As the sun fell below the last skyscraper, the chase began. The shades of orange, red, and purple slowly faded into the lights of the city, and the frantic hurry of cars slowly lessened. But the day was not over for Dirk Suddard. No, it was just beginning.
Maroon, fast, small, he repeated in his head over and over. He has always lived in a Muggle world, but always had difficulties with their means of transportation. But according to his source, which was highly accurate, this car should not be too hard to find. But it better not be, because he wasn’t so sure on how well his wand work was to trust it enough with the disillusionment charm he put on his broom.
It was, however, hard to look for this vehicle while awing at the marvelous sites of this wonderful Muggle town. When he was told that the mass-murderer was hiding in America, oh how disappointed was he. As unfamiliar as he was in places outside of Britain, America was no easier to navigate than anywhere else, especially in a town like New York City.
But, told this man was near the Washington Bridge, Dirk floated over it, looking down at the cars below. He saw many cars that met the description, but none maroon. Seeing as this was a major highway, he was a little skeptical on whether or not his source was correct. But he insisted that the Azkaban escapee was on the move toward Long Island from that direction, so he had no other choice but to wait.
Hour after hour passed, and so did car after car. It was nearly one in the morning, and the amount of cars on this normally-polluted expressway was slowly dimming. After awhile he had seen at least ten cars to match two of the descriptions, but none to match all three. As the moon shone brightly overhead, and the streetlights still sported a white light on the bridge, Dirk was doubtful he would show. The fact that he even knew how to drive was unbelievable. The fact of the matter was, this man was not driving a car on the George Washington Bridge.
Deciding to make use of it while he was there, Dirk soared over the city way up in the sky, watching the few boats that slowly moved in the river below. He took a dive toward the water, and skimmed it with his hand as he glided across. Figuring this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, seeing how he was in a Muggle town and invisible, he soared up high into the air. But all of a sudden, he heard a loud chopping noise over his head. He looked up, only to be blinded with a light that shown in his face.
“Damn copter,” he muttered, flying out of its way. But something weird was going on with this helicopter. It was kind of swaying back in forth, like the passenger and the pilot were having a shuffle. Soon, though, the swaying stop, and it just got lower and lower to the bridge. Dirk, curious, flew slowly about a hundred yards above the copter.
Then, a green light flashed from inside when it was getting dangerously closer to street. A limp body fell from driver’s side and into the water. The copter then flew to the beginning of the bridge on the New Jersey side. Dirk flew in front of it, hoping his disillusionment charm would hold. After a couple of minutes, though, the large door on the side of the copter flung open, and a dark, robed figure jumped out onto the hood of none other than a maroon sports car flying down the highway.
“Damn it, I thought I wouldn’t have to see that dickhead today.” Dirk flew down to the car, which the figure had already climbed into.
“Come, on, Montose, I thought you were better than that,” he muttered. Figuring he had the advantage of invisibility, Dirk jumped off of his broom and onto the car with a thud.
Shit, he’ll know I’m here, he thought, holding onto his life as the car sped off of the bridge and onto the Cross-Bronx Expressway. What the hell do I do now? I can’t wait; he knows someone is on his car. I have to act quickly.
“Here goes nothing.” Dirk swung himself over the side and blasted the window with his wand. The car swerved, causing him to fly off and hit the railing of the expressway. The car zoomed off into the distance, a body hanging out the side.
“Accio broom!” Dirk shouted, and he jumped onto the broom as it sped toward him and flew towards the car, which was now a mile ahead of him.
It took ten minutes to catch up with it, but Dirk knew this was not going to be easy. With any luck, however, someone would call the Muggle police to at least slow down the car.
He pulled up to the driver’s side to see Montose driving, looking right at him. The windows were down, and he tried to fire a killing curse at him. Dirk barrel-rolled overtop the car, and jumped into the passenger side, which now had no door.
As he landed in the seat, he also landed a punch right to Montose’s face. Magic was useless now; the Muggle car would blow up if someone fired a spell. Montose lost control for a second, but recovered before Dirk could land another blow. He whipped the car around, and swerved onto the Bronx River Parkway. Dirk threw another punch, but Montose was covering himself with his arm. He flung a fist into Dirk’s general direction, and unable to see him, barely missed his nose.
Montose whipped around again, and got off of the parkway and turned onto White Plains Road. Dirk continued to try to punch him, and now Montose was bleeding profusely. But every time Dirk tried to grab the wheel, his arm would fly back and leave himself open from Montose’s random blows.
This shit must have a spell on the wheel, he thought, landing another punch on Montose.
