Dangeruss & Tazer

The vehicle stopped on the bridge that was just past the United Center. It skidded to a halt at the center, screeching to a stop and almost toppling over into the water below. Sean instantly jumped to his feet, shoving Patrick to the side. He gripped a blanket with his fingers and whisked it off of something, tossing it to the side to reveal a long wooden crate, like those used to transport goods and whatnot between countries, often by water.

As soon as it was uncovered, he turned and snatched the blonde Blackhawk back into his arms and his clutches. His eyes wide open, Patrick feared that there were more snakes and it made him whimper and he tried to thrash and slip free from the goon’s grip. But the grip tightened around him.

“I will not be caught, Crabs! I’m not going to jail neither, and if this is the end, and I am to die, this little blonde son of a bitch is going with me!” Sean snarled, as he rapidly threw open the lid to the crate, with one hand, while the other kept the struggling Patrick in place.

Michael got out of the driver’s seat. “Are you mad?”

Sean hurled a now screaming Patrick into the crate and slammed the lid shut, trapping him inside. He then jammed the lock together, as he heard the blonde Blackhawk lunge upward. His panicked muffles were trapped inside of the oxygen-less crate.

“If we’re lucky he’ll suffocate before his little friend arrives!” Sean sneered, throwing the blanket back over the crate.

“What are you going to do, Avery?” the football player questioned.

“I’m going to jump off this bridge and kill myself. Maybe throw the Blackhawk in after me, since I doubt he’ll suffocate completely in time!” Sean growled, before turning to the edge of the truck and flinging himself over the side, into the water below.

There was a loud splash that followed, before Michael looked over the railing and saw the body of his partner and the ex-hockey player floating on the surface, before it sank under, disappearing. The football player spun around and jumped back into the back of the trunk, heading toward the covered crate, however he was ambushed from behind.

He was handcuffed at once. It was Russell Wilson. He was wearing his sharp sunglasses. He pinned Michael against the side of the bridge. “Tazer, I got him! Crabtree, you bastard!”

Jonathan dashed to the truck. He swung open the front driver door and looked in, hopefully. He didn’t see anything. He darted around the back and climbed onto the back of the truck. He gazed around and almost immediately spotted the black curtain. He heard the pitiful sounds of someone or something coming in the direction.

“Kaner!” he gasped. “Peekaboo, hold on!”

He bolted forward and tore the material away at once. His eyes landed on the large crate, big enough to house a person inside. There were no air holes and it looked like a death trap. His heart began to race in his chest and anxiety filled him. How long was Patrick in there for? Was he dead? He couldn’t be.

Jonathan attempted to lift the lid up, but it would budge. That’s when he saw the lock in place on it. He fumbled with it hurriedly. He wanted it undone at once! His fingers finally managed to undo it and he tossed to the side and pushed the top of the crate up at once.

“Peeksy, hang in there!”

Inside he saw his poor teammate, barely conscious. His arms were pinned backward and tied together and his legs were also bound together, but with tape. He was bruised, beaten, bloodied, and helpless. Oh and he was denied oxygen. Black duct tape covered his mouth, stifling his pained cries and whimpers.

For a moment, Jonathan hesitated. He was horrified and taken aback by the dire state of Chicago’s great goal scorer. But after a few seconds, he mustered up his courage and reached in. He removed the adhesive material from his friend’s mouth, peeling it away diligently, yet carefully. He flicked it to the side. Then he stood up, leaned over and scooped Patrick up, pulling him out of the confines. He was shaking, but smiling weakly. Jonathan unwound the tape from Patrick’s legs, freeing him. Then he untied the rope, binding his wrists together.

Jonathan hovered before his friend briefly, after leaning him against the crate. He suddenly flung his arms around his teammate, embracing him. Patrick slowly lifted his arms up and hugged Jonathan back. They both shed tears of joy and relief.

Though he looked awful and was still shaking from his traumatic experience, Patrick was okay. He was safe. He was thankful that his captain cared so much for him and was willing to find him. If it had been the opposite, Patrick would have risked everything to save Jonathan.

“Peeksy, oh Peeksy, you’re okay!!” Jonathan sobbed into his shoulder, holding him tightly.

“I’m fine…..Tazer...thanks…” Patrick croaked.

They remained crying and embracing and enjoying the moment a little while longer, before Jonathan pulled back. He grabbed Patrick’s arm and draped it around his shoulder, hoisting him up to his feet. The poor guy was incredibly weak and couldn’t stand on his own, without falling over. They got off the truck and walked over to the captain’s car with the police lights on it.

Russell had shoved Michael into the back and was scolding him with fury. He glanced up to see the two Blackhawks stumbling over. Russell instantly raced over and helped out. They got him over to the car, just as a slew of other police cars arrived on the scene.

“So this is the infamous Peekaboo, eh?” Russell remarked, as Jonathan sat Patrick down on the ground.

Jonathan nodded. “This is Patrick Kane.”

“The one and only...!” the blonde man introduced, weakly, before doubling over forward and coughing out blood, violently.

Jonathan winced in pain. He reached into his car and found a cloth inside. He dropped down to his friend and dabbed the crimson on his lip. Patrick looked up at him gratefully. He took the material from him and convulsed again with a cough.

“Poor, poor, poor Kanerboo…” a voice slyly sneered from the ajar door of the backseat.

Russell and Jonathan glared at Michael Crabtree, who smirked.

The other real cops came and took him away, dipping their heads to the temporary duo. Michael’s distorted and insane, psychotic cackling faded away, as he was shoved into a real patrol car now and closed inside.

That car left the scene.

Jonathan saw Patrick turn pale and sway back and forth, his eyelids were heavy and drooping. And suddenly he crashed to the side.

“KANER!!” Jonathan screamed. He felt for a pulse on his friend’s neck. There was a faint one. And something else, Patrick felt extremely hot. The rag in his fingers was on the ground, as his entire body went limp. “Peeks, stay with me.”

An ambulance had arrived on the scene and the paramedics swarmed around the car and scene. Patrick was lifted and placed onto a stretcher. He coughed more and managed to moan, “Jonathan!”

The captain rushed forward and hopped into the back of the ambulance. Russell trotted after him and he too hopped in. The doors closed, as Patrick was hooked up to some device and given oxygen. One of the medics brushed against his arm and he jerks upward screaming, “NO! STOP!” Jonathan shook his head, his mouth hanging open. The vehicle launched off down the bridge and headed to the hospital in Chicago, five minutes away.

Notes

Poor Patrick and Jonathan.....don't worry, Kaner does survive!!!!
I felt horrible about writing when Avery traps him in the trunk to suffocate him!!!! But I also kind of left Avery's apparent "suicide" open-ended. There may or may not be a sequel with this one...where Avery captures Kaner again, but I don't know...we'll see....
YAY!!!! KANER IS SAFE!!!!!!!!! JONATHAN SAVED HIM!!!!!!! <3 :DDDDDD The bromance is just too much!!! :P

Next up: Our heroes split up. It is time for Dangeruss and Tazer to bid farewell and part ways....

PS: This is kind of sad but there are only two chapters left and I am sticking them up as one. So it has one more update left....so sad, but I am seriously considering a sequel for this, but I probably won't start it until the season is underway....it's gonna be funny!!! Man watching Crabtree on the screen, I wanted to punch his face, but Kyle Fuller did that for me!!!! :)