Two days previous to Nathan’s escape and the phone call with the police

Jonathan leaned against the door of his house. He calmed himself down. His heartbeat was through the roof and he felt the tears come on. What had he done?? He’d basically raped Patrick over a silly message. He buried his head in his hands. He felt awful, sick to his stomach. He wanted to apologize, but he knew Patrick wouldn’t hear it.

Patrick was gone.

The horrible scene replayed over and over in his head and it made him more sick. He couldn’t believe that he had done that. He hadn’t been drunk either. He’d just been really mad for some reason. Whoever had sent the message was good...a pro and suddenly the thought of Patrick’s hysteria about someone stalking him - them - seemed all the more true. He’d been too stubborn to notice, but all the signs pointed to someone spying on them and knowing them, but who?

He finally mustered the courage to walk and he padded into the bedroom. He pulled up the message on the screen again. Fury flooded through him, but it wasn’t directed at Patrick. Now that he’d calmed down, he realized his huge mistake. Why would Patrick Kane, the man who loved him more than anyone EVER think of sending him such a horrible message.

It was perfectly created and he knew someone had set Patrick up. It wasn’t something good and whoever had sent this to him, was going to pay. It had made him hurt his best friend and now, he had no clue where he was. With a serial killer lurking about, Jonathan had to find his best friend.

“Kaner, I’ll find you. I always find you,” he whispered to himself. Hope filled him, and for a second he thought he felt a breeze blow through him like a metaphorical form of his hope. But the windows weren’t open and he realized it must have been his mind.

He deleted the message completely, wanting it gone and then he snatched up his things, threw some clothes on and raced for the door. He threw it open and gazed out at the sky. The sun was setting and the skies over the city of Chicago were a bright reddish pink color.

He darted to his car and threw the door open.

“I’m gonna find you Kaner! I’ll find you and I’ll apologize and everything will be alright! I won’t let a serial killer get you!” He sat down in his driver seat, as he told himself this in reassurance. He couldn’t help but remember all the nights sense the news of the third victim and the profile came out.

Patrick was snuggled against him, as he had his fingers combing through the blond’s locks. When the profile of the serial killer named Keith Ballard had appeared on the TV screen, during a break in one of their favorite programs, Grimm, Patrick had turned to look up at him. He remembered his glittering blue eyes with sparkled with worry and fear.

“I’m blond and I have blue eyes.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” Jonathan had kissed him on his forehead in reassurance.

And he had kept that promise.

But now...the killer was still on the loose and Patrick was gone. And if anything happened to him, he’d never forgive himself. It would be his fault. But refused to think negatively. He had to find Patrick and save him. It was his duty as a friend, the older man, the lover, the Captain...whatever. It was his duty to find and save Patrick and keep him safe.

He turned the key in the ignition and launched off from his house and down the road, out of his neighborhood in search of Patrick Kane.


One day later,

While Nathan MacKinnon escaped the horrors of being held hostage by the horrible serial killer, Keith Ballard, Patrick Kane was deep into his undercover search. He had darted to his house, snatched up some things and then bolted back out. He didn’t want to be there, if Jonathan came crawling back to him.

Jonathan Toews was the last person he wanted to see at the moment. The man had hurt him...had raped him! He shook the memory of the scene from his head and hopped into his car and drove off.

Now, he was walking the streets of Chicago, trying to figure out where the message had come from. He’d gone to stay with another friend, one who was able to tell him that the message had been fake. He had hacked Jonathan’s computer, just in time to take it and copy it, before it was lost forever. His friend had worked to trace it and finally had to a Frederick Crosby.

He was on the move, trying to find this man named Frederick Crosby and had been led to an address a little ways away. Patrick walked up to the front door of a small one floor condo place. He peered inside.

It was dark and dim. He saw something move inside and stepped backward, yelping in shock. As soon as he took a step back, a black gloved hand came out and clamped over his mouth. Patrick screamed, but his screams were muffled by the hand. He was forced into the house by the man and dragged into the living room. The door closed and locked behind him and the man holding him.

As he struggled to slip free from the tight hold on him, he was unprepared for the next attack and was knocked over the head by some object. He immediately fell unconscious in the arms of the mystery man holding him.

Well, he wasn’t so mysterious…Patrick had a strong feeling of who he was.


Patrick blinked awake several minutes later. He had a splitting headache and attempted to raise his hand to touch it, but found that he couldn’t move his arm. He tried his other hand and then realization struck him, his arms were pinned behind his back and tied there.

