Dangeruss & Tazer

Meanwhile,

Patrick Kane resumed trying to escape. He pushed himself to his feet, finding that he could just stand up, under the top set of bars. He gazed around, trying to figure out a plan of escape. He could feel the ropes burning into his skin, where he was positive that the rough material had scratched him, like the claws of a cat.

There was nothing that could help him out. And as he looked around, his eyes caught sight of a figure moving outside the office window, which was made of a special kind of one way looking glass. He could see the shadow of the person talking to another, but couldn’t make out gender or even if it was male of female. The other figure’s shadow came into his view. They were arguing. He figured it was the two kidnappers.

Patrick watched them with curiosity, standing in the center of the cage.

Suddenly one of the figures vanished and Patrick heard footsteps and saw one of the men who had kidnapped him, enter the room. The man stormed over to the cage. The shaggy haired Blackhawk sat back down in the chair at once, as the man entered the cage, holding various items in his hands.

The Blackhawk’s eyes picked out: ropes, rolls of four different tapes, a light blue, buttoned down the middle dress shirt, a hockey stick, a puck, and a few ties. His baby blue eyes flew open at once and he jumped to his feet. Then he slowly backed away, whimpering and pleading into the tape over his mouth.

The man set the items down and removed his ski mask, revealing his face. Patrick’s muffled gasp sounded. “Mmvmmy!”

The large man cracked his neck and grabbed Patrick Kane, before he could back up anymore. He forced him roughly back into the chair. He finally tore the adhesive from Patrick’s mouth, while pinning him down.

“Oww!” Patrick screamed, as he felt his skin being pulled off his face by the rapid removal of the sticky material. “What the hell’s going on here?”

“Shut up Kane!”

“Why did you kidnap me, Avery?”

Sean Avery smacked him across the face, before he slapped his hand over the forward’s mouth once more, muting his terrified and furious screams. He pinched his captive’s cheeks, while he kept his hand clamped over the Chicago superstar’s mouth.

“You really wanna know the answer?” Sean put his head down, right in front of the blonde haired man’s. His eyes glittered with anger and hate. His eyebrows were knit together in a dark stern look.

Patrick muffled his response, shifting his torso, as he struggled in his place. He smelled the alcohol on the ex-Ranger’s breath, as he spoke. It smelled awful. He had definitely been drinking and he was definitely high on the intoxication scale.

“You don’t remember me, do you little Kanerboo?” Sean spoke again, more of the awful beer smell on his breath wafted into Patrick’s nostrils.

The Blackhawk shook his head, puzzled. Sean Avery threw his head back and cackled. Patrick muffled, “What did I do?” Sean lost his sense of humor and once more frowned at the man, who he held captive in the cage.

“2010, Kane! You and your obnoxious teammates got drunk off your asses at a bar! You came over to me and started to hit me. I was just sitting there, enjoying a few beers, and you came over and assaulted me!”

Patrick’s eyes widened. He remembered. But he had a different version of the story to tell. He snapped at the ex-hockey player’s hand to remove it. He managed to bite him, but was slapped across the face once again.

“Don’t bite Kanerboo, it’s not becoming of you!”

“My name is Patrick, Pat, Kaner or Peekaboo, not Kanerboo! That name just sounds rude and childish!” the Blackhawk snarled.

“I’ll call you what I want to! You are my captive!”

“Your story isn’t quite right by the way! I didn’t instigate the fight! I was drunk and I did go up to you, but you landed the first punch. We took the battle outside and continued, until Johnny arrived and saved me! I didn’t start the fight, you did!”

Sean growled. He stood up, looming, menacingly over the smaller man.

“Untie me and let me go!!”

Sean snorted and spat a ball of saliva on the ground at the feet of the chair and the legs of the freaked out forward. He shook his head and walked back to his pile of things. He snatched up the light blue shirt. He spun back around to the blonde haired hockey player, in the chair.

