Shaybu!

“How about I just drown him! Yeah! I’ll drown the little shit!” Sidney cried, madly. He tipped Brad’s head back up and held it in place. He found a pail of water that happened to have been conveniently set out for him. He halted, before looking up. “Orps, would you like to have the honors?”

Brooks Orpik stepped forward, smirking evilly and nodding. “I’d be honored to!”

Sidney passed him the pail and Brooks tipped it upward, starting the “drowning” torture. Sidney gleamed, as he watched the act. Patrice looked away, letting the tears fall down his face.

Brad closed his eyes once again. His lungs were screaming and he began to violently jerk against the hold, trying to get free. He thought that it was surely the end. He felt himself slowly suffocating, until he felt nothing. He didn’t open his eyes, because he couldn’t.

It seemed that Brad Marchand was dead.

“Hold it right there!” a voice demanded.

Patrice perked up, as Jonathan Toews came into the room. What an entrance? Jonathan looked like he was seriously pissed off. His fists were clenched and the air felt ablaze with imaginative lightning bolts etching the space around him. It was like Sidney had stolen his chicken nuggets from him during lunchtime.

“Some bodyguard!” the voice of Shawn Thornton grumbled from the shadows.

Brooks panicked and dropped the pail. The remaining water spilled out, onto the floor. Brad’s head lolled, limply to the side.

“Thorty, Looch, get him!” Jonathan yelled.

Shawn and Milan charged forward and tackled Brooks Orpik. They landed heavy blows to the Pittsburgh goon.

Sidney rounded Jonathan, eyeing him. “Well done, Mr. Toews (“Toes”), but you’re a little too late I’m afraid!” He gestured to the limp body of Brad Marchand.

“Only I can call him Toes, you egotistical asshole!” Patrick snarled, coming to stand adjacent to Jonathan.

“Really? You and Sharpie are going to take me down? And all you brought with you is two Bruin goons who I can easily take care of!” Sidney scoffed.

“No, you forgot about me!” Ryan Getzlaf thundered, appearing behind Sidney.

Ryan grabbed Sidney in a headlock and pinned his arms to his sides. “Tazer, Sharpie, get Bergy and his little buddy; I’ll handle this douchebag!”

Jonathan went for Brad, who was still unconscious. Patrick freed Patrice, who was weak, but not truly and completely broken. Patrick placed Patrice’s arm over his shoulder and helped him to his feet, supporting the Bruin centre.

“Get off of me Getzlaf!” Sidney spat.

Ryan just gave a dismissive “hmph” and ignored the squirming villain, as Jonathan dragged Brad from the chair and laid him gently on the wood floor.

“Getz, kill Sidney,” Patrice croaked, with every ounce of distaste in his tone.

“We’ve tried to be reasonable with him, but he’s just been such a thorn in our side. We’ll tell everyone that he died some other way!” Jonathan added, feeling for Brad’s pulse.

Ryan humbly obliged and quickly snapped Sidney Crosby’s neck, killing him. He died cackling like a villain.

“What about this douche?” Shawn questioned.

“Kill him as well, Thorty!” Patrice ordered.

Shawn and Milan worked together to snap Brooks’ neck.

“What about the Kunitz guy?” Patrick asked, still holding onto the Bruin.

“We can leave him alive and let him take the blame for these guys’ deaths. How about that?” Jonathan stated, justly.

“Sounds like a plan, Johnny!” Patrice said.

“We need to get you both back into the village and get you tended to! We’ll figure out how to tell the coach and everyone along the way!” Jonathan stated.

“I’ll go get the others, so that they can help us out with transporting bodies!” Shawn exclaimed, bolting out of the room and eventually out of the house.

“Where’s my liney, Marchy? Is he okay?” Patrice asked Patrick, who locked eyes with him.

“I’m afraid, he’s out cold!” Jonathan replied, somberly, getting to his feet.

Patrice deflated, making Patrick have to tighten his grip on him, to prevent him from crashing to the floor. Milan stepped forward and dropped down to his little buddy. The tough guy looked torn apart.

Ryan came over and offered his aid to Patrick, to help him hold onto Patrice. He gently draped the Bruin centre’s arm over his shoulder.

“He’ll be okay. We’ll get him back to the Canada house and revive him!” Ryan encouraged, sweetly.

Patrice nodded, reluctantly. He stared down at Brad, with sorrow and hope. “Marchy was maturing into a great player! He may have driven me up a wall in practice, but he was always a hard-worker. He was willing to get better. He’s a fantastic guy and an equally fantastic friend! I hope you are right, Getz!”

There was a moment of pause, before Shawn returned with the others. Together they managed to get the dead bodies of Sidney Crosby, Brooks Orpik, an unconscious and seemingly dead Brad Marchand and the weakened Patrice Bergeron from the house and back into the village.

It was pretty late now. Milan and Shawn had Brad between them, while Ryan and Patrick had Patrice. Corey and Torey had Sidney and Duncan had Brooks with Jonathan.

