No Direction

Chapter VIII: Confrontation

The night was pitch black, not a star in the sky. Having picked up the rest, Niall drove their recaptured bus across the long road, reaching closer and closer to the cabin. The direction Jeff the Killer came from to run over Louis obviously meant that it was the direction they shouldn't go to, therefor Niall new which way to go. With the windshield broken, Niall's blonde hair gracefully flowed in the cool wind. During the drive, Liam thought it was best to ducktape Jeff's mouth as his constant laughing was a real annoyance. It was all he could do.

"So why can't we chuck the Michael Jackson joker out of the window?" Liam said.

"Just want to see something." Niall said, calmly.

"It was.... Louis..... Not me...." Zayne whispered to himself with eyes as big as his head.

"We need some good atmospheric air in 'ere, guys." Harry said, opening the window next to his seat. Louis was in bad shape, bandaged up and resting in the backseat. Liam tried as best as he could to take care of Louis, but there was virtually nothing he could do.

"D-don't worry Louis, we-we're almost free of our torment." Liam said, shaking. Louis couldn't talk anymore, all he could do is moan. Harry and Zayne were the only two who were oblivious to the situation they were in. So Louis was suffering, Liam was about to lose it, Harry was insane, and Zayne was mentally disturbed. In a way, the Creepypastas had taken down One Direction. Except for Niall. Niall's energy was to the max, ready to burn "Lady Creepypasta" into ashes.

"Guys, guys, look, lookity look, Jeff gone, come over ere', lightbulb man!" Harry cried out, pointing at the spot Jeff the Killer had laid. Niall set the bus to cruise control and examined the body that was replaced with Jeff's.

"He lost his form. Finally." Niall said. Turning the body over on its back and removing the patch of ducktape. Everyone was surprised towards the sight, especially Zayne, who had remained in fetal position since getting on the bus, screaming and repeatedly hitting his back against the wall.

"Hey guys, when we were about to go to Ireland and that guy took our picture, we said Nessie. However, the Nessie's from Scotland." Harry said.

"It's Mitchel Musso!" Liam exclaimed.

"Hmm, strange." Niall thought to himself. "I thought at first he was using Ben's body, but it looks like these creatures have more of a taste in celebrities."

"Niall, behind your head!" Zayne cried out, pointing behind Niall. A humanoid monster appeared, naked and wielding claws.

"Look out!" Liam shouted. The creature jumped on Niall's back and pushed him face forward into the floor. But Niall rolled over and was able to pin the creature down, turning the tables.

"I thought you'd put up more of a fight, mate." Niall said. He pulled the pen form of his Staff of Light and turned it into a pistol. But the creature swung his claws around, scratching Niall into a bloody mess which caused him to back off. Walking over to the front of the bus, Niall was still aiming at the creature. "My pet cat hurts me more than you, Rake." The Rake ran towards Niall, several bullets being fired into it, but still hellbent on Niall's demise. At the last second, Niall dodged the Rake's attack and pushed him back out of the way he came in. Hanging onto the bumper, the Rake was able to crawl back, but Niall delivered a clean headshot that caused the monster to fall off the edge of the bus, finally getting run over.

"Phew..." Niall said, wiping the blood and sweat off his forehead. "I better keep the Staff of Light as a gun just incase anything like that happens." Putting the trusty weapon in his pocket, Niall regenerated himself and grabbed a clean white T-Shirt to wear and discarded his old one. "Ahh, I feel invincible. But I know Emily Myles is just trying to waste my energy by making me expel her minions away from our realm. However, I just need them to get out of my sight.