Patrick eyed him, giving sharp jerks against the ropes binding his arms behind his back. Sean stepped back up to him. He placed the shirt over the back of the chair and then yanked the Chicago player to his feet, with such a powerful force that Patrick thought his arms would pop out of their sockets. Sean untied the ropes from Patrick’s wrists, freeing him and tossed the rope into the chair.

Before the Blackhawk could make an attempt to escape, the man removed his shirt and replaced it with the blue one. It was a dress shirt with collars that fit nicely around his white neck. The material felt soft and comfortable on him. The sleeves of the shirt cut off at his elbows. The goon left it unbuttoned down the middle, grinning. Then he shoved Patrick back into his seat, quickly brushing the rope out from under him and sending it to the floor.

He gave the hostage a villainous glare, that rocked the poor guy to the soul, before he spun around. He headed back to his pile of “fun” and grabbed the various tape rolls up and two of the ties. He ultimately chose a black duct roll from the bunch. He pulled the end tip, stretching the adhesive out, causing it to make a horrible noise. The goon proceeded to bind Patrick to the chair with the tape. He made sure to attach both of his wrists to the arms of the chairs and then his ankles to the legs, spreading his legs apart.

When he was sure that the Blackhawk couldn’t move, he rounded the chair, clutching the roll and the two ties, which dangled over his arm. He fit the roll of tape over his own hand and wore it like a bracelet. He put one of the ties around his neck and with the other one, he held it at either end with both hands. He lifted his arms over Patrick’s head, holding his hands out in front of the helpless forward.

“Anything else to say to me, Kanerboo? Surely you’ve learned your lesson from 2010’s incident, right? Surely Captain Serious and the Prankster have taught you not to drink like crazy and have a problem, right?”

“Yes!”

“So here’s what’s gonna happen, precious Blackhawk, my new friend Crabs and I are going to keep you here. We’ll occasionally return to have a little fun, but other than that, you’re going to stay locked up in this cage here!”

Sean’s warm breath landed on his ear, caressing it with tease. Patrick pulled at the tape, trying to loosen it and slip out or rip it apart. He couldn’t. His eyes stayed glued on the tie in front of him. Sean gave the tie a jerk, snapping it in place. It frightened Patrick.

“Piss off!” the younger Blackhawk shot, swallowing his fear.

That was enough for the evil man. He moved his arms back and wrapped the tie around Patrick’s head, tying the knot behind him, at the nape of his neck and hair. He made sure to pull it back to the farthest point, inserting it snugly into his mouth, so that his lips formed around the material. The blonde haired man muffled a scream, as Sean tore off a piece of the tape and stuck it over his mouth and the tie gag, underneath.

Patrick tossed his head around, thinking that the motion would get the uncomfortable tie and tape off of his mouth. He gagged violently, his moans rising in pitch, as he frantically thrashed about. The goon wasn’t done, he had one final move. He grabbed Patrick by a handful of his hair and forced him to remain still. With his other hand, he pulled the other tie off his neck. He wrapped that over Patrick’s head, blindfolding him. He tied it tightly in place behind his head.

The Blackhawk continued to grunt in distress and work at the tape holding him down, but it didn’t get him anywhere. Soon he felt Sean Avery’s hands caressing his chest, a few times in the center, before slapped him hard on the skin in the center in farewell.

Patrick screamed into the tape, gagging on the rough material stuffed in. It rubbed against his tongue, causing a foreign taste and sensation inside. He threw his head backward, hitting the top of the chair, as he wailed helplessly to the heavens. He couldn’t see anything but blackness.

He heard the cage door slam shut and the lock being inserted into place, trapping him in. Snickering followed, fading in pitch, as Sean Avery left him alone once more.

Notes

Alright, guilty, I love having my villains taunt poor Patrick with the nickname Kanerboo! It's so sweet, innocent and childish. It's like something an opponent would use to get under his skin on the ice...but it's cool and I created it!!

Sean Avery's a dick! A big, fat, stupid dick! I'm glad that the asshole doesn't pollute the ice anymore! Leave Kaner and the Blackhawks alone!