Dangeruss & Tazer

“You think that Chop Chop and Kanerboo will behave and be fine, if we leave them alone for a little bit?”

“I don’t see why not. Kanerboo’s not going anywhere anytime soon--”

“--and Chop Chop is worthless!”

“Right, so let’s go have some fun with our cops!”

Sean Avery stomped on the gas and sped off down the road, away from the warehouse. They made their way through Chicago, heading toward the United Center. They were nearing the building, when they came to an abrupt halt at the stoplight. Sean purposefully leaned forward and extended his middle finger at the camera.

“Stop! What are you doing?”

“Relax, Crabs. I’m just giving people here in Chi-Town a little message!”

The light turned green and he sped off down Madison, heading for a place in-particular, on the other side of the Madhouse. He turned onto a side street that looked familiar to both evil athletes.

“Saader?” Sean questioned, glowering, as he continued toward the common address.

“Brandon Saad? Again? But Kruger’s not here anymore!”

“So, we got to piss off Dangeruss and Tazer….” Sean cracked a sly smirk.

“Oh, well in that case, sure! Let’s go after Saad, er Saader?!”

Sean winked and stepped on the gas a little harder, not flooring it, but close. He made a sharp jerk of the wheel and rolled into a driveway to a massive brick mansion house. Sean and Michael shared a look and got out of the car, which was Sean’s pickup truck. They had used it earlier to transport Patrick Kane in the cage to the warehouse, from the greenhouse.

“Let’s see if the Manchild is here, shall we?” Sean snuck up the front porch to the door. He tried the handle and found it unlocked. “Oh, Saader, when will you learn...anyone can come in your house buddy!” the ex-hockey goon sneered, pushing the door open and slipping inside, with Michael behind him.

They easily got inside and found Brandon sitting on his couch, alone in the living room. Sean sent a look to Michael, who snapped a coil of rope in his fingers. Sean withdrew a roll of tape from his pocket. There was a silent communication between them, before they continued into the main room.

Brandon was into his program, watching golf on his TV. He was completely oblivious to the two strangers in his house. It wasn’t until they were literally right on top of him, that he realized the danger he was in. But by then it was too late.

Michael threw the rope around, tying it around his arms, at the elbows, binding them to his sides. Meanwhile, Sean ripped off a piece of tape, rapidly and slapped it over Brandon’s mouth, cupping his hand over it in the process. Brandon struggled in place, trying to break free, but he was eventually shoved back down on his couch. He worked at the ropes, but stopped when he saw the faces of the amused Blood Brothers.

“Oh no,” he seemed to moan behind the tape.

“Hiya, Saader!”

“How have you been since we last saw you?”

Brandon gave off an angry sound into the tape, frowning.

“Oh right, oh right. You can’t speak, because of the tape covering your pretty little mouth.” Sean spat at the forward, who turned his head quickly out of the way in disgust.

Michael took a seat on the right side of him, where his head had turned. He plopped down in his spot, while Sean took his spot on the left side. Brandon’s eyes flew wide open with shock and horror. Michael made the first move and reached up, snatching Brandon’s chin with his fingers, forcing him to look at him.

“You’re wondering why we are here and pestering you, right? Well, dearie, it’s because a duo called Dangeruss and Tazer are hot on the pursuit of your little blondie!”

"Peekaboo? Kaner?" Brandon muffled, his eyebrows slanting upward now, giving him a worried look.

“Don’t be so worried, Saader. We aren’t after you.”

“Nope. We’re using you to draw them here! We want to make this a little more interesting. Can’t remain in the dark forever!” Sean sneered, reaching up and ruffling the forward’s hair, much to his displeasure.

Michael pinched the Blackhawk’s cheek roughly between his index finger and thumb and moved the man’s head back and forth and up and down.

“Come on, Brandy, where’s your lovely wife?” the goon asked, behind him, out of eyesight.

Brandon gave a furious humming noise in response, which made Sean cackle.

Michael looked into the terrified and furious eyes of the Chicago winger. “He says he doesn’t know.”

Just then, as if on cue, the door opened once more and a woman’s voice called, “Brandon, I’m home!” She walked in, appearing and halted in place. She had her phone in her hand, which was raised up, as she spotted her husband bound and gagged between two big men.

