Bits and Pieces

Day 15 - Chase

Alternative: Write a scene with a fast moving car.

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"Jenna! Drive!" David demanded as he jumped into a random police car.

Although we weren't the type of people to normally steal the vehicles of this nation's law enforcement agency —and I wasn't the type to listen to David's demands— but there was no choice in this situation.

So I ran over to the police officer who had the key to the car, and after saluting him quickly, snatched it out of his hand and hightailed it over to where David was waiting.

"You know you didn't have to salute him," David said exasperatedly, as I raced out of the area.

"It's the least I can do when I'm stealing his car."

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Before long, we had spotted the black van from earlier and were now chasing after it.

And David was still his usual demanding self.

"Go into the next lane! What are you doing?!"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I checked the side mirror and did as he said.

There were some cars separating us from the black van as I maneuvered between the lanes in an attempt to get closer. But whoever was driving that van had some skills because they always managed to get away as much as we caught up.

I groaned in frustration and hit the steering wheel. David seemed like he was feeling the same, because he kept running his hand through his hair and knocking his knuckles on the dashboard.

But things started looking up as the van turned onto an empty road. I smirked and followed after them.

The black van racing a little bit ahead of us sped up, and I struggled to match its speed. But somehow the little police car I was driving managed to pull into pace beside it.

David grabbed his gun from inside his bag and motioned for me to go faster. I shot him a glare and replied no to his demand. This little car was shaking violently at the speed we were going at now, and I didn't want to know what would happen if I were to go faster.

He gave me a frustrated look and seemed to be pointing at something out the window, but I couldn't really see since I didn't want to take my eyes off the road for long.

"Jenna!" David suddenly screamed, and the sudden noise startling me, my foot unconsciously stepped harder on the accel and the car jerked forward for a second.

In that second, the backseat window shattered from a gun shot and some broken pieces of glass rained down on us. I ducked slightly and realized that David had only said to go faster because he had seen the guns. I sighed, annoyed at the fact that he was right.

However, I could no longer go any faster even if I wanted to, so I slowed down and got in the same lane as the van, so they couldn't shoot us for the time being.

"I thought I told you to speed up, not slow down?" David said sarcastically.

"Why don't you drive then?" I retorted and struggled to keep control of the car as the van in front of us sped up. I didn't even know how that was possible.

He ignored me and instead, lowered the window and leaned out, gun in hand. As he aimed it at one of the back tires, I realized what he was going to do and gripped the steering wheel tighter to make sure I wouldn't lose control of the car.

Meanwhile, David had shot the tires several times and successfully made holes in it.

The van started spinning in circles, and I swerved out of the way just in time as it came our direction. I slowed the car down as the van flipped over several times while spinning and finally skidded to a stop by the road.

I stopped the car far enough away that we wouldn't be affected too much if the van exploded or something and grabbed my own gun from the backseat.

David smirked at me, and I rolled my eyes.