Chicago Disaster

Ryan Getzlaf, Patrice Bergeron, Brad Marchand, and Tyler Seguin zoom down the highway, where just hours earlier the three Chicago Blackhawks had been. Ryan is the driver and Patrice sits next to him. Brad and Tyler are in the backseat, bickering.

Brad suddenly raises his voice loudly and addresses everyone: Tyler and Ryan mostly. “Can you all try not to get yourselves into trouble, when you go on vacation?”

“We try to be alert, but you know, it's not always easy to avoid!” Ryan responds, sending a quick glance into the rearview mirror.

“You try being a dashingly handsome young center, sometime, Marchy!” Tyler comments, flicking his head to the side and giving Brad one of his “seduction” looks.

Brad sighs, “Some days I'd love to, Segs.”

Patrice rolls his eyes and shakes his head, as he stares at Brad and Tyler, who begin to slap one another, like little children. “Getz, take us to the U.C. please.”

Ryan nods. He takes the exit for the home of the Blackhawks.

“How do you know they're at the U.C.?” Tyler asks.

Patrice raises an eyebrow at the young Dallas forward. “It's the home of the Chicago Blackhawks.”

“That was a stupid question Segs, think first, man!” The small Boston winger punches Tyler's shoulder.

Ryan glances into the rearview mirror. “Don't make me pull this car to the side and come back there!”

Patrice holds back chuckles of amusement. He cups his hands over his mouth. He thinks that the Anaheim captain is pretty funny. Ryan pulls into the lot of the United Center.

Outside, a male is arguing with a snowy gray haired man. The male combs his moppy brown hair with his fingers. He looks like he had been lit on fire, and is covered with dust. We know his real story though. It's Patrick Sharp.

Ryan parks the Slasher. The four players get out. They walk up.

“I'm telling you the truth! Why else would I look like this, Coach?” Patrick Sharp is stating his case. He stamps his foot down on the cement.

The snowy haired man shakes his head. This is the Chicago Blackhawks' Coach. Coach Joel Quenneville. He isn't believing his veteran forward's story one bit. “I don't know, Patrick. I doubt your story. Kaner and Tazer are in Winnipeg.”

“They aren't. I was with the two and then...boom, the car exploded. I was thrown from the vehicle. I searched the rubble for bodies and for them.”

“Really?”

“I'm telling the truth, Coach!” Patrick turns and walks away, distressed. He combs his long locks again, before disappearing into the building.

Coach Q turns to the group, curiously. His eyes rest onto them, as they all hop onto the sidewalk.

“Hey, Coach Q, right?” Ryan questions, hopping onto the sidewalk, where the Chicago coach stands, shaking his head.

“Ryan Getzlaf? Patrice Bergeron? What are you doing here?”

“It's a rather long backstory. But basically we're here looking for Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane,” Patrice replies.

“I won't press. But there's been a terrible accident, it seems. I was just informed about it. Apparently the scene was assessed…” the coach looks downward, then flashes a look toward the entrance for the Madhouse on Madison.

“And they weren't there?” Tyler suggests, finishing the coach’s thought.

“Apparently not. No. Which is why I have a hard time believing that man.” He shakes his head, nodding in the direction the Patrick Sharp had left in.

Ryan reaches out and puts a hand, comfortingly on Coach Q's shoulder. “Hey, I can tell you with 90% certainty that Kaner and Tazer aren't dead. Yet.” (90%? Really, Ryan Getzlaf? 90%?)

The Chicago Head Coach eyes him, suspiciously. “They're alive?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I agree with Getz,” Patrice says.

“Unfortunately? Why, unfortunately?” the snowy haired man, inquires.

Ryan turns to the Boston captain. “Should we tell him?”

Patrice sighs. “I don't see why not.”

“What? Where are my star forwards? Tell me this instant!”

The Anaheim leader spins back to the man. “Sidney. Crosby.”

“Sidney Crosby?” Coach Q looks rather flummoxed.

“Yes. He probably has them held somewhere!” Patrice states.

“But I thought Sidney was...you know....good?” the coach expresses.

“Oh man…” Ryan laughs.

“Sidney is the farthest thing from good!” Brad adds on.

“You don't know the real Sidney Crosby! The one who has attempted to kill every single one of us. The one who has threatened us non-stop. Who created a group known as the Anti-Code Goons!” Tyler explains, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, a real “good” guy!”

Coach Q looks bewildered and shocked. He can't believe this. There is an ounce of relief to know that his forwards are possibly still alive. He also appears to look in Patrick Sharp's "exit" direction. He feels a little bad and regret toward not believing him. “So if this is all true...where is Sidney Crosby, Kaner, and Tazer?”

“We don't know.” Ryan looks down, embarrassed.

“We need to hook up the Slasher to the Spotter's GPS? Maybe it will tell us,” Patrice remarks to his posse, nodding in Ryan’s direction.

Brad notices the Chicago coach looking at them, strangely. “Don't ask. Just go with it.”

“I won't. I just want to find my center and winger! Go find them. Whatever this is that is going on with you all.”

“We will try our hardest, sir.” Ryan salutes the snowy haired man, respectfully.

The group leaves the Chicago Coach standing. He is still trying to piece together how Sidney Crosby could have the nerve to kidnap Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews. And then attempt to kill them.

Notes

The 90% from Getzy! lol