THE FALLEN 😈CAMI O'CONNELL😈

Pursuit

I weaved in and out of traffic on the busy interstate snaking with highways going over and under us. Marcie hung her torso out of the passenger side window and screamed out in exhilaration and laughed. "You're lucky you're immortal." I voiced over the loud rock music playing on the radio. "Oh calm down would you, big brother. Live a little." Marcie sounded from outside before climbing back into the car and looking at me with wind-whipped hair.

"What's the plan?" She asked as we passed the marker to New Orleans. "Simple. Search, terrify, and kill anyone who gets in our way." I answered as I glanced in the rear view window at the red-and-blue flashing lights of multiple pursuing police cruisers. "I do believe they want you to pull the car over, Tommy." Marceline stated. "No. They're just giving our asses an escort. Don't worry about it." I said. "Are you sure?" She questioned looking behind her. "Oh yeah...totally." I sounded before rolling the driver's side window down.

"You're about to do what I think you are...aren't you?" She asked me. A devious smirk crept onto my lips. I sped up a bit before I pulled the emergency brake. The car spun around before I put the sports car into reverse and drove down the interstate backwards, graceful evading vehicles as I stuck my left arm out the open window. The discharge of a gun sounded before a jagged hole appeared on the front windshield as a bullet whizzed between me and my sister's head.

I furrowed my brows and closed my eyes. An explosion followed by the screeching sound of tires pierced my eardrums. Metal connecting with metal soon followed suit as I opened my eyes to marvel at the remnants of a vehicle explosion and large car crash involving all the police cruisers.

I pulled the emergency brake and put the car into drive as the vehicle spun around. I slammed my foot into the gas and sped away before Marcie climbed out of the window and shot a fireball at a concrete barrier. "Shortcut! Up ahead!" Marcie yelled out. I turned the sports car to the open interstate. "Oh fuck. Uh...Tommy? Can this car fly?" She asked. "Fucking hell." I said as the car sped off the highway into the air. Time slowed to a stop as I looked over at Marcie and grabbed ahold of her. I teleported the two of us out of the vehicle and we appeared safely on the ground as we watched the car crash with the ground. The back tires landed roughly on the pavement.

"Well...that was rather anticlimactic. I was expecting a-" Marcie started before the Aston Martin blew up spectacularly. "WHOA!" Marcie exclaimed with wide eyes. I walked over to the blazing spectacle and pulled out a cigarette and lit it before walking away. "Come on, darling." I said walking to a red 2013 Ferrari 458 Italia that appeared from out of thin air. Marcie looked at me with her hands on her hips. "You and your magical fancy cars." She said walking to the Italian super at and entering it. I smirked as I opened the vehicle. "What can I say? I love magic." I voiced getting in and sitting beside Marcie.

"So you can get all the cars in the world...literally. But I can't get a Ducati? What is this?" Marcie asked. "Marceline. The last motorcycle you drove you used to try to jump the Grand Canyon. You went so fast you went up in flames." I explained. "That was over 50 years ago." She argued. "You destroyed that beautiful 1963 Harley FLH Panhead and you became a national mystery because your body was never found." I added. "That...is...a really good argument." She sounded as we sped away from the chaos behind us laughing.