Chicago Disaster

Ryan, Patrice, Brad, and Tyler are back in the Slasher.

“The Slasher couldn't pick up the location. But Jamie and Corey said the Spotter "spotted" the Goons at a local pub. Does anyone in here happen to know about the Villain's Lair?” Ryan reports.

Tyler shakes his head, biting his lip. “I don't.”

“Me neither,” the Bruin pest states.

“Don't worry. I found the place on my phone. It's not that far away,” Patrice exclaims, holding his phone up and shows Ryan.

“Let's go save some 'Hawks then!” Brad cries.

The group zooms down the roads of Downtown, following the GPS directions.


Before long they pull up to the location. Ryan quickly spins the wheel and parks the Slasher in the back, out of sight. The four get out. As soon as they get out of the vehicle, ear-splitting screams are heard.

“That's not good.” Ryan’s face shows deep concern, as the big Anaheim Duck faces the others.

Patrice flinches, uncomfortably, as another horrible shriek fills his eardrums. “Not at all.”

“That's Patrick Kane!” Tyler exclaims.

“Well, let's not just stand here. Let's get our asses in there and rescue our friends!” Brad yells.

They all dart inside of the "Lair" through the back door.

They find themselves staring across the bar part of the place, right at Sean Avery and Brooks Orpik. The two goons look up.

“Olympians!” Sean snarls, getting to his feet and whacking his friend on the arm.

“That's Mighty Olympians, you jackass!” Brad spits, raising a fist in anger.

“Get them!” Brooks shouts.

The two get to their feet and launch forward toward the group.

“You two hold them off, Marchy and I will go find Kaner and Tazer,” Patrice commands.

Tyler and Ryan share a confusing look. They haven't exactly been paired up together before. But they obey Patrice's orders though, unquestioning. The rescue patrol split apart.

Patrice and Brad hurry off. They find the side room door, where they are pretty sure Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews are being held captive and tortured. Patrice tries the handle; it is locked.

Brad spits on the ground in rage. “Fucking Sidney Crosby. Bastard is definitely getting ten times smarter.”

Patrice kicks at the door. “We need to break down this door!” Patrice shrieks, pounding at the door.

Brad frowns, spinning to him. “No, Bergy, really?”

“Not the time, Marchy!”

Brad joins him in the act. They both ram themselves hard into the door. It snaps off the hinges and they stumble into the room. Less than gracefully. They recover and jump into ready position, as quickly as they can.

“Bruins!” Sidney hisses.

Ahead of them, Sidney grips a decent sized knife in his hand. He is hovered over Patrick Kane, who is forced to stay still by Derek Dorsett. Patrick's face is covered in blood. His arms and wrists are covered in red marks from being trussed up.

“What the hell is your problem, Sidney? Damn!” Brad snarls, shaking his head.

Sidney makes a sudden move, swapping knives. He snatches up a butcher's blade. He raises it up, like he is going to hit a baseball past the Green Monster at Fenway Park. (He wouldn't really get a homerun, because Sidney Crosby sucks. His ball would be intercepted in the field and he would be out! Ha!)

Patrice shakes his head. “Not today!” He charges Sidney, who instigates the swinging motion, toward Patrick's neck.

Just before the blade touches Patrick's skin, the Boston Bruin nails Sidney in the chest, knocking him backward. The knife flies away from his grasp. Sidney and Patrice roll around on the ground. Patrice Bergeron's getting in a fight! And he lands a few blows on the Penguin's captain!

Brad storms up to Derek Dorsett, who has lost focus. His eyes are on Sidney and Patrice. He doesn't realize, until too late, that the Bruin pest has come up to him. Brad swings his fist into Derek's skull, knocking him backward. He loses his grip on Patrick's head. Brad continues to swing at Derek, pissed off.

“Pick on someone your own size, Dornob!”

“Silly pansy.”

Brad knees Derek in the head and knocks him out cold. He ends up bloodying his nose and chipping one of his teeth in the process. Brad cracks his neck. Then he remember the poor, helpless Blackhawk. He turns back to Patrick Kane and unties him from the chair.

“Nice face, Kaner,” Brad chirps, as he unties him.

“Shut up! I'm in a lot of pain right now!”

“Okay, I'll chirp you later then, I suppose.” Brad pulls the last knot undone.

Patrick instantly touches his eye and mouth, wincing slightly. Luckily the Olympians had arrived just in time. Sidney hadn’t gotten the Glasgow look on Patrick finished all the way. He had a nice cut on his mouth, but it wasn’t anything permanent.

Brad leaves him, turning to free Jonathan. He manages to get him free quicker. Jonathan jumps to his feet at once and gives the pest a curt nod and momentary smile of thanks.

