Come Midnight

Hey! While I am at work with my Scarface fic, I thought I'd give you a little preview of things to come. This is a oneshot that I wrote, while feeling inspired by the Jeepers Creepers film. I thought that the events herein are what should happen. I read that the creeper is the son of a demon called Marchosias, (Tanx, Wikipedia ! ^_^ )so, I incorporated that into what I wrote here. Hope ya like it, please REVIEW it!!! Here it be.

* ~Come Midnight~ *

I don't sleep. Not anymore. I have no sleep left in me. For so long, I sat in a rusted pipe, a hundred miles from civilization, where my soul was trapped. It's been...23 days since I died. 23 days from the day I was put there, in that abandoned plant.

I watched him fly off somewhere, and then I watched him come back, with victims. I've seen him do to them what he did to me. I know their pain. I sensed their suffering. I saw what parts of them he took, internally and externally. As their spirits left their bodies, they were frantically searching for a way out. Some of them would be searching for eternity, while others realized that there was nowhere to go. And then they found me.

They asked me to help them find away out of that place, and I told them I would. They toldl me they wanted revenge. That they wanted back what he stole from them, legs, arms, hearts; among other things. I told these spirits that I could help them do that. Slowly I took their energy, and I took advantage of their suffering, as they poured all of their fears, thoughts, and emotions into me. And I became stronger. I trapped those spirits under me, and from then on, the answered to me.

I said to them, “We're gonna get him. We will take what is ours.”

“Jeepers, Creepers, Where'd ya get those peepers? Jeepers, Creepers, Where'd ya get those eyes?”

I know why he played that song while he was killing me. He thought it would be funny. A nice little joke for him. But I'll have the last laugh. Let me tell you why.
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The night after I died, his father, Marchosias, came to me as I huddled in my rusted pipe. “How would you like to sell yourself to me?”, he said. “If you do, you can take back your eyes.” In any other instance, I'd have said no, and told him to go away. But this time, was different. I was eager to get my revenge.

Why the fuck should I care about a soul?? My eyes were gone, the very essence of my soul. Marchosias, dark master of the underworld, made his offer sound so sweet. “I will take you away from this old plant”, he said softly.

“I will give you power you have never dreamed of, more power than any living mortal can possibly comprehend. You will command the dead as your own army; and with all your fury, bring apart my most powerful son.” I could not see the demon speak to me, because I was blind of course. I could only listen to him. And I asked him why he wanted to destroy his son. “I know what's in it for me”, I whispered, “What's in it for you?”

“He has run his coarse,” The demon said. “No one can have more power than I. But never you mind that. At midnight, you will set about your plan for vengeance. But take heed, for then you will forever belong to me, and serve me.” I shook with the anticipation of wreaking havoc on the Creeper, this demon's son. I was ready to make him feel the pain he made me feel, and so much more. I agreed to sell Marchosias my soul, because I would have done anything for revenge. “I'll do it...I'm prepared.”

“Very well, Darius. Until you can take your eyes again, I will give you sight anyway.”

And so, with a snap of his fingers, Marchosias allowed me to see that he looked something like a man, fur all over, with the legs of a bull, and the horns of a ram, and with a the head and tail of a mighty lion.
With black craters in the place of my eyes, I gazed at his magnificence. “Come midnight”, he said once more, “You will have taken the souls of others, and gained your power. And you will no longer be a part of this place.”

He kept good on his promise, and well, here I am now. Master of a legion of lost souls, who are many. I look a little different now, given that my eyes are gone, and my skin has no color, but that's ok. I have left the old plant, and now I stay under the soil, in a little lair where my dear ol' friend sleeps. I wait for his time to run out after every 23 days, and for him to come to the lair, to sleep.

At times I go out, and hide inside the trees surrounding the house where I once lived. I stay their for hours, just to watch my woman, she with the reddish-brown hair and temperamental nature. Yeah, I'll take her back too.

But when my killer goes underground to rest, I sneak up close to him, and get inside his head, and scratch around the walls of his skull. Who would have thought he'd whimper. Before I finally let him sleep, I whisper him a little message. I say,

“Your time is still running short, bub. And one day, I'll chew you up myself.”

END.


I know it was short, but that's all I have in me for the time bein'. What better way to destroy something that eats humans, than to have it get eaten in turn! Does anyone else find that funny?
Anyhoo, hope you liked it. There will be more to come when the time is right. Now if ya have any thoughts, speak out! Bon-appatite!