Val’s POV

When we had had enough of the fireworks and excitement, we walked out of the park and headed for the car. We strolled hand-in-hand and hummed along to one of the classic Disney songs, “Can You Feel The Love Tonight” from The Lion King. I knew this one, as the movie was one of my favorites growing up in Russia.

We both sang out the chorus together and in fact, we sung it in Russian:

“Нынче ты узнал любовь
и вечер дивно тих
Царят лишь мир,
покой и нежность
во всех сердцах живых...

Нынче к вам пришла любовь,
прокравшись под луной
Вам шепча слова волшебные
в тишине ночной!”

Before we got in, I turned to her and pulled her to me for another long kiss. I wanted her to know that I was grateful for her presence in my life and that I was extremely happy to have finally gotten the chance to go to Disney. I was so excited and I’d had such a great time.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and we made out at the side of the car, unaware of anything that was going on around us. I didn’t care. All that mattered was her. I loved her. And I wanted to stay with her and be with her. But I knew that I was a hockey player and a major part to the Dallas Stars team.

Could I whisk her away from Florida? Could I take her to Dallas? I wasn’t for kidnapping or doing anything illegal, but I considered it and I could tell she thought the same thing.

Our lips remained locked together and I didn’t realize until too late that we weren’t alone. I pulled backward to gaze at her and that’s when I felt two gloved hands grab my wrists and pull them backward behind my back. Before I knew it, they were bound behind me. Blackness consumed my vision; I realized that a black bag had been thrown over my head.

“EVELYNA!!” I screamed out.

“NICHY, NO!!” I heard her scream in horror.

Immediately following that, I felt the hands firmly grasp onto my shoulders and arms, shoving me somewhere. I was pretty sure that I was away from the car and my thoughts were confirmed, when I felt myself being lifted up and placed into something rectangular-ish. I landed on a solid surface, but it felt small and cramped. I screamed and struggled, feeling helpless.

Someone punched me in the stomach, while another bound my legs together at the ankles. The bag slipped off my head and I saw that I was inside of a car...in a trunk. (WHY, WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS TO THE POOR GUY??!! People got problems, man!)

“Evelyna, help!!” I screamed again.

But as one of the villains moved to the side, I saw that my heroine and new girlfriend was lying on the ground, bleeding and knocked unconscious. A black cloaked figure, like the kind from any number of TV shows and movies stood over her. He almost looked like a vampire, but he spun around holding the familiar baseball bat in his hands. I knew who this was and what was going on. I didn’t like it at all! I screamed again in frustration and fear, hoping someone...anyone would hear me and come to the rescue. But Brock Mason, the vampire, walked up to me and smirked, sinisterly.

“You thought we were going to give up? She should never have taken you to Disney World, you Russian asshole!”

I gulped, swallowing hard, as I gazed up into his cold, uncaring eyes. He snapped his head back and forth and flicked his cape. “Gag him! I don’t wanna hear his pathetic screams!”

I opened my mouth ready to scream again, but one of the helpers lifted my head up, while another stuffed some kind of fabric into my mouth. They wrapped the material tightly in place around my head. I felt my lips part uncomfortably, as they formed around the rough texture. I made an attempt to speak, but pitiful sounds came out.

I tried to shake my head, but could only do so much. I felt like a fish on dry land, only able to wiggle in place like a pathetic captive. The ropes around my ankles and wrists scratched my skin and it hurt. I tried to plead the two helpers to release me, but they only laughed and slammed the trunk lid shut.

Darkness once more filtered into my vision. I whimpered and attempted to shift into a more comfortable position. How would I be able to survive this time? My heroine was unconscious and my captors were taking me away. She’d have to tell Tyler, Jamie and the Stars organization that I had been caught in a cruel revenge scheme! It made me a little furious inside and I kicked out in anger. My muscles strained with my motion as I tried to create some noise and alert people on the outside.

But I soon heard the engine gun to live and the vehicle zoomed off. I was a lost cause!

I, Valeri Nichushkin, was on my way to my death!

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Evelyna’s POV

I broke apart from his lips. I stared deep into his baby blues, lost in the complexity and sweet innocent that he exuded. They were amazing eyes. Forget about Patrick Kane, Gabriel Landeskog and Ryan Getzlaf...THESE were gorgeous eyes.

Suddenly I felt him being yanked away from my hold. I saw him pulled backward and quickly tied up. Two people bound his wrists together behind him and placed a black bag over his head. I felt the fury rise in me. Put a bag over my Valeri Nichushkin? I was ready to kick some ass to save my Prince!!

I heard him scream my name and it pained me deeply to hear him sound so troubled and in agony. “NICHY, NO!!” I blurted out.

“Nichy, yes!!” a voice sneered to the side of me, but I ignored it. I started forward, with one thing on my mind: free Valeri Nichushkin. I needed to save him. I had to save him. I stormed forward, but was stopped by a sharp blow to the side of my head. I fell to the ground, as I saw my boyfriend being forced into the trunk of a black car.

“Valeri…” I moaned, before my eyelids closed from the impact against my temple. Someone had hit me there purposefully to stop me from saving my precious Dallas Star and I knew immediately who it was.

It was Brock Mason.

And the dastardly bastard of UCF had captured Val again! He had successfully kidnapped him from me and that wasn’t a good thing!


Some hours later, I woke up. Somehow I had remained undiscovered and untouched. I pushed myself up, screaming in agony, as a sharp and shrill pain entered my skull and clouded my vision over briefly. I ignored the shooting pain, fighting through and managed to sit up. I gazed around the empty lot seeing only myself, the car and a piece of paper jammed down the center of my shirt. I pulled it out and slowly unraveled it, realizing that the paper had a message on it.

