Dangeruss & Tazer

Jermaine gazed into the cage. Up until now, he had been terrified and a little nervous about staring at the poor trapped hockey player. He kept glancing into the small cell and would make eye contact every so often with the blonde man inside, but then he would instantly look away. His heart tore into two pieces, feeling all kinds of pity and sympathy for the poor man.

Finally, Jermaine just gave up and worked up his courage, he had to speak his mind. “My name is Jermaine Kearse, I play for the Seattle Seahawks.”

Patrick nodded his head, which was all he could manage to do. The football player noticed his terrified look soften a little, at the start of the conversation.

“I guess, I can ask you “yes” or “no” questions. Just shake your head in response.”

Patrick nodded again, but he attempted to say “okay” behind the tape. He immediately moaned and rolled his eyes at not being able to talk and converse normally. He eventually returned his gaze to his companion.

“So, your name is Patrick Kane?”

A nod of the head in the “yes” motion came as a response and Jermaine cracked a smile. He thought hard for another question or some kind of information.

“You’re an athlete, right?”

Patrick vigorously nodded “yes.”

“Baseball player.”

Patrick shook his head horizontally.

“Soccer player?”

Another “no” shake.

“Hockey player?”

Patrick nodded vertically.

“You don’t seem like a hockey player, but hey, I guess you’re a goal scorer right?”

The blonde man nodded “yes.”

Jermaine wasn’t big into hockey, but he did know enough to get by. After all, a lot of the professional sports cheered each other on and athletes backed other athletes. It was just custom. He remembered that the two villains had introduced him as a “Blackhawk hostage.” He tried to think if there was a hockey team in the NHL known as the Blackhawks. And then he deduced it.

“You’re a Chicago Blackhawk, right?”

Patrick nodded again with a “yes.”

“So we’re both ‘Hawks, I guess. That’s kind of cool. Do you know about Seattle and the Seahawks?”

The hockey player had to think about that one. But he eventually nodded his head with another “yes.” Jermaine tried to shift his position in the chair, but couldn’t move much. His movement didn’t make him go anywhere really and he just managed to slide back into the same position. He grunted with frustration. “Tough trying to get comfortable, when you're tied up, right?”

Patrick winced and leaned forward in his chair. He attempted to work at his bound wrists, but found things highly difficult. He gave up once more and leaned back, tossing his head back and looking skyward.

“You don’t deserve this. I can tell you are a good man and you are probably a talented hockey player. I’ll try to get us both out of here!”

Patrick’s head tilted back down. The poor guy was blinking back tears, from his already watery eyes. Jermaine’s instant thought was that Patrick Kane was harmless and wouldn’t hurt a fly. He was a sweet man, who only wanted to showcase his talent and be free. And that was fair. That was completely and utterly fair.

The football player leaned back in his chair, screwing his face up in discomfort. As he did so, he leaned back on his own bound wrists that felt seriously numb. He almost dared to think that both of his hands had fallen off and weren’t there. And as soon as he thought about pain, he was instantly reminded of the gunshot he had taken to the leg. He was certain the bullet was lodged in place for eternity and would never move or be found. He was also certain that the wound had made him lose a lot of blood.

Up until now, it hadn’t bothered him and he hadn’t much thought about it, but as silence fell over them and Jermaine began to think and feel pain, it stabbed at him like a sword and made him howl with agony. He saw Patrick staring at him with wide blue eyes. The football player tried to point out the wound on his leg and eventually the hockey player saw and understood. He nodded in understanding and muffled something behind the tape.

Jermaine took a stab at what he had said, thinking it was about the bloody wound he had. “Dumbasses shot me, when they kidnapped me. It was that Avery guy!”

Patrick appeared to look annoyed and not shocked. He also rolled his eyes again.

There was more uncomfortable silence between them, as Jermaine tried not to think about the sudden rush of pain he was now enduring. But it was impossible, their conversation time was pretty much over.

Notes

Okay, I'm officially in love with poor, innocent, terrified blondie!!!! Patrick Kane....oh poor Peekaboo!! I just can't help it....Jermaine help him please, he might die of sadness.... :(((((