“Go on and call the police, darling. We got time,” Michael sneered, flashing a smirk.

This made Brandon irate and he started to grunt and shift his upper body in a focused effort. He didn’t like being played with. He tore his head from Michael’s hold and desperately worked the ropes binding his arms.

Sure enough, Brandon’s wife was on her cell phone, calling the police. “Hey, 9-1-1, two men--”

“Tell ‘em it’s the Blood Brothers, they’ll know!” Sean stated, as he put his arms around Brandon’s shoulder and gave him a squeeze, like they were best buds.

“--the Blood Brothers, have tied up my husband and are threatening him! Please come right away!” the woman spoke, hurriedly, as Sean got up and walked over to her. He snatched the cell from her and added, “And tell Dangeruss and Tazer to come, otherwise we’ll kill him now and get away!” Then he hung up and shoved the device back at her.

She fumbled to get a grip on it, finally managing to. Sean gently put his arm around her and led her to the couch and motioned for her to sit down. She did as told. The big man walked over and finally tore the tape from Brandon’s mouth.

“What the hell is your problem Avery?”

“Shut up!” He smacked Brandon across the face.

His wife yelped, feeling his pain, but she bit her lip and remained loyally seated in the chair.

“Where’s Kaner?” the Blackhawk tried again. “What have you done to him?”

Sean sat back down and rubbed Brandon’s leg, inappropriately. “We’re just teachin’ the little guy a lesson. After all, he started this whole thing!”

“I highly doubt that. You’ve always had anger issues in the past. I’ve heard a great deal about them!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. You’re nothing but a big giant goon!” Brandon snarled.

“Brandon, please, stop it!” his wife meekly pleaded.

“And that’s it, you’ve lost the privilege of mouthing off to me, Saader!”

“Don’t you dare stick that--!” He was cut off, as Sean stuck another piece of black tape over his mouth, silencing him.

“Please let him go, he won’t do it again. Just please don’t hurt him!” the woman begged, on the verge of tears.

Sirens wailed in the distance. Sean and Michael got to their feet, each roughing Brandon and ruffling his hair in the process. They shared a look, before walking toward the door.

“We’d love to stay and chat, but we really have to get back to our sweet Kanerboo. He’s tied up in a cage and we don’t want him to go insane yet.” Sean flashed a clever smirk, as his partner opened the door up. They could see the cop cars racing down the street. “Do with him what you will. And it was a pleasure seeing you again, Brandon! You really should learn to keep your door locked at all times!”

With that they both bolted out the door and to their car. They hopped in and backed out, just as the first car pulled up and two familiar faces got out. Michael and Sean rolled their windows down and the hockey goon flipped both men off. “Later Dangeruss and Tazer!”

Russell and Jonathan shared a worried expression with one another, as they watched the truck zoom off, vanishing out of sight at once with a loud vroom. The two rookie cops darted into the house, finding Brandon’s wife untying a rope from her husband’s arms.

“What happened?” Jonathan asked, concerned.

Brandon ripped off the tape from his mouth, throwing it to the ground in fury. He got to his feet, shaking, but brushing himself off. “Avery and that--”

“Crabtree?” Russell offered.

“Yeah! They barged in and attacked me on the couch in my own home! Again!”

“They didn’t shoot you or anything?”

“No. They just tied me up and gagged me with tape, using me to get you here.”

“They are making this a damn game! They think that they have the upper hand! And they are terrorizing us, getting under our skin, so that we give in and give up!” Russell rolled his eyes, putting his hands on his hips.

“Not for Kaner! NEVER! I will save my best friend!” Jonathan stated, banging his fist into the palm of his hand, surely.

“Right! They can continue to try, but we will find him!”

The football player put his hand on his partner’s shoulder, reassuringly. The Blackhawk captain smiled at him and nodded.

“Thanks, Dangeruss.”

Notes

Poor Saader....
Sean Avery and Michael Crabtree are dicks, man....assholes!!!! Man, I feel like printing off an image of each of their ugly-ass faces and pinning them up to the wall and then playing two rounds of a game of darts! Ugh!!
Hold on Kaner, hold on. It's almost over, sweetie!! :)