Evelyna’s POV

I wanted to murder Sidney Crosby so much! Have I already made that point pretty clear? Well, he was pissing me off the deep end. He’d kidnapped and threatened to kill all of these talented and innocent hockey players including my beloved brother, was successfully killing Nathan MacKinnon and breaking my friend’s heart, taunting me with Val Nichushkin, had shot Patrick Kane in the shoulder with a cross bow, had sent Chris Pronger to antagonize us, and now was mocking Patrick and Jonathan’s precious bromance with gay slurs? Yeah, I was pretty much hoping a lightning strike would come and zap some sense into the bastard.

“I promise not to harm Kanerboo anymore!”

Jonathan sent a look to me and I rolled my eyes and mouthed an apology. I hated that he could now taunt the poor blondie with it. Poor Patrick Kane. I felt sympathy for the man, I really did. Poor guy didn’t deserve to be mocked. But at that moment, I got an idea. If Sidney could use Kanerboo to mock Patrick, well, I could mock Sidney with Cindy.

“Hey, Cindy Crosby, shut your ass up and come at me!”

I sent a wink to Jonathan, who also blurted out, “Yeah, why don’t you fight like a man, Cindy!”

Wow, I didn’t know Jonathan Toews could chirp Sidney so well. He was a natural. Now he could back-talk Andrew and Brad and all the other NHL pests. It was great to know that. And I didn’t mind aiding him in some further “sharp tongue” combat.

“Are you wanting a verbal war or a physical battle?” Sidney spat.

“Physical!” Jonathan snapped and charged forward. He slammed into the evil Penguin and sent him sprawling backward.

They crashed in the snow a few feet from the cave entrance and to the left side of the cluster of trees, where Christina still worked at the pile. She looked frustrated, but determined and for some reason unphased by anything. She was focused and looked like she had enough strength and stamina to run around the world twice!

I stormed out after my brother. I wanted a piece of him too.

Sidney swung at Jonathan, who retaliated by returning the gesture. They rolled around in the grass for sometime. Then the villain rose up and slammed the Blackhawk hero into a tree and knocked him silly. With Jonathan dazed, Sidney turned to me.

I was beyond furious with him. I launched forward and attacked him now. I hit square in the stomach and we both tumbled farther down the mountain and away from the cave and Jonathan, who held his head, trying to clear all of the stars.

“Where’s Nichy?!” I spat at the Penguin, as I worked super hard to beat him to a pulp and smash his face into the middle of next week.

“Wouldn’t you LOVE to know, Evelyna?!”

“What did I do to you?”

“I can’t tell you that. You know that!”

“Tell me where the baby Russian Star is!!”

“Suffocating!”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Your anger makes you blind!”

“And your evilness makes me want to wish a slow painful death to you!”

I pinned him to the snow, roughly sinking my nails into his flesh, as I sat on top of him to hold him in place. He snarled and growled. I tossed my head to get my hair away from my vision path and stared down at him.

“Where is Valeri Nichushin?!” I repeated with more forced fury.

“You have to find Tyler Seguin first!”

“I don’t give a shit about Seguin!”

“I figured you would say that, love.”

“Don’t call me love, I’ll kill you right now!”

“But you can’t and you won’t, cause you need me to tell you where Val is!”

He was getting to me and I knew it. And so did he. He smirked and snickered under my grasp. He didn’t bother to fight with me, because he was having too much fun. It was freaking me out. But I had to keep on him.

I lowered my head closer to his. “Where is Nichy?” I made sure to maintain my fierce inner tigress look and also articulate my words.

He remained silent, gazing up at me with that damn clever grin of his. I dropped lower, briefly brushing my nose against his. “Where is he? Tell me, or so help me, I’ll kill you!”

Instead, he launched upward and headbutted me off of him. The sudden move caught me off guard and I flew off of him. He launched upward now and grabbed both of my wrists in his hands and slammed me down on the ice.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Dearie, I’m going to escape unharmed and you are going to go attempt a “Segsy Rescue.” If you don’t, I’ll kill Valeri Nichushkin!”

