And now chapter 2, cue the Holy Choir! ....no? Ok. T.T XD Jk, ok so this is the second chapter of this fic. Please Read and Review and remember, no bashing ^^

Elwood belongs to Dan Aykroyd/Universal Studios
Jake belongs to John Belushi (may God bless his soul and may he rest in peace)/Universal Studios
Mack belongs to John Goodman/Universal Studios
Buster belongs to J. Evan Bonifant/Universal Studios
Cab belongs to Joe Morton/Universal Studios
Harley belongs to Harley
Ben & Jerry's belongs to Ben & Jerrys
Angel, the stranger, and Louis belong to ME

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Chapter 2: Hellhound on My Trail - Robert Johnson

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Elwood stopped for the light like any obedient citizen plus he felt like stopping instead of rushing through it like the numerous times he did with Jake. Damn, Jake again. Ah well Elwood knew what he had to do and Jake was greatly involved it. He didn't' know if it would be possible and succeed but he could only hope that it did. His plan was a bit morbid in a sense but seen in a good amount of horror movies. He only hoped that the idea didn't go awry and cause chaos, that was one thing Elwood didn't want to receive from this plan.

Mack turned on the radio as he searched for a good station. No one seemed to give a damn as he suddenly found himself stopping at a local news channel which gave a report on the latest attack of the Broken Roads Gang. Elwood sneered at the name while Mack's eyes widened a bit in horror to hear the damage they did. They tore up the roads in a county not too far from them as Buster remained stoic. Elwood taught him well. Guise your emotion, you're a Blues Brother now- we bear no emotion for our emotion lies in the music. The very words of Elwood were encoded in Buster's head as he lived by them as well as his own virtues from the orphanage. His virtues were mainly his belief in God and as seeing the adventures he had been on, it was definitely proven that the Lord worked (and works) in mysterious ways.

Nonetheless, Mack listened on as he heard their whereabouts which caused him to internally freak out and caused Elwood to officially admit that Mack was the emotional one of the group. The location was somewhere around Joliet and Calumet or so the law last saw. He quickly turned off the station and found a good blues tune that was playing a variety of good artists. The song on now was one that made Elwood smirk on the inside and let it show, Hellhound on My Trail by Robert Johnson. A good blues artist, definitely good. Elwood knew him by some of the songs he played and liked his work. Hellhound happened to be a favorite of his' as well as everyone else's as he contemplated if they should do it (or practice it) for their next gig...whenever that was.

By now it was still night as his only source of light were the street lamps and neon signs of Chicago. Sweet home Chicago. Elwood smirked faintly to himself. He loved this place just as much as Jake did- damnit, once again his brother came into the mix. Nonetheless, it would all be taken care of soon enough as Elwood checked the rearview mirror to see if the band was still following in a rundown hippie van Elwood purchased for them with what money he had from the last gig at a lounge in Cicero. The band didn't seem to mind the vehicle, as long as it held their instruments and got them where they desired then maybe they could grow to like it.

The van itself wasn't cramped space wise and was a cameo green. At one point, there were almost traces of the scent of marijuana but Elwood suspected that was the owner selling it to him. Thank God it was, otherwise he wouldn't of bought the van as seeing it would cause the band to get pulled over and that was the last thing Elwood wanted let alone needed.

As Elwood waited for the light to turn, a Harley pulled up besides him. The Harley itself was a ride fit for a royal of the Underworld. The main colors of the ride were a vivid scarlet, the same scarlet that would be matched with human blood and a fiery, almost neon yellow. The colors of fire with touches of onyx here and there but nonetheless, it was a ride that could please a demon. The motorcycle itself was a chopper as random words were scattered in an eternal show white along the chopper. If one ever got close enough to the motorcycle, they would see the words were the lyrics to a heavy metal ballad.

On the Harley of flames' shade was a man in a black trench coat covered in chains along the wrists and shoulders as well as up the arm. His long, brunette streaming hair flowed with the passing wind as his eyes were covered up by a pair of ski goggles that were a bright neon green. His skin seemed white as snow against the dark attire of ripped black jeans, leather boots, and an almost unseen onyx shirt. The man appeared to be strange and almost lethally dangerous as seeing he didn't wear a helmet on his ride of choice; it was as if he acknowledged the motorcycle accidents known in life and chose to ignore them and do as he pleased. His hidden, emerald eyes gleamed over at the driver in the Bluesmobile. Why a man that looked like he was a part of the CIA was driving a car like that God only knew. However, he noticed the crosses on Elwood's knuckles and immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't know there was a new member to the gang as he revved his engine to show that he too bore the same tattoos.

