Chicago Disaster

The Villains Bar & Grill is a temporary lair for the Goons and Sidney. In the back of the place, a private room is located.

Two chairs have been propped back-to-back inside. In one sits Jonathan Toews. In the other sits Patrick Kane. They are both still unconscious. And they have been tied to the chairs. A single rope wraps around their upper arms three times, holding them to the chairs. Their wrists are bound together and positioned behind their backs. (For some reason, villains like this pose, but it's also not so smart...)

Luckily Sidney is a smarter villain - no, not really - and has put more space between, to separate them. They cannot touch one another.

Jonathan has a bloody cut to the side of his left eye. Imagine the fierce "Scar" look he'll give Sidney when he wakes up. Patrick looks like he has been sliced by Sylar from Heroes across the forehead. The crimson mixes with his nice dirty blonde hair.

Sidney stands to the side, eyeing his "masterpiece." Brooks, Sean and Derek stand together, all around. They have been the one's doing Sidney's "dirty work." They are his sculptors of his visions.

Jonathan is the first one to blink awake. “What the hell man?”

“What happened?” Patrick’s whisper sounds, as he gradually comes to.

They both snap awake at once, realizing what's going on.

“Sidney Fucking Crosby, of course!” Jonathan moans, rolling his head backward and around, back into place, as he gazes in front of him.

“Let us go, Sidney!” Patrick exclaims, giving a jerk against his restraints.

“It never gets old hearing that from you, Kaner!” the villainous Penguin sneers. He paces back and forth now, which Jonathan and Patrick eyeing him. “Now, it must be eating at you to know what the Mighty Sidney Crosby has planned for his two favorite Blackhawks this time?”

“No not particularly,” Chicago’s captain states.

“I don't really care to know, either,” Chicago’s number one goal scorer agrees.

“Tough shit. I'm going to tell you anyway.”

“You know you're not going to win!” Jonathan reminds the villain.

“Evil never wins, Sidney!” Patrick adds.

“That's why you haven't won yet!” Jonathan boasts.

“I will win this time though! You'll see!”

“You'd best shut up and listen to him,” Brooks Orpik snarls.

“Lest, you want to make things worse for yourselves!” Derek sneers, smirking darkly.

Patrick tosses his head backward. He sighs. Jonathan shakes his head. He is furious. Sidney is pissing him off more than Patrick Sharp does.

“Alright, so here's what's gonna happen...first, I'm going to rearrange Kaner's face here with my carving tool.” The Penguin whips out a rather large pocket knife.

Patrick’s eyes fly open wide. “That's a knife!”

“Exactly!” Sidney says, while eyeing his weapon, gazing over it. He lightly grazes the palm of his hand over the sharp blade. It doesn’t draw any blood, but he smirks, as he feels how pointy the teeth of the blade are. His point gets across to Patrick, who fights against his tethers.

“Way to pick the obvious route, there, Kaner!” Jonathan teases.

“Now is not the time to patronize me, Tazer!” Patrick grunts.

Sidney slips up and sticks the knife blade to Patrick's neck. Patrick instinctively cranes his head backward, biting his lip. “Let's see here, Johnny, how should I rearrange his pretty little boyish party face?”

“Don't! Leave him alone!” the Blackhawk captain screams.

Sidney glares at Patrick. “And why should I do that?”

“Peekaboo is innocent!”

“Thanks Tazer!”

“Hey, no problem Peeks. I'm only trying to SAVE YOUR SKIN!!”

“That's enough! Tell me my carving and I won't make it slow and painful for him. Otherwise it will be slow and I'll just ask my henchmen what they think!”

Jonathan tosses his head backward. He cannot see Patrick or Sidney, but he is definitely racking his brain for options. Stalling is good.

“Tell me now, Jonathan Toews!”

“Okay, okay, no need to scream at me, Sid. But wouldn't it be better if you leave him in fear for a little bit, while I think of something good. I'm not so great on the spot like this. Too much pressure, you know.”

“I hear what you mean! I sort of like it. I can make an evil genius of you yet Jonathan Toews.” Sidney backs away from Patrick, withdrawing the knife in the process. He sheathes the blade and puts it back into his pocket. He smirks the whole time.

Patrick slowly moves his head back, gazing at Sidney.

“What do you know, Kanerboo, you're roomie is an evil mastermind!”

Patrick spits at the Pittsburgh player, which makes Sidney cackle. He ruffles Patrick's shaggy hair. Then he grabs Patrick's chin in his fingers. They lock eyes.

“I'll be back to see what your little friend has planned for your new look.” Sidney drops his hand, releasing Patrick's chin.

Patrick thrusts himself against the ropes, ending up going nowhere. “I'm going to fucking kill you!”

“Go ahead and try to. I dare you!” Sidney frowns and briskly walks out of the room with his posse.

Patrick screams at the top of his lungs.

“Peekaboo! Kaner, Kaner settle down.”

“How can I be calm? You're going to kill me, Tazer!”

“No I'm not!”

“Yeah sure, maybe you remember what you just said to Sidney Fucking Crosby!” Patrick attempts to rotate around in his chair. He mimics his linemate with, "Wouldn't it be better if you leave him in fear for a little bit, while I think of something good. I'm not so great on the spot like this. Too much pressure, you know." He snorts with anger, “Good job, buddy!”

“What was I supposed to do? You rather I had told him to kill you right then? You're welcome for buying us some more moments!”

They fall silent. It is tense.

Patrick finally speaks once more. He is notably calmer, but he is also upset. “I'm sorry, Tazer. I really am grateful to you for stalling.” He sniffles.

“I don't want to lose you. We've been in this together, you and me and Sharpy.”

“Sharpy! Shit! What happened to him?”

“For all you and I know, he didn't make it!”

“SIDNEY CROSBY KILLED PATRICK SHARP!!”

“Keep calm, Peeks. We'll get outta here. I promise.”

“Sidney will be back any minute to rearrange my face based on your "grand vision!" How the hell can you expect me to remain calm? We're not going to make it, Johnny.”

“Peekaboo, Peeks, Kaner, think positive. We'll make it. We'll get out alive. Be positive.”

“How?”

“You've got to remain strong.”

“But, it'll hurt.”

“You'll make it. Have faith. You'll make it!”

Minutes pass by. It is taking Sidney a lengthier amount of time. Jonathan closes his eyes and lets out a long, deep sigh. He can hear his friend trying hard to keep calm. He can sense that Patrick is at war within himself.

Notes

Awe :(