innocent bystanders as he possibly could…and to keep anymore innocents from being murdered than there already were.
“Umm, stupid question here, but are you gay?” Tyrese asks from the backseat.
Daniel rolls his eyes. “Yes, and the auburn haired male beside me is my boyfriend. If you have a problem with it, don’t say a damn word or I will have you thrown out of my damn car!”
“Okay, okay…Jeez, man, I was just asking!”
“Then don’t sound judgmental!” Daniel snaps back at him.
“Man, you sure ARE testy.”
“Yeah, well wait until you meet Creeper. Then you’ll understand,” Daniel mutters.
“Creeper?”
“The damn demon that’s chasing us around, too,” Daniel retorts.
Before Tyrese can comment, the radio changes songs. “Jeepers, creepers, where’d you get those peepers? Jeepers, creepers, where’d you get those eyes?”
“Damn!” Madison curses, “We definitely DON’T need him right now!”
“Umm…since when do classical stations play that song?”
“They don’t,” Adrian says softly, “It means Creeper’s coming.”
Before Tyrese can ask anymore questions, Daniel slams on the brakes. “Fuck, Daniel, what was THAT?!” Madison snaps.
Daniel doesn’t answer, he honks the horn before rolling down the window and yelling, “Get out of the DAMN road, you psychopathic bastard!”
“Oh yes, that’s going to help,” Erica mutters. Daniel ignores her and honks the horn again as he looks in the rearview mirror and sees the archangel closing in.
“Damn you, GET OUT OF THE ROAD!”
“Daniel, why are you talking to him? He’s not going to listen,” Adrian says softly.
“Great, we get killed by an archangel because the damn demon won’t get out of the damn road…this is beyond pathetic!”
Samantha looks back out the window where the archangel is and finds the male standing quite still in the air. “Umm, I think he just noticed the demon,” she comments, “And he REALLY doesn’t look happy.”
Daniel sighs. “Great, he’s probably going to blame this on us, too.”
“Well that will solve the problem of the demon,” Erica mutters.
“And then the archangel will chase us around until he kills us,” Adrian grumbles, “Wonderful.”
Daniel suddenly pushes the gas pedal and floors it. His reasoning is clear as the demon goes over the hood of the car back towards the archangel. “There, now maybe those two can kill each other and leave us in peace,” the male mutters ignoring the dented front of the car.
“You just hit that demon,” Tyrese says, “You didn’t even think about what that would do to your car.”
“I don’t care at that much about this car. I am more worried about getting away from those creatures and going somewhere safe with my boyfriend!”
“So you aren’t that concerned about the rest of us?” Erica demands.
“Don’t push me, bitch!” Daniel snaps, “YOU’RE the one who got us into this mess! Maybe I should be a bit more concerned about the rest of you but I am not all that fond of any of you. If more time passes, I just may decide you’re all worth worrying about but until then…shut the hell up and be glad that you are still in the damn vehicle!”
Erica stares at him from around Adrian. Her mouth is in an ‘O’ as if she’s surprised at how pissed off at her he is. “Just keep silent,” Madison tells her, “He has a right to want to kill you so keep that in mind, too.”
“Jeez, Samantha, how did you get caught up in all this?” Tyrese asks.
Samantha sighs before saying, “I think I chose the wrong friend.”
“Hey!” Erica protests.
“What? You ARE annoying and you ARE the reason that thing is following us around!”
the car jerking to the left quiets their arguments. Adrian holds on for dear life as Daniel sends the car around more steep turns going well over a safe speed. “Dammit, what’s wrong?”
“We’re being chased again,” he retorts looking in the side mirror, “Angel-boy is after us once more.”
“Where’s the demon?”
“If he’s intelligent…back in hell.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Erica demands.
“It means that if I were him, I’d get as far away from the blond psychopath as I possibly can.”
“Yeah, well I don’t want the blonde psychopath chasing US either!”
“Sorry, baby, but that looks like the way it is. Hold on everyone, I am going to try to lose him and hope that everyone else stays out of the fucking way!” Immediately after saying this, Daniel turns a hard left sending everyone sideways. Trying to maneuver the car around the sharp turns was tricky at best and while doing it to avoid lightning was even harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he grits out as he yanks the steering wheel left and right struggling with the unfamiliar landscape.
A rather sharp curve in the road sends the car off into the grass. The car screeches to a halt, sputters angrily, and dies. “Shit,” Daniel says softly.
“This cannot be good,” Tyrone comments.
“Shut up!” Daniel snaps as he struggles to turn on the car. “DAMMIT!” he yells as he tries futilely to get the car to start.
“Maybe we should get out of the car,” Samantha suggests.