“You wouldn’t!” I snarled, kicking and fighting him. He was threatening the love of my life and as anyone would, it made me pissed off and also scared. I couldn’t focus or think straight. I was desperate to get free and wrap my hands around his throat. I wanted to strangle Sidney Crosby and he could tell I wanted to. He tightened his grip some more.

“Oh, I would.”

“Let go!”

“You want to flirt with me?”

“The hell I do, get off!”

“You seemed like you wanted a little kiss or something? Oh, was that your way of foreplay? Cause, I’m game for playing along!”

“No! Get off of me!”

“Uh, uh, first you say that you’re going to go after Tyler.”

I don’t know why, but I lost it. I lost my fire. Sidney had the upper hand and had all the control. I had lost. I whimpered pathetically, “Don’t!! Please, I’ll go save Seguin, but don’t kill Nichy!”

“That’s music to my ears.” He smirked like a cool villain and tightened his grip on my wrists and made another sudden move. He dropped his head and kissed me, taking my lips into his and making sure to make out with my mouth.

I kicked upward at him, but got nowhere. Sidney Crosby was making out with me! And...okay, he wasn’t the best person, but damn...he was a good kisser! But he wasn’t going to get away with doing this.

“Fuck you, Sid!” I screamed into his mouth, but he bit my tongue and explored deeper. He forced some moans out of me and then I felt one of his hands stroking my arm and sliding up and down my chest, as he grinded against me. I wanted him off, but even with one arm free, I was, for some reason, unable to get him off.

Suddenly his hand returned to my wrist and he pulled back.

“Where’s Tyler?” I gaped at him, breathless and gasping for air.

“I’ll send you a letter, Baby.”

I was too exhausted to care about threatening him anymore. He had won and I knew it. “Fine. Why did you kiss me?”

“Blackmail.”

“Blackmail?”

“Yeah, for later on, if I need it. After all, I might just tell Val all about it.”

(Okay, right about now, I got super pissed off. So I walked away from my computer to calm down. I thought about printing our a picture of “Evil Sid” and using it as a dartboard to curve my anger, but I settled down luckily.)

“You dick! Don’t you dare!”

“Oh, I’ll describe it in great detail to him. And I’ll tell him in Russian!”

“Bastard!”

“So he can understand me!” He cackled and returned to making out with me, while I screamed and fought back against him. He began grinding against me and I kneed him, but it made him mad and hungrier. He started to grope and fondle me at the chest again, but luckily for me, my moans and screams drew my brother, who shoved Sidney off.

“SIDNEY FUCKING CROSBY, GET THE HELL OFF OF MY SISTER!!”

Jonathan, good old Jonathan Toews, had found a branch and whipped it straight for the Pittsburgh Penguin’s head. But as soon as he was about to make contact the villain disappeared in a cloud of smoke and then we could see him streaking across the parking lot below and vanishing from sight.

The Blackhawk centre threw down the stick in fury and then turned back to me with concern. “Hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine. Let’s get back to Christina and Kaner and help them out.” He helped me up to my feet.

“He kissed you...on the mouth…”

“I know, but I don’t wanna talk about it. I’d love to punch a tree right now, but I’ll try to save that energy for when I have to tear those chains off of Nathan!”

“What did he say to you?”

“He wants us to find Tyler Seguin.”

“Seguin?!”

“Yeah. He’s the next one we have to save.”

“But what about Kinny?”

“We got to hope we can get him out of that snow now!”

We raced back up the hill of the mountain and grabbed Patrick from the cave. Then we joined Christina in her mission.

Notes

Okay...um....I got nothing to say about this chapter. No excuse for this. I'm still fuming over it...moving on.......fucking Penguin....

Up next: I kick the shit out of Sid the Kid...no kidding, um, figuring out what to do about Kanerboo, since he's wounded!