“If you want your precious Dallas Star so much, come and pick up his pieces at my place! Signed Brock Lee Mason.” I read the message, before moaning. “Son of a bitch!” I howled and crumpled the paper up into a ball and threw it toward the can by one of the streetlights. I was no talented NBA player, but I made the basket.

I scrambled to my feet and staggered over to the car. I fumbled with the handle, finally opening the driver’s side door. I hopped in and glanced into the mirror to see a large black and blue mark on my temple and a bloody nose. The blood was dark, so I figured that it was dried. I blinked back the waves of pain and started the engine, I had to get back to Northgate. I had to dress my wounds and tell my roommates what was going on.

It was a fairly easy drive back and luckily the pain stayed at bay. It was exactly like driving while being exhausted or with a splitting headache. Trust me, if this was any other circumstance like if Tyler Seguin had been kidnapped instead, I wouldn’t drive like this. But it was sweet little Valeri Nichushkin and he was worth dying to save!

I pulled into Northgate and staggered up the stairs and exploded into the apartment. Immediately, my roommates came to help me out.

“What happened? Where’s Nichy?” they asked. “Where’s Val?”

I clutched onto them, shakingly, as they aided me over to the table and sat me in one of the chairs. Melissa grabbed a towel from the kitchen and soaked the tip with water and returned to me. She handed it to me and I blotted my red colored nose.

“Brock ambushed us at Disney. He knocked me out with - what I’m sure is - that bat he owns. He tied Val up and put him in the trunk of his car...in the trunk!!” I bit my lip, feeling another wave of agony wash over me. I put the cool, damp cloth on the bruise, but it didn’t exactly do anything. I really needed a bag of ice. I kindly asked Melissa to get it for me and she humbly obliged.

There was a moment of chill silence, before she returned and handed me that bag wrapped in a towel. I put it to my head and leaned backward. The pain had subsided some, but still hurt like hell.

“So, what are you gonna do? You aren’t gonna let him get away with kidnapping Val?”

“You’re damn right I’m not. Poor Val, he’s probably super scared right now. I can’t imagine what those dicks are gonna do to him…” I shook my head, seeing my roommates doing the same thing. They truly cared about him as well and I was happy for their support.

“We’ll help you. You can’t do this alone!” Kaitlyn remarked.

Caitlyn and Melissa nodded.

“Thanks girls. I’m really appreciative of your support and willingness.”

“Let’s all get some sleep right now and then tomorrow, we’ll find Val!”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“Yeah. I think I can make it through. After all if a hockey player can take a puck to the face and still manage to lead his team to victory, so can I with a little headache!”

They returned to their rooms and I stumbled into mine, still clutching the ice rag. I didn’t bother to change clothes and I just got into my bed alone once again and fell asleep, holding the ice to my head.


When I woke up, it was 9 am the next morning. A Saturday morning. The girls were already up and dressed. I felt much better and I noticed the headache was gone. I quickly got dressed as well. I found Val’s hockey stick leaning against the backside of my dresser and I grabbed it. As I tied my crimson hair back into a ponytail, I stared into the mirror of my bathroom. I was ready to save my prince.

I had to save Valeri Nichushkin.

We were meant to be together; I knew it. I finally had managed to get a boyfriend and he was abducted by a crazy anti-sports dickhead! I couldn’t let the guy get away with this. I knew the innocent hockey player for the Dallas Stars didn’t deserve any of this. Even if his defensemen, mentor and teammate had made a huge mistake in his past!

I walked out of my bathroom, feeling more ready than ever. Together, my roommates and I left the apartment and walked outside. We gathered together right outside the door, as Caitlyn locked the door.

“So where are we gonna find Val?” Melissa asked. “Where is Brock holding him?”

“I don’t know. But someone has too!” I exclaimed.

We descended the stairs, almost running into Kylie. She looked frightened, like someone was chasing after her.

“Oh thank God, Evelyna!” she gasped.

“Kylie? What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Valeri!! I saw him! Brock has him tied up and gagged at Rick’s place in Tivoli!” Kylie blurted out. She shook her head in horror. What she had seen, apparently she could not unsee. And it was freaking the poor woman out.

“Tivoli?”

“Yes. I was visiting one of the film people there and when I was walking to the shuttle stop, I saw them. They had some kind of cloth material wrapped around the poor boy’s mouth and I knew it wasn’t in fun...he was in trouble!”

“Where? Where?” I demanded.

“I’ll show you. As soon as I saw, I knew I had to come and tell you about it! Follow me!”

We all followed Kylie to the shuttle stop and got on the first bus that was leaving. I gripped the hockey stick tightly in my hands and muttered to myself, “не волнуйтесь Вал, Эвелина прихода. (Don’t worry Val, Evelyna’s coming.)”

We got off at the second stop, as that was where Kylie had been. We followed her to one of the buildings near the far end of the apartment complex and snuck into the hallway. She motioned to the room that was apparently Rick’s. It wasn’t Brock’s, since he was at Northgate.

I was so infuriated that I didn’t bother with being conspicuous. I kicked open the door and watched as it swung open and banged against the wall. I held the weapon in my hands, ready to swing it at someone. But I froze, as my eyes landed on the sight before me.

“Nichy!!” I screamed, feeling my throat run dry and my legs buckle under my weight.

Notes

OMG, If ever there is a REAL Brock person here at UCF, I WILL kick his ass... DON'T YOU EVER PUT A BAG OVER VALERI NICHUSKIN'S HEAD! DON'T TIE HIM UP OR PUT HIM IN A TRUNK! AND CERTAINLY DON'T GAG HIM!! :( Cause if you do, I will come and put the beatdown on you! Leave him ALONE!
Anyway, yes, this is a horrible chapter, but it will get better....kind of.

Next up: RESCUE!!!! (Fuckers at Tivoli...hate 'em...just kidding)