“I agree with her, let’s get the hell out of here before he blows the car up,” Madison says unbuckling her seat belt.
Daniel reluctantly turns the car off and unbuckles his and Adrian’s belts before opening the door and drawing him out behind him. The group barely manages to get far enough away from the vehicle before it blows up. “Jesus, he really ISN’T happy,” Tyrone gripes.
“Really?” Daniel sneers back as he helps Adrian back onto his feet, “I have no idea what might have been your first clue!”
“Guys, now is NOT the time for this!” Samantha argues, “We need to get out of here and find a way to get away from the archangel.”
“I didn’t think that was a priority,” Daniel mutters irritably.
“You are not going anywhere!” a cold voice states, “Not until you tell me why you have dragged me here.”
Turning, the group sees the archangel standing there looking exceedingly aggravated. “Now, humans!”
“Jeez, patient, much?” Daniel mutters.
A sword appears in his hand and is pressed against the male’s throat before he can blink. Swallowing, Daniel wonders if he would be able to speak with a sword poking him. Thankfully, Adrian takes initiative. “I apologize for disturbing you but…we have a demonic…thing that we need your help with.”
The archangel snorts. “You humans are incredibly annoying. I don’t see why I should waste my time with something so trivial as helping you do anything.”
“Look if you don’t help us stop it, a lot of people are going to die!” Adrian protests.
“And what should I care about a bunch of mortals who are going to die eventually?”
“Because they are being murdered,” Adrian tells him, “This isn’t right!”
The male snorts again. “You are not convincing me, child.”
“Are all you archangels this prickly?” Tyrone demands, “Innocent people are dying and it isn’t convincing you?”
The archangel’s green eyes narrow. “Do not push me, little mortal.”
“Or you’ll what? Whatever you can do cannot be anymore violent than what we will face with that thing chasing us around!” Madison snaps.
“I do NOT need to be patronized by the likes of you, girl,” the archangel hisses.
“Then HELP us!” Madison snaps back at him squaring her shoulders.
“I do NOT help stupid mortals who are too inexperienced with things that do not concern them. Your demon is no one’s problem but YOURS!” he retorts angrily.
“Please,” Adrian cuts in pleadingly, “Please, we need your help.”
The emerald-eyed being glares at him but something in his gaze shifts. “Why is it that you mortals are always putting yourselves in these stupid predicaments?” he sighs.
“Does the why matter? Please, just help us,” Adrian begs softly. He meets the archangel’s gaze with his own, “Please…don’t leave us alone like this.”
“Fine, but it’s only because you are obnoxious beyond measure,” the archangel mutters with the air of one who is definitely not being honest but is trying to save face.
“Thank you,” Adrian murmurs gratefully, “My name’s Adrian, what’s yours?”
“Vega,” the archangel responds, “My name is Vega.”
“I again apologize, Vega, for drawing you into this conflict…we just were in some desperate need for help.”
Vega stares at the male before him and wonders when the universe had tilted on its axis because he could almost claim that the boy was charming…almost. He scowls again for good measure before he turns and takes off.
“Well, that went well,” Daniel mutters.
“It could have been worse, he could have incinerated us where we stand!” Madison tells him.
“Well, at least your boyfriend knows how to charm pissy immortals,” Tyrese comments snickering, “I wonder if he’ll get followed around by Vega now, too.”
Adrian groans softly. “I am NOT trying to get followed around by every immortal that happens to get dragged into our idiocies. Now, what are we going to do?”
“Well, we should just head home. That archangel can deal with the demon.”
“Vega,” Adrian says nonchalantly, “His name is Vega.”
“I don’t care if his name is Fred. He had better kill that demon,” Erica mutters.
“Personally BEFORE he finds out that to stay awake he needs to kill you,” Samantha points out.
Adrian looks the way the blond had disappeared in. “Don’t tell me that you are worried about the archangel,” Daniel tells him.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this…that’s all. I just don’t like dragging someone else into danger.”
“Well, we didn’t ask to have to deal with a crazy demon, either.”
“Still…” Adrian murmurs.
“Adrian, he’s an archangel. He’ll be fine,” Madison cuts in, “Now let’s get ourselves to some semblance of civilization and try not to freak everyone in an eighteen mile radius about this. He’ll be fine.”
“And what if he’s not? What if he gets killed by Creeper?” Adrian demands, “Then that will be OUR fault!”
Daniel wraps his arms around him. “I know your concern, Adrian, and I can agree with that but…as of right now, we don’t have a choice. We cannot beat that thing. We are mortal…and very fragile when compared to that hell-spawned thing.”
Adrian sighs. “I still don’t feel right about this.”
“I know that, babe.”