Elwood looked over at the cyclist from the corner of his eye but didn't understand what he wanted. He honestly didn't give a crap about the man as seeing his main concern was reaching New Orleans asap. Once again the cyclist revved the engine. Little did the Blues Brother know, the stranger believed that Elwood was a part of Chicago's most infamous mafia: the Broken Roads Gang. This gang was the most notorious in Chicago, they mostly ran through different parts. Their main territory was in Northern Chicago where they ripped up roads with bombs, dynamite, anything like that to get a kick. They were just rolling into Joliet and Calumet, the only two places the gang hadn't covered yet.

Once again the stranger revved his engine louder as Elwood looked over completely. No sooner he had done so, the light turned green as he floored it. The stranger was confused as he followed a bit behind, alongside the rundown hippie van that blared before remembering what the boss told him: "If a member don't respond to you, just play with him." Play with him. Play with the man he believed was a member. He had been dying to do this to someone in a good while as he cut off the hippie van which caused it to withdraw some in surprise. Blue Lou sounded the horn which didn't scare the stranger none but caused Elwood to look in his rear view window. Shit, it was that man again, what the Hell did he want? This question was answered when the stranger pulled out a gun formerly known as a desert eagle and shot it a few times at the car. Elwood was instantly reminded of the damn Illinois Nazis and the shit they did to his baby, his Bluesmobile; Hell would freeze over before it happened again as he swerved to the left. The bullets only hit the trunk of the Bluesmobile as Elwood immediately put the pedal to the metal and floored it like a madman.

Mack, Cab, and Buster were used to this as Elwood ran the next light while the stranger followed behind and the van followed suite. The lights and streets and all other buildings and whatnot became blurs of no value as gunshots rang out, striking the Bluesmobile here and there as Elwood could hear his pride scream internally. That killed it for Elwood as he found himself going faster now and approaching a convenience store. Something clicked in Elwood's brain which caused him to internally grin like a fool. Without looking at Mack who was conveniently in passenger seat, he spoke in his usual stoic tone, "Mack, can you grab us some chips for the road?"

Mack saw the store ahead and knew what he was talking about and spoke in a slightly nervous tone but remained calm throughout saying so, "Sure, buddy."

To confuse his enemy, Elwood did numerous turns and swerves to throw him off before turning fast and driving right through a local convenience store. Glass came shattering forward like a disastrous rainfall as a few customers' eyes widened in horror and ducked for cover. This sent the cashier into panic as he watched the cop car almost go up and down all the aisles with a motorcycle following. What the Hell was going on, the Big Man Upstairs only knew. The chopper followed as the stranger randomly shot at the Bluesmobile the best he could, while trying not to fall off his bike due to the sharp turns of the destroyed aisles. Elwood figured he'd have a bit of luck as he drove down the last aisle and bit his lip as he whammed the back right side of the Bluesmobile into the shelves containing Tasty Cakes and what not as the aisle tipped to the right and fell on the cyclist who figured he could cut off the Bluesmobile. The car drove through the frozen part of the convenience store before driving through the cramped, office of the manager who owned the place. The manager immediately bolted from his desk and pinned himself to the wall as he started to scream to the cashier in ultimate confusion. Once they left the manager's office they didn't hesitate to wait for the stranger on the cycle as seeing he was stuck under one of the shelves, courtesy of Elwood.

After driving out a bit, Mack threw the bags of chips he managed to obtain into the backseat of the Bluesmobile. Elwood smirked at this. Not only were they to go to someplace they enjoyed and do something great but they would have something to eat. While in the store, Buster managed to grab a little treat for himself, Ben & Jerry's double chocolate fudge. He smirked to himself as he dug in, indulging himself in the small prize of delicious dessert.

However, not too far away a driver of a black Bentley had seen the whole thing. The driver was greatly impressed as he nodded to a man in the backseat of the expensive car. The man in the back left the Bentley and ventured into an alleyway only to come out on a black Harley and floor it. It's target was clear: that damned Bluesmobile. The person who sent him after it? The leader of the Broken Roads Gang themselves, Louis DeMote.