Montose was now coughing up blood. He was swerving left and right, and was now heading to Long Island on the Long Island Expressway. Dirk figured he was incapable of driving, but then again he wasn’t crashing into anything. It was now pitch black, with only the streetlights leading the way. Cars were scarce, but Montose would swerve away from the occasional mini-van that would cross our paths.
Dirk was still afraid of crashing if he hit him with a spell, and Montose, still not knowing where Dirk was, couldn’t risk missing and hitting the car, killing them both. All of a sudden, a faint siren came from behind them.
Finally, Dirk thought, looking out the window. Now he knew why Montose was swerving every few seconds.
A second helicopter flew above them, with a large spotlight shining down, barely missing the car. Obviously, the copter sent for help after the first hour of the chase. Dirk looked down again, and saw his hand as he threw another punch at Montose.
“Aw, *****.” Dirk’s body came into sight, and Montose didn’t waste a second.
“Avada Kedavra!” He shouted. Knowing beforehand what Montose would do, Dirk did the only thing he could do, besides for dying. He leaped out of the car, hitting hard against the road, and falling into a ditch beside it. The car spun again, and zoomed right past the police cars, and out of sight.
“Shit,” Dirk yelled, pounding the floor. His head somehow didn’t hit the road, but his body was bleeding badly, and he thought his left arm was broken. “Shit, shit, shit.”
He saw two of the police cars turn around and head after Montose, but one pulled up next to him.
“You alright? You took a mighty fall there, son,” the officer yelled, running toward his side.
“Geroff,” he moaned, getting up. “Let me use your car.” He limped inside, but the officer tried to pull him back.
“Obliviate!” The officer flew backwards, his hair standing up on his head. The spell probably didn’t work, but the ministry could sort that out later.
Dirk put the car in gear, and sped off toward the chase.
“Damn, I have a headache,” he muttered, spitting out blood. He remembered the first time he drove a car, crashing his dead father’s old Volkswagen into the side of the house. He has gotten better since then, but not by much.
Dirk tried some spells to speed up the car, but the car only boosted up to a few miles an hour. Finally, he saw cop cars in the distance.
“With any luck, he’ll do another spin move again,” Dirk said, squinting. The cars seemed to have been slowing down. Then they came to a complete stop. Dirk slammed the breaks, and leaped out of the car.
“Holy shit,” Dirk said in amazement. Montose had flipped the car, and was now up and firing spells at at least twenty cop cars in front of him. The two that had just stopped, blew up into flames upon meeting him. Montose fired another spell, and all of the remaining cars caught fire, shooting off sparks into the sky, and shutting off all streetlights.
“Lumos,” he yelled in the darkness. His body was illuminated in the distance.
“Lumos,” Dirk muttered. He stepped up in front of Montose.
“Thanks for the ride, Montose,” he yelled to him. “But I must say, I have no idea how you passed your driver’s test.”
“Shut up fool. Why run away from you, when I can just finish my assassination. Avada Kedavra!” A green light flashed in front of him, and Dirk was forced to dive out of the way. Montose fired five more killing curses before Dirk took refuge behind a remaining car.
“Here I go,” he said quietly.
“Avada Kedavra!” Montose yelled from in front of the car. The car blew up, and Dirk rolled to a side, and shouted, “Stupefy!” Montose blocked it, but now Dirk was in control.
“Stupefy! Stupefy!Expelliarmus!” Dirk fired more spells toward Montose, but he blocked all of them.
“You cannot beat me you pathetic fool,” Montose shouted, casting a killing curse.
“Oh, you bet.” Dirk fired off more stunners, and now he could see the bleeding Montose getting tired. Now was the time.
“Accio steering wheel!” Montose, expecting a stunner, yelled, “Protego!”
The spell made a force field between them, and the wheel hit Dirk in the head. The spell broke, but now Montose was a step behind. Dirk yelled, “Stupefy!” before Montose could raise his wand again. The spell hit Montose directly in the chest, and he dropped to the floor, stunned.
“You had it coming, you dumb ass.”
Dirk walked over to the body, and examined Montose’s tired and bloody face. A cop, who apparently survived Montose’s rage, walked up to him.
“Is it over?” The man said, terrified.
“Almost,” Dirk replied. “I’m sorry, but you will wake up totally confused about all of this tomorrow.
The man, who looked confused enough, called for help on his radio. Dirk shut the eyes on his victim. It was just another day’s work.
Hey guys, thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope you all enjoy it, its my first action fic. I got the plot bunny while seeing the movie, The Bourne Identity. Hope you like it! Just take a second to read and review, I greatly appreciate it!
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