What the hell? he thought to himself.

He found that he was lying sideways on a couch. He was inside the same house he’d been peering into. As he realized where he was, he found that he was sitting across from the window, he’d been gazing into. And what had moved “inside” must have been a shadow behind him.

With this slow recognition, Patrick suddenly felt some sticky adhesive over his mouth. His eyes flew wide open. At the same time, a dark haired man walked into the room and squatted down to him.

“Why were you snooping around my house, little blondie?”

Patrick narrowed his eyes and muffled an angry response. The man patted him on the face roughly. The hockey player jerked his head away, but was restricted due to how he was positioned on the couch.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I know who you are though. You’re Patrick Kane, the superstar forward for the Chicago Blackhawks. I’ve been watching you for some time now. Don’t be freaked out, sweetheart, I must say you and the Captain have quite the relationship going. It’s adorable!”

Don’t be freaked out? Right? The Blackhawk winger froze in place. He was freaking out. And his senses had been correct, he was getting stalked by some guy. Was this Frederick Crosby though? Or the serial killer? Or someone totally different?

“You must have a million questions floating around in that little cute blondie head of yours! Here’s the answer to one of them. My name is Frederick Crosby, I work hand-in-hand with this guy named Keith Ballard. I actually pointed you out to him.”

Patrick was stunned by all this. He muffled some more words, trying desperately to speak. Frederick reached out and tore the tape from his mouth. He wasn’t gentle or caring and it hurt, but he recovered and didn’t scream. He choked back the fear he felt inside.

“Better?” the man questioned slyly with a smirk.

“What’s going on? Why do you have me? Where am I?”

He put an index finger over the winger’s lips, silencing him. “Hush, hush, Patrick. You realize that you have gorgeous blond hair and pretty blue eyes?” He gestured to his features.

“What?”

“You fit the type, pretty boy. Keith knows, I know and oh man do you fit the type to a tee! We both saw you on the billboards here around Chicago, you’re quite the popular hockey player, but--Keith and I want you.”

“But I just…”

“No, you cannot go back to Jonathan, as I have heard, the two of you have had a little spat. You fought and I’m sure the two of you can’t get back together now. No, your Captain doesn’t care about you.”

“You’re the men who kidnapped Nathan MacKinnon and killed him?!”

“Perhaps!”

“You are!!”

Frederick’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and saw a message from Keith. He read the text, which said, MacKinnon escaped, do you have the Blackhawk yet?

The man glanced up, seeing Patrick squirming in place and looking worried and freaked out. Frederick smirked. He sent a reply, simply saying, Yes.

The Chicago forward looked up with sad eyes. “Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Please.”

“Sweetheart, we - I - can’t do that. You were picked from the start. MacKinnon was a test, you’re the real thing! And we serial killers have to quench our hungry...our thirst for blood and killing.”

“No, I’m not going to be killed. Jonny will find me and save me! You sent him a message...you sent him the email on purpose! You knew Jonny would get mad and hurt me, drive me off to be alone and you knew that I’d look for the person!”

“You’re smart, sweetie!”

“Why? Why do you enjoy killing people?”

“It stems from childhood really. But I think you’re smart enough to figure it out. I’m sure you’ve watched or seen some TV shows with scenarios and back stories on the bad guys/villains. Now, I’m going to put more tape over your mouth and then Keith’s gonna come and have some fun. Don’t worry, maybe you’ll crack earlier than MacKinnon!”

Frederick snickered, as he got to his feet, walked off and headed out of sight. Patrick struggled valiantly, but the ropes held him in place. His wrists and his ankles were helpless...useless. He grunted in distress.

“Don’t do this!! LET ME GO!!”

The man returned holding the roll of duct tape in his hands. He knelt down and wrapped the adhesive around Patrick’s face and mouth once more, only this time it wasn’t a long rectangle. He wrapped it around three times and then tore it apart and slapped the end in place.

“Poor baby blond Blackhawk, Patrick Kane, the mean old serial killers got him!”

He slapped the winger’s cheek and stuffed the roll of tape into his coat pocket. Then he spun on his heels and walked off, leaving him squirming and pitifully struggling on the couch.

Notes

Oops, I totally forgot about updating these. Okay, here we go...
Poor Kanerboo, eh? What have you done Jonny???? AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Save him Jonny, save Kanerboo!! :O 8O


Next up: More murders and things get dicier...!!