Louis was a man that could almost be mistaken for Elwood if not for the black, white tipped goatee. In a way he was the anti-Elwood of Chicago with his black shirt and white suit completed with a white tie. He had gold rings on many of his wide, thick fingers that screamed killer. His left ear was pierced and from it was a dangling gold cobra with an apple in its' fangs which complemented his onyx hair and hazel eyes. Louis' skin was surprisingly pale which worked great for his hair but even so, it didn't look that great in the suit. Nonetheless, he also wore black and white shoes that swing dancers wore and carried a black cane that had a gold cobra entwining itself around it.

Louis had started his car up and slowly followed behind the band's van(which had taken the smart way around the convenience store) but managed to keep up. Louis watched the chase with great fascination, never had he seen a man drive like a lunatic like Elwood had. The man he had sent out to get the Bluesmobile was his personal hit man named Angel Marco, an ex-convict from Joliet that escaped only a few years ago. Angel was Japanese who came to America in hopes of a new life, just like every other immigrant of the world who came to the Land of Opportunity. His sleek, azure eyes were narrow like an angered cat's as they complimented his Caucasian skin tone and hid behind a pair of white sunglasses. He wore nothing but a pair of indigo formal pants that matched his Italian leather boots and maroon t-shirt and Armani gold tie. Why he wore a tie with a t-shirt, God only knew. Angel had never failed Louis and vice versa; Louis watched with an ominous eye the car chase that now happened between his angel of death and the prey. It was a game of cat and mouse as a grin widened on Louis' gaunt face.

However, the fun was to end as Elwood led Angel down an alley of great width as at the last minute he turned fast, causing the hit man to crash his Harley into the dead end wall of the alley. The van had went on ahead, tricking Louis to follow them. Blue Lou smirked at this, he was saving Elwood's ass big time so he owed him. Blue Lou acknowledged who the Bentley belonged to as seeing he had rumors of the Broken Roads Gang. He knew of their rep and felt sorry for the son of a bitch that was Louis' new target; in this case, it was Elwood but Blue Lou wouldn't allow that.

A good while up ahead, Louis had realized that the Bluesmobile was gone as he put the car into reverse and caused the Bentley to go back. The tires shrieked loud and long like wraiths from Hell as he spun it for a moment before heading back towards that alleyway. The last thing Louis wanted to happen was his hit man to be whacked and the driver of the Bluesmobile to gain victory over Angel. Nearing the alleyway he sped up only having to slam at the brakes at the last minute as the Bluesmobile came roaring out from the alleyway. The engine was as fierce as a lion regaining his domain as for a moment, Louis saw the driver and took a photo in his mind of the man known as Elwood. He also looked a bit closer to see the mafia symbol as a thousand ideas clicked into his head but for now, he had to check on Angel.

Leaving the car, he bolted into the alleyway to see Angel fallen from his motorcycle in front of a brick wall. Shit, it was a dead end. That had to hurt Angel badly as Louis bolted forward, his shoes clicking against the ground like a tempo of a forgotten song. He murmured curses to himself as he heard the groans and moans of received damage from Angel up ahead. Angel was his best man, Louis was glad he wasn't killed but he was still pissed that he was harmed by that damn driver of the Bluesmobile. He stood before the harmed member as he snarled in disgust for the said driver.

"Damnit Angel," Louis spoke with a deep, baritone voice that would send shivers down a senator's spine as the hit man looked up at him in semi-consciousness. Damnit, he knew he should of worn a helmet as for a moment he felt blood but confused it with a strand of his hair.

"Wha?"

"The bastard..."

"What, boss?"

"That guy you were chasing after...," he paused to collect his thoughts as he also chose his words from his organized thoughts. "He's probably new to our gang but wants out."

"Probably saw me whacking off Jimmy Dean a few nights ago."

"Ya got rid of him?"

"Yeah."

"Bout damn time...good work, Angel."

"I am your Angel of Death, boss. I kill as you please," Angel stood before him and bowed like a drama queen which caused Louis to smirk despite the fact that there was blood coming down from his head. Nonetheless, maybe there was another reason to this new member for leaving; what if he wanted to join the rival mafia, the Bandits of the Tower? Damn them to Hell! Louis also concluded that Elwood must be a new member to the Broken Roads Gang and was trying to get out as seeing what he was getting himself into could be dangerous. No matter, Louis would send his men out to get this new member back on their side because once you entered the mafia, there was no leaving them; you never went against the family.

Elwood drove for a good while as it took everyone the entire night and almost the next day to reach their destination. Within the hours they were welcomed with the distant sound of music that floated on the ebbs of passing wind and the scent of honeysuckles blooming on honeysuckle vines. It was a place where every Southern Belle was a Mississippi Queen, they were down the Mississippi down in New Orleans.