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The early morning light mostly lights the entrance halls, another day for the Poho County Police Station. Except, if you were to look further back the bloodstains and broken glass act as clear evidence of last night's activities, which most officers want to just forget and go back to dealing with regular carjackers. Darry and Trish didn't share the same desire, even as shaken and mentally scarred as they are, they refuse to forget the sacrifice their dear friend made for them both.
Darry attempts to comfort his sister by rubbing her back, although he could think of nothing to say that could alleviate them both; having neither the words for comfort or a quip. Trish crouches over on the bench she's currently seated at, gripping tightly at the green bandana in her hands. Her grip over it being so strong that the police didn't dare to take the piece of paraphernalia away as evidence. Neither sibling look up or acknowledge when Jezelle comes through the front door towards them.
"Your folks just pulled up outside." r
Unsurprisingly, silence is what she's greeted with and it's the silence mixed with tension that falls between them for a while. An uncomfortable mixture that made Darry break it first.
"Looks like this answers my question."
Jezelle nods in agreement, licking her chapped lips before speaking.
"I guess so."
As if awakening from a long slumber, Trish blinks her eyes to rid herself of some of the grogginess that built up behind them. Still, like her brother, she doesn't look Jezelle directly in the eyes.
"You saw it was Darry, didn't you? He was the one screaming in the dark while listening to that song."
She's not sure if she could stand the pity and sadness she knows the psychic holds for them with her soft brown eyes.
"You also saw a second path, didn't you? But you didn't say anything because it seemed too crazy to be true."
Jezelle looks down in shame and remorse with the morning light helping to elongate the shadow covering her facial features. Both Jenner siblings didn't need to shift their gazes to know about the tears forming in the older woman's eyes.
"That girl rewrites all the rules, but I didn't know if she can rewrite fate definitely. Though I'm just a crazy old woman, ask anybody around here, they'll tell you,"
Jezelle gives a long weary sigh, silently watching the two siblings get up from the bench.
"just a crazy woman, with crazy dreams."
She trails off in a dejected tone which Trish is barely able to catch, by the time she and Darry walk out the front door. Darry takes the moment to close his eyes and just feel the slight breeze on his face, breathing in the cool morning air deeply.
"Aaa! Aaa! Aaa!"
Darry opens his eyes at the croaking of a passing raven, its dark figure standing out against the clear sky. Trish looks up to her left as it flies by her field of vision; she feels another stab of guilt in her heart at the strong reminder of the friend she failed to save.
' I'm so so so sorry for being so weak...'
Trish twists the bandana in her hand while tightly clenching her jaws. At that moment, Trish Jenner swore to never be anyone's prey ever again, to exact vengeance for those who were that thing's prey. She'll drag it to hell with her if she has to.
The raven that flew past the Jenner siblings, keeps his one eye on the condemned meat factory in the distance. He flies past the surrounding crows and ravens gathered around the building. Instinctively, he follows the familiar presence through the many holes in the building, past the dripping rusty pipes, then glides down the stairs where he could fully hear an old upbeat jazz tune playing.
"All those weepers.
How they hypnotize
Ramada, Ramada, Rama da da"
The one-eyed raven didn't need to look too hard for his favorite person, finding her curled up in the dryest spot she could find. Corbin sat huddled in the nook in the wall, with her back to the wall with one arm around her legs and the other holding a photo.
'I can already tell that I'm gonna be sick of this song.'
She frowns in the direction of where she knows her "mate" is working on Darry's replacement. A small croak catches Corbin's attention, lessening her frown slightly into an almost smile at the small comfort the Corvus brought.
"Sar si sogodi, Beowulf?"
Beowulf gives another croak and nods his head, confirming to the inhuman woman that all is well for her friends. Some tension visibly leaves Corbin, who then unwraps her arm from her legs to rub a thumb over the necklace she wore. She then looks down at the photo she held in her other hand, the dim candlelight illuminating showing her and Darry celebrating Trish's high school graduation. Those were good times, simpler times, times she knows she can't go back to unless she wishes to bring Darry to an early grave.
"In their eyes"
Corbin furiously rubs her eyes as tears unwillingly starts spilling, the instrumental phase of the song playing in the background. She gives a sniffle before doing her best to keep her expression neutral when spotting the Creeper approaching her. She keeps her chin up as she lets her eyes convey the loathing she holds for him. The only other physical indicator of her scorn being the twitching of her tail. The Creeper doesn't show any reaction to his new mate's displeasure, instead, gesturing to his worktable with a tilt of his head.
"Golly gee, where'd you get those heaters on?
Whoa is me, time to put my cheaters on."
He then offers a hand to Corbin, who rejects it with a huff and a flick of her tail; however, she still complies and removes herself from the nook. She walks in front of the Creeper who follows close by to their destination, which Corbin huffs at and gets up by herself following him to the table. The inhuman woman mentally wills herself to not turn around and claw out his stolen orbs, but Corbin knew that would be unwise in her current weakened state.
"Jeepers, creepers.... Where'd ya get them peepers?
Oh, those weepers.... How they hypnotize
Where did ya get those"
When they both come in front of the table, the Creeper then reaches into a small crudely handmade bowl containing two eyes, handing one of them to Corbin before taking the other. He then leans forward to rub his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling Corbin's scent with a drawn-out satisfied sigh. He lifts his head slightly, his hot putrid breath brushing against her ear with each drawn out, deep and gravely with a hint of a southern accent.
"You... uphold... vows?"
I willingly accept you as my mate. Spare the other humans here, especially Darius and Patricia. As long as you promise to uphold it, I vow to support, provide, and treat you as you would do for me. Do you accept?
Corbin finds herself clawing her free hand before digging it into her palms. She takes a breath before exhaling.
"You promise then?"
The Creeper retreats his head from his mate's shoulder to give her a firm nod. Both cryptids maintaining intense eye contact, neither breaking it to submit.
"Yessss..."
Corbin rolls the eye she has between her fingers.
"Then I accept."
Corbin then swallows the eye at the same time as The Creeper. She blinks and found that she can now see out of her formerly damaged left eye. The Creeper watches in fascination as Corbin's green left eyes to morph into her natural amber coloration. He gives out a satisfied purr before licking the dried blood around her left eye. Corbin forces herself to return the sound with her own, straining to keep it up as the realization of being stuck with this monstrous brute for both of their long lives.
"Golly where'd ya get those
Where did ya get those eyes?"
A/N: Let me know if y'all would like to read the next installment here on Tumblr. And if you want to read more before I can publish it, the next one is right here on Wattpad. Where you can find me under the username, JazzyHands02.
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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
Octavia isn’t one to turn down the spotlight. However, she isn’t that fond of people seeing her face. You’ll just have to see one of her circus’s shows to see it…😈😈😈
This isn’t a fanart or the like of some preexisting IP. This is MY work alone. From the line work to the coloring, using Procreate. It’s just a brief three panel comic to give a little sneak peek for the Ring Master and the puppeteer of the Oddity Circus, both the circus and the anthology series. I’m just so glad to have finally completed this, after months of college!!!😄
