Accused Blues

By Tuba321

A/N: I can't believe it! I had almost given up on this one, when a thought hit me. So, here I am. Sorry it took so long... hehe. I edited the original writings a little. Just one thing, I officially named the man in the prologue Dr. Robert H. Malcolm. Okay? I'm trying to actually write something interesting. I think I hit a few chords on other stories so I'm going on. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I can dream can't I?

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Chapter Two

The car flew down the road, the only thing to prove that it had really been there was a trail of dust that had been unsettled, and a car with two cops in it pursuing it. The Bluesmobile turned wildly, due to it's driver, hanging on to the wheel like a professional. Which, in his own right, Elwood was.

The brothers were in there usual car chase positions. Elwood at the wheel, being the lord of all drivers, and Jake putting his life into his brother's hands and hoping that it would work like it usually did. That usually involved some sort of negative comments and possible dirty looks. The closed road didn't have any asphalt on it yet. It was dirt. The police were having trouble with that.

The police kept swiveling on the road, unable to get their bearings during a high speed chase on a dirt road.

Fortunately, that wasn't Elwood.

"You'd think they wouldn't have been on a dirt road before." Said Jake, eyeing the cops.

"They might not have..." Replied Elwood and without warning, twisted the wheel and pulled a very tight but, effective U-turn. Dust went flying and the cops couldn't see for a few seconds, which was just enough for the Bluesmobile to go rushing past the newer cop car and down the road.

"Gee, thanks for the warning!" Jake yelled sarcastically. The world rushed on by them as the car went down the road.

"Your welcome." Elwood smiled. That soon faded when about ten other police cars headed into their line of vision, lights on and sirens screaming.

That would have normally scared any common criminal, but, the brothers had been chased by all of the Chicago police, the FBI, the military, the navy, and the SWAT team. Not to mention a bunch of bloodthirsty Nazis. Ten police cars was nothing.

Elwood turned the wheel violently and the car followed suite, heading for a turn that Jake really hadn't noticed was there until they had taken it. The normal dust trial repelled against them and showered over the police.

The road before them was even worse then the first unfinished road they had beheld. It had been cleared over vegetation and it was a dirt road, but it hadn't been completely smoothed down. The car bounded up and down with the ripples of the road. But, they managed not to change the direction they were going. Which, compared to the police who seemed to be voting whether they should get on the road or not, seemed to be a much greater progress.

Eventually though, the police did decide to pursue, but, Jake and Elwood's distance between them was big.

Shots started piercing the air again and Jake ducked. More shots rang out and Elwood looked behind them for a second.

"Oh no you don't." Said Elwood and started moving the wheel frantically. The Bluesmobile moved twitchingly along with it.

"What?" Asked Jake.

Elwood turned the car impulsively before replying, "They're trying to hit the tires." He smiled. "Trying."

They went along further down the road, the black and white cars gaining distance between them. Elwood followed the short uncompleted road. They could just see the expressway before them.

Before they even had time to celebrate, a few more police cars came rushing through the fence and onto the bumpy road in front of them.

The Bluesmobile turned to the right wildly at the last moment onto an unfinished bridge. The raced up that for a few seconds before Elwood hit the brakes furiously.

"Holy..." Said Elwood.

"Shit." Concluded Jake.

The bridge had, all of a sudden, stopped. There was a gap of about seventy feet and then the bridge was continued. The unfinished bridge was resting above a working expressway, caring flowing.

They sat there for a few long seconds. Jake looked at Elwood. He was staring at the gap with a certain concentration. He new that look. "Oh, come on El we don't even know that we've done!"

Silence.

Elwood stared at the gap for another second and then threw the gear shift into reverse.

"Wait...!"

Elwood shot backwards about 50 feet and threw the shift back into drive. "Got to get this just right." He muttered.

Jake new this was coming but, didn't like the idea. "You're not seriously going to--"

Elwood hit the gas and the Bluesmobile jolted forward.

TBC...

A/N: Whooo!! No Elwood is not going insane!