(A/N Sorry this took so long, I didn't expect you guys to want me to continue so I had to think of some plot. I'm really bad with plots; this was the best I could come up with. I apologise in advance, it's divided into two chapters at a really bad point. Thank you for wasting your life reading this.)

Elwood threw himself bodily into the heavy door and it swung open. The brothers skidded through it into the now empty corridor, then simultaneously tried to change direction to lock it behind them again. Jake managed to slam it shut but not before Willie flung his weight against it on the other side. They stopped it before it opened and then both propped themselves up against it to try and close it completely. It was now just a matter of strength, Willie trying to push the door open, the brothers trying to push it closed.

Now Willie was a big guy, but it took a hell of a lot of effort to move a weight as considerable as Jake. The door stayed open a few inches, enough for him to get his foot through, which meant it couldn't close. But the brothers were stopping it opening. Willie tried to worm his way in through the tiny gap, but couldn't fit and ended up half in - half out. Not a comfortable position to push from.

Elwood saw Willie's foot when it came through and tried to stamp on it while pushing against the door with his back, but he wasn't quite flexible enough. He tried turning and pushing with his side but still couldn't reach the foot. No, if he was going to get Willie away from the door even for a second he couldn't do it while he was leant against the door.

"Keep pushing," Elwood muttered to Jake, who didn't really need to be told. He jumped away from the door and saw that Willie had got an arm and a lot of his leg through. Madly, he started kicking at them both, which had no effect except to make Willie swear even louder.

Sweat was pouring down Jake's face. He'd never put this much effort into anything before. He had no idea Willie was so strong. His back was aching with the force of keeping his drummer out, his feet slipped on the floor and he struggled to get his grip back. The door opened another few inches.

The kicking wasn't working. Elwood looked around the corridor for any kind of weapon and spotted a broom leaning against the wall. He grabbed it and started whacking at Willie's arm, and howls echoed from behind the wall. The arm retreated an inch or so but didn't withdraw. This guy wasn't giving up easily.

Jake slipped again. He couldn't keep the door closed on his own.

Elwood adopted another tactic, namely sticking the broom handle through the door and poking at Willie. This was like tickling an angry rhino. Not a good idea. The door opened even more. Elwood could see Willie's dripping, livid face…

Jake crumpled. It was too much of an effort. He only let himself relax for just one second, but it was enough. Willie came charging in with the force of a bull elephant, arms reaching out to throttle the nearest thing. Unfortunately for Elwood, that was him.

He backed against the wall, holding the broom defensively out in front of him. Willie lumbered forward, arms outstretched like a zombie. Jake saw his brother in immediate danger and gave the drummer a kick on the back of shins.

Willie spun round, confused. He wasn't thinking straight. No time to think, he just wasn't to hurt someone and soon. Jake now knew how it felt to be a matador in front of a particularly large bull. And he had no weapon.

He tried to master the innocent look, tilting his head to the side and sticking out his bottom lip. Apparently it made even the most violent person's heart melt.

Willie grabbed Jake round the throat. He'd seen him attempt that look too many times, now it just annoyed him even more.

Jake made a strange burbling noise, which Elwood recognised as the word 'help' said while being unable to breath. Frankly, there wasn't much else it could be in his situation.

He gripped the broom firmly at the end, aimed it carefully and swung with all his might. It walloped Willie in the stomach. He stopped, wheezed, his grip on Jake slackened and he buckled slightly. Elwood took the chance and gave him another sharp blow, this one across the shins. He yelled out and practically fell to the floor.

Jake grabbed him and firmly escorted him towards the door. Willie was dazed and in pain, so put up no fight as he was shoved back into the hall.

Elwood drew the bolt across and locked the door.

The Blues Brothers slumped onto the floor, breathless. Neither of them had known Willie was that strong. If they had, they probably would have given in and let him beat them up.

Elwood was glad they hadn't, he was in enough pain as it was. He tried to concentrate on each injury in turn. He had a splitting headache from the noise and his ears were ringing. The headache would go away but he had a nasty feeling that the ringing wouldn't. His jaw killed from the heavy punch he'd got from Willie. He'd have a bruise now. That wouldn't be attractive.

His back hurt from the fall off the stage. It hadn't been from much of a height but the floor in the hall was hard. And his ribs were battered too, from Jake falling on him. What did that leave?

His legs. Well, they were tired and strained from pushing against the door. Anything else? His feet. He tested them. His right foot seemed to have been trodden on at some point, but his left was okay.

'Oh, that's just great,' he thought to himself. 'The one part of me that isn't hurting is my left foot.'

(Okay, that was an abrupt ending; I couldn't find a better place to divide up these chapters. Read on if you wish)