Dangeruss & Tazer

The pain finally sank in to Jermaine’s mind and he was able to get control of his nerves and fight through the agony he felt. He was beginning to ignore it once more and finally pushed it to the side. He glanced upward and saw Patrick staring at him, with worry and concern.

“It’s okay. Just a little battle wound. It’s nothing much.”

“Are you sure?” Patrick’s eyes seemed to say.

“Yes I’m sure!” Jermaine hissed, through clenched teeth, as he thrashed in the chair madly and wildly. He hated this uncomfortable feeling. He hated being tied up like this. It made him feel furious and hopeless.

Patrick watched him, unblinking. In his head, the blonde man was cheering the football player on. If he could somehow get free, that would be fantastic.

Jermaine let out a loud yowl that echoed in the empty air. With that, he had mustered some fierce energy, which he channeled into his aching muscles and arms and he heard a sharp, shrill snapping noise. He shifted his torso to the side and pulled again. He found that his arms were free!

He quickly gasped with shock and joy and looked around nervously. He wanted to make sure the two goons weren’t lurking, spying on him. But they still hadn’t returned and after a few minutes of reassured silence, he moved his arms forward and looked at his wrists, observing the redness from his struggle.

He looked up at Patrick, who was overjoyed and was muffling his excitement behind the tape. The football player untied his legs and ankles quickly and then jumped to his feet. He gave another rapid scan of the warehouse, before he shoved the chair away and swung open the cage door.

He entered the small prison and walked up to his fellow captive. He ripped the tape off of Patrick’s mouth and then moved to untie the ropes from him.

“How did you---?” Patrick croaked, sounding winded.

“Shush. Just in case.”

“But--” Patrick began, as Jermaine finished untying him and then cupped his hand over the forward’s mouth, giving him a stern look. He made sure not to be rude or completely cover his mouth, making sure the poor guy could breath, but at least give him a cue as to quiet down.

If he wanted to live and escape, he would remain silent. The hockey player nodded his head and the receiver smiled, removing his hand. Patrick gave an adorable smile in response. Jermaine stood up and took Patrick’s rather smooth hands into his own and helped him to his feet.

They both nodded and the football player flicked his head in the backward direction, toward the far end of the warehouse, where a second door was. It was hidden by shadows and also boxes, but it was visible to them. And it was a backdoor! Their escape.

Jermaine led Patrick out of the cage and across the building. They made sure to be light on their toes and keep silent. They crept up to the door, and halted.

Jermaine released Patrick’s hand, and turned his back on the forward, while he tried the door handle. The door wouldn’t budge. He turned to his side and applied a little pressure. He could see the hockey player looking at him hopefully. His blue eyes shimmered in the dim light. He had such gorgeous eyes and Jermaine knew that they were popular with fangirls. He looked like he was one of those ladies’ men, who caused women of all kinds to swoon over him.

Jermaine pushed harder, channeling all of his weight, as he turned to door knob in his hand. Finally the door budged and swung open. A crisp breeze hit him in the face, as he paused in the doorway. He lifted his head up and closed his eyes briefly, taking in the fresh air.

Across from him, a patch of forest stretched across. It was a great place for them to run into and hide. Also escape. The trees were scattered about, with at least twelve feet separating each trunk; it wasn't bunched together like a normal forest was, as he could see through the wood to the other side. But they could run into it and quickly manage to shake a chase.

Jermaine stepped outside and spun around to signal to Patrick to follow him, but instead he saw the poor guy squirming in the arms of Sean Avery, who had one arm wrapped around the Blackhawk’s arms, pinning them to his sides. The other hand was clamped over his mouth, stifling his cries. Michael Crabtree stood beside Sean, glowering darkly.

Jermaine stepped backward. He could run. He could escape. But he didn’t want to leave Patrick. The hockey forward deserved to be free, not locked in the cage once more, kept bound and gagged like a prisoner. He was so torn, that he could only gape in horror and continue moving backward, at a speed slower than a turtle.

Patrick bit Sean’s hand, making the big guy remove his hand momentarily. He flicked it to the side, trying to get the bite mark off, but it wouldn’t come off.

“Run Jermaine! Go, save yourself! Find Johnny! Find Jonathan Toews and get him! RU----!!!!” the blonde man managed to scream, before the hand came back to its position, cutting him off.

“Dirty son of a bitch, Kanerboo! Didn’t your parent teach you not to bite!” Sean snarled. He slammed Patrick into the wall, making him scream behind the meaty hand. The Chicago forward felt winded, but he continued to fight and thrash about. Maybe he could slip free and escape as well, but his vision was cloudy and he felt seriously lightheaded.

That was enough for the Seahawk though. He nodded to the struggling Blackhawk, as Michael moved in on him. The guy grabbed him by the wrist, halting his progress.

"I…I'm sorry," Jermaine muttered softly. He was scared, freaking out on the inside. His heart raced in his chest, beating rapidly.

The 49er slapped him hard in the face. "What are you? A child? You've been crying and complaining since you got here. The day is almost up and if I don't hear back from the cop duo, I'm just going to kill you."

"No, please, just let me go. I can…I can."

"Can what? Talk to them? They won't even listen to you screaming for help. What makes you think you can convince them to let a prisoner free. You're useless to us anyway. We are just going to kill you." He began to yank Jermaine back to the door and the warehouse entrance.

Sean still had Patrick rendered helpless. And he had covered his nose now as well. Patrick was still in full fear and desperation.

"Please don't…" Jermaine's begs were silenced by a knife being flashed before his eyes. He screamed as the evil man prepared to plunge it into him. He was trying to brace himself for the pain that was about to come.

The pain of the bullet tore back into his mind. He staggered on his legs, which bucked under him. Michael had to grip him tightly and hold him in place, before the Seattle player finally got his strength back.

“Well, it sucks really, doesn’t it? You aren’t exactly needed anymore. Kaner is more valuable to us than you, so…”

"Please....don't..."

"Life's not fair, Jermaine."

"Please..."

There was a brief moment of silence and forewarning, before Crabtree stabbed Jermaine in the shoulder. The latter screamed in agony, his shouts filling the air. Not only did he have a fricking bullet in his leg, now he had a shoulder wound from some sharp knife weapon.

He pulled at Michael’s tight grip on him, desperately. He looked to the tree line in hope. It wasn’t that far away and it was freedom. The motivation sank into him and he managed to knock the knife to the ground, out of the grasp of the man.

Then he finally swung his free arm around and shoved the 49er away and managed to pull himself free once more. The villainous football player recovered quickly, forgetting about the knife. He lunged for Jermaine, who launched himself to the side, out of the way, spinning around. He darted for the trees, not looking back.

He promised that he was come back for Patrick. He would find him and save him!! The loud stomps of Michael Crabtree came from behind him, as he was within a few feet of the tree line of the mini-forest.

“Let him go! We don’t need him, Crabs!” Jermaine heard Sean’s booming and commanding voice shout.

The football player dove into the trees, vanishing from sight, by zig-zagging. He didn’t dare look back, as he lost the sound of the footsteps behind him. But he kept going.

Notes

Okay, okay. Finally an update here.
Patrick was so close, but then....Avery had to show up. Poor Jermaine...Chop Chop. He has two battle wounds. That's a lot of blood loss there...
Anyway, Jermaine has escaped!!!!!!
What is going to happen to Kanerboo????