Jeepers Creepers: unexpected turn of events(Rewritten)

Chapter 5: Never mind, They're Dead and Tongue-Tied(rewritten)

Again I only own Corbin, and the alterations I made to the story. I don't own Jeepers Creepers or the images. Let me know what ya'll think of it so far? Not to OOC for the Creeper? I hope ya'll are safe, and to keep hanging on. Sorry, I posted this part early, by accident, so this will have a lot of changes done to it as you read.

( 3rd person's pov )

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.