Shaybu!

Sidney cracked his knuckles, withdrawing from his captive. Blood dripped from his hands and his face was screwed up in a seething act of fury. His teeth were clenched together.

“Satisfied?” Patrice spat, sending a bloody batch of saliva to the floor, as he craned his head to the side and leaned over the arm of the chair.

Patrice had a black eye.

He held his ground still, raising his head, bravely.

Sidney flicked his hand in the air, shaking off more of the blood. He suddenly began to snort, shaking his head, before breaking into uncontrollable, psychotic cackles.

“You’re a damn warrior, Bergy, but you will fall! I will snap you in half before this trip to hell is over!” Sidney snarled.

“You’re a mad lunatic, Sid. You have no idea what you have just done!”

Sidney glowered at Patrice. “I WILL ACCOMPLISH WHAT I SET OUT TO DO, BERGERON!” With that, the evil Penguin spun on his heels and stormed out of the room, still flicking blood from his hands. The swinging light overhead told him that Sidney had slammed a door, somewhere behind him.

As soon as he was sure that Sidney Crosby was gone, he lowered his head and moaned in pain. He felt his eyes water from the stinging and agony from the assault. He wouldn’t dare show Sidney this. He couldn’t. If he saw, then Patrice knew that he would be done for.

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