“Thanks Marchy. Help out your captain. I'm going to take Kaner and get him some help ASAP!”

“You got it Tazer!”

Jonathan slips up to his partner-in-crime. He carefully places Patrick's arm over his shoulder and lifts him to his feet. “Come on, Peeksy, it's Johnny. I've got you.” He aids Patrick out of the room.

Brad cocks his head, as he watches them exit the room. He feels something in his heart. Those two Blackhawks have an unbreakable bond between themselves, almost brotherly. He can’t help but smile and empathize with the two Chicago Blackhawks.

Brad cracks his knuckles, whipping around. “Let's finish this!” He grabs Sidney's head, as the villainous Penguin rolls Patrice over and pins him down on the ground. Brad wraps his arms around Sidney's neck, catching him in a headlock.

Patrice lands one last blow to Sidney's face. “Leave us the hell alone, Sid! You will never win!”

“I will never give up trying to rid the Earth of you pathetic Olympians! I will chase you down, hunt you, attempt to kill you, until I finally do win!” Sidney snickers, through a bloody smirk.

Patrice and Brad clock him over the head.

“Dumbass Penguin!” the smaller Bruin snarls, spitting on the Penguin and kicking him in the ribs.

“He'll never give up, will he!?” Patrice states, cracking his neck and stretching his arms out.

“What if we kill him off now and end all of this?!”

“We've tried. He can't kill us and strangely, we can't kill him. It would be pointless.”

“So we're going to be chasing each other forever!”

“Afraid so.”

“But that's too much pressure.”

“We'll search for a way to kill him. We'll find some way to end him, before he finds a way for us. But until we do, Sidney is going to be the thorn in our side!”

Brad looks down at the evil Penguin. He heaves a heavy sigh. “It would be wise of us to find a way to end him soon. He does appear to be growing smarter. If he does manage to kill even one of us, I fear what he will become.”

“I do too. But we won't let him. Now let's get back to the others.”

“Tazer took Kaner to the hospital for his wounds. I think.”

Patrice dips his head. “I saw poor Kaner’s face. I hope it’s nothing too serious!”

They exit the room.


Back in the bar, Ryan and Tyler have subdued Brooks already. They stand back to back, like a spy duo.

Unfortunately, Sean has grabbed Jonathan, who is kicking and squirming in his grasp. Patrick Kane is on the floor, helpless. They haven't made it very far.

Brad races forward and slew-foots Sean, making him release Jonathan in the process. Jonathan helps Patrick to the side, moving out of the way, immediately, as Sean and Brad launch into a mini-fight. Brad spits at Sean, who attempts to land a blow. He misses, going high. (Kind of like P.K. Subban.) Brad ducks, whipping around and kicks Sean in the ribs, sending him into the bar. His head makes contact with the hard edge and knocks him silly.

Patrice stands to the side. He watches Ryan and Tyler high-five one another.

“Marchy, get me a towel, quickly please!” Jonathan orders, as he cradles his best friend in a booth, near the wall.

Brad dips his head and finds a towel at the bar. He dashes back and passes it to Jonathan. The captain begins to gently clean Patrick Kane's scars. Poor Patrick Kane has scars at either corner of his mouth. He also has the deep, permanent-looking eye scar. Not to mention the deep cut from the car explosion is still visible under the curly locks of his crimson-stained blonde hair.

Jonathan cleans the blood from his buddy's face, as best as he can. At times Patrick Kane cringes in agony, but he tries his best to remain calm and collected. He doesn’t exactly feel comfortable showing weakness in front of the Bruin pest.

But Brad Marchand doesn’t seem to be in the teasing mood anymore. He watches, horrified. And he shows Patrick, sympathy.

“You were very brave, Peeks. I'm so very proud of you.”

“It wasn't easy. It hurt a lot. It still does. But deep down I tried to have faith.”

Patrice flashes a kind smile. “I have taught you well, young Kaner.”

Patrick attempts to return it. Jonathan continues to take care of his friend.

“Let's get out of here, while we still can!” Ryan states.

Tyler nods. He is staring at the two unconscious goons. “Sidney and his Goons will recover and they will return. Hungrier than ever to destroy us.”

Ryan pats the Dallas Star. “Which is why we need to get out of here now.”

“We need to all return to Winnipeg and gather in Headquarters for a plan,” Patrice addresses.

“But first, we need to make sure Kaner is okay and I need to let Coach know that we are okay,” Jonathan speaks up.

“And a special friend, if he made it…” Patrick looks down, cringing in pain, as he moves.

Jonathan helps Patrick to his feet, setting the blood soaked cloth on the table. The group, including Jonathan and Patrick, exit the "Lair" and get into the team vehicle of the Slasher. They take off and head back to the U.C.

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