“What the hell happened here?” Mike Babcock demanded, as soon as the wary troupe reached the house.

The coach raced from the door, followed by the remaining members of Team Canada, including Chris Kunitz.

“Sir, we can explain!”

“You’d better Jonathan!”

“I was taken by Sidney Crosby, who tried to break me, Mr. Babcock. He and his little teammates tormented me and killed my linemate, Marchy!” Patrice spoke, clearly.

“That’s touching. I know that you are all jealous of Sidney’s just leadership and have been at him since the first day. And he’s dead, so how am I supposed to believe you?”

“Because we went searching for Patrice, after he disappeared and we found four bodies. Patrice was weak, Brad was dead, as were the two Penguins. We have reason to suspect that it was Kunitz who killed them!” Jonathan explained, pointing to Chris, who frowned.

“I’ve been here the whole time! Right, fellas?” Chris stated.

“No, no. He was out. He could have been the one behind it!” Drew Doughty spoke up, with a murmur of agreement behind him.

“What?!” Chris blurted out.

While he was being interrogated, there was a moment of silence and then Kathy emerged from the house, dressed scandalously. “Kunzy, dear, where did you go?”

All eyes turned upon Chris, who looked down. He knew he had been caught red handed. He couldn't get out of this one, but he could try.

"I think that Chris was jealous of Sidney’s relationship. He killed him off so that he could have Kathy for himself!" Corey Perry deduced.

"Cause you are the best at relationships, right Per?" Ryan teased, elbowing Corey, who sent him a scowl frown. He wasn't amused or in the mood for Ryan's tease.

“And he was jealous of his teammate’s leadership and skill and it was taking away from his own spotlight, so he had to kill Sidney. And Brooks just happened to be there at the time. That’s what I think happened!” Drew explained himself.

“Sidney did hurt Patrice and planned to kill Brad with Brooks, yes, but I never killed my teammates!” Chris defended. "And I certainly am not in love with his girlfriend!"

“So, you saw Sidney hurting Patrice?” Mike Babcock questioned, turning to Chris.

“Yes.”

There was a brief moment of tense silence.

“I’m sorry to have doubted you, Mr. Toews, it seems you are innocent.” the Canadian coach spoke. “Mr. Lucic, would you be willing to take Mr. Kunitz’s spot on the team?”

“Why, I’d be honored to. Thank you so much!” Milan beamed, looking to the others around him.

“What!?” Chris looked beside himself. He was shocked.

“Mr. Kunitz you will return to America immediately and the police will be notified of your heinous crime!” Mike Babcock stated. “I will send for medical staff to take care of Brad and Patrice. Everyone else mingle and please don’t carry out anymore jealous acts. You are playing for your country, you must learn to love the enemy. If you cannot, well, you all see what happens!”

The coach walked back inside, guiding the Penguin with him. Sidney and Brooks’ bodies were dumped to the side, as the team gathered around, cheering for the “freedom” from Sidney Crosby’s tyrancy.

“I can’t believe that I’m going to be apart of Team Canada!” Milan gasped. He looked like a happy school kid, who had received straight A’s.

“Welcome to Team Canada, Looch!” Drew Doughty warmly welcomed, wrapping his arm around Milan.

Patrice and Patrick stood to the outside, as Ryan joined in the celebration.

“You don’t have to stay with me, you can join in. I can wait by myself.”

“Nah, I don’t mind being the human crutch for a superstar warrior like you, Bergy.”

Patrice managed a friendly smile. Patrick smiled back. A Blackhawk and Bruin had become good friends.

Brad still lied on the ground, unconscious, as some of the joyful Canadian players retreated back into the house. In the excitement, he’d been forgotten. The medical people arrived shortly and moved him onto a stretcher and he was lifted into the back of the ambulance car.

Patrice couldn’t smile, he could only worry about his buddy. Patrick and Jonathan helped him over to the emergency car and helped him inside. They joined him, in support. Ryan Getzlaf also joined them.

It was only right that they go and make sure everything was okay. They were a team and they were Canadians. They were closer to one another than any fan or other person could know. Canadian teammates stood by their fellow men and supported them.

Jonathan, Patrick and Ryan did that for Patrice, a Bruin player, who would normally be seen as an enemy.

The ambulance took Brad, Patrice, Ryan, Patrick and Jonathan to the local hospital in the olympic village and immediately got them inside.

Brad was separated from Patrice, who had his various injuries tended to. Ryan and Patrick stayed with him, while Jonathan went with Brad, reassuring Patrice that everything would be okay.

While he was cleaned up and x-rayed and what-have-you, Patrice felt no sympathy for himself. All his focus was on Brad. This was how a typical Boston Bruin felt. They were never selfish in thoughts and they always looked out for one another. And if someone was hurt, they cared about them.

Patrice felt he owed Brad his life and nothing was going to change that. If Sidney had taken the life of his linemate, Patrice would break. (You see, Marchy is Bergy’s kryptonite!)

Notes

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