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All hanging from mounted hooks, the weapons clanking and tinkling together with the movement of the truck.
Blades all stained by an eternity of atrocities. The creature appears now. Its now on the roof of the building.
Darry staring in horror at it from the truck window. Even at this distance, caught in his terrifying, demon-blind glare.

"What the hell are you waiting for?", Trish asks. Darry grapples the sticky gear shift again, tries to get it in first.

The gears grind, shrieking as if they were souls being tortured.

The creature vaults forward. Leaping impossibly off the roof of the building and onto the roof of Jezelle's winnebago.

It lands on its feet. It glares at Darry, starting across the parking lot.

Not on the ground, he has leapt into the air and is leaping from police car roof to police car roof with each stride.

"Hang on!", Darry says.

Damned gears. They grind away.

Trish staring back, the creature leaping from car to car like some nightmare gymnast.
His tattered coat flapping like dark, distressed wings. Darry finally forces the gearshift forward.
Hes not sure if hes in the first gear or not. He guns it. It lurches roughly and stops. It must be in second.

The creature hits one final car top and vaults into space, directly at them.

"Darry!", Trish says. The truck lurches forward again. Moving now but not fast.

The creature then smacks into the side of the van. His face rearing up into Darry's window.

He stares in. Darry terrified, still trying to get up speed. "Give me something!", Darry yells.
Trish gets out of her seat. The truck lurching again. It throws her into the back. She tries to get her balance.
Spears and battle axes clanging all around her. The creature rakes its claw-like fingers across the glass in a circular motion.

It slices into the window with a horrible shrieking sound. "Give me something!", Darry hisses.

The creature rears his hand back, ready to strike the circle it has scored into the glass. "Trish...", Darry says.

Right as it goes to strike, something pulls it up onto the roof. Its now Alex and this creature on the roof of the truck.

"Its me youre after. Let them go and take me. I will go willingly. Leave them be.", Alex tries to convince him to leave Darry and Trish.

In the truck, something smacks into the palm of Darry's palm. He doesnt even take time to see what it is.
He keeps it on his lap. Theres now a bunch of commotion up above. Banging all around up above.
    Darry and Trish look in all their mirrors. They see something in black being flung off the truck. 

     "What the-", Darry says. "What?", Trish says. "I think Alex kicked it off the truck. I just saw it fly off the truck.", Darry says.

    The back of the truck opens up. Trish immediately turns back and Darry looks in the rear view mirror.

   "He should be gone now.", Alex says, crawling in through the back. He closes the back.

    "We should be fine. If anything, we have all these weapons.", Alex says. They manage to catch their breath.
      They continue to drive this heavy truck. A fate bang is heard but its so soft. Only Alex heard it. Alex looks in the mirrors.
     Thats when he sees him. "Shit...", Alex says. "What?", Trish asks. "He caught up.", Alex says. Darry looks out his window.

    He comes eye to eye with the creature once again. Darry takes the object Trish handed him.

    The creature strikes the window. Darry throws the item.

    It hits the creature directly in the face with a small combination hatchet/hammer.

    Glass has flown everywhere as the creature drops off the truck once again. He crashes to the earth as Darry speeds away.

   "Yes!", Darry says. Trish and Alex watches. They want to smile too. They want to shout with joy like Darry.

    "Motherfucker!", Alex hisses. Alex looks out the back windows and Trish looks out her window.
    They see the dazed creature raising his head. It stares after them as they get  further and further away.
    Darry guns the engine. The truck is really moving now. Roaring away from the sheriff's building and down the empty two lanes.

    "Darry...", Trish says. A warning from sis. Darry looks out the rear view mirror. They all see the distant creature in on his feet now.

    Hes running. Running right towards them. Darry has a more manic smile on his face. "Hes kidding right?", he asks.

    Alex watches him. Hes sprinting after them. Hes sprinting like hell.

    "Hes not getting smaller!", Trish says. He is actually gaining on them. His legs a blur of darkness he is coming so fast.
     Darry checks the speedometer. The truck is doing 120 miles an hour. The creature is gaining on them.
    "You mother...", Darry says. Darry's foot flattening the gas pedal to the floor board. The old truck shakes and quakes at this velocity.

    The spears and axes clanking noisily. Then another impossible nightmare.

    The sprinting creature, without slowing down, throws himself forward like an acrobat doing a tumble.

    But when he completes his flip, he lands on his feet again. He uses the momentum to push off.

    And in an affront to gravity everywhere, he rockets himself up into the night sky.

    Up and gone. Out of view. The trio sees it. They all look at one another.
    A loud bang comes from above. Something hits the room of the truck hard.
    It affects the truck's trajectory. It weaves across the road. Darry tries to win back control.

    The next thing everyone knows, the creature's battle axe punches a hole in the top of the truck, right in front of Darry's face.

     "Trish!", Darry says. Alex scrambles for one of the spears. He gets a short one. Alex thrusts it straight up.

    He thrusts it above Darry's head. A loud shrieking of something being hit is heard.

    He pierces the roof and punctures the creature's head. Directly above the eyes.

    The creature loses his grip on the truck. He slides back and off, falling onto the road again.
     Darry watches in the rear view mirror. The other 2 look straight out the back window.
     "Yes!", Darry says. It hits the asphalt hard. The spear dislodges as it rolls over and over down the 2 lanes.

    "Yessssss", Darry says. It rolls and rolls and suddenly leaps up, landing on his feet and keeps on coming...

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