Perils

Tyler was placed in the trunk of a car. He kicked, screamed and thrashed about in a helpless struggle to get free. But his efforts were futile, as the vehicle zoomed off with him inside. He tried an old movie trick and attempted to kick out one of the tail-lights, but with his ankles bound together tightly, it restricted his movement. And he ended up not being able to get much force behind his kicking attempts at all.

After a frustrating couple of minutes, the car jerked to a halt and light filtered into his vision, blinding him. He saw cement poles and dim light from fluorescent bulbs. He knew he was in some kind of parking garage.

A pair of cold brown eyes burned into his own amber eyes and it freaked him out. The man had on a black ski mask, to mask his true self and he was smirking sinisterly. He reached out and hauled Tyler out of the trunk, rather roughly and carelessly.

“Seguin, you’re in trouble again, but this time no one will save you! Also, this isn’t for any of your Twitter shit!” the man sneered, as he slammed the trunk shut once more and put Tyler over his shoulder.

The Dallas Star forward’s muffled screams echoed around the garage, but didn’t get much farther than that. He squirmed, trying to tear himself free (and get seriously hurt, by landing on his face or something, because he was tied up). The man walked into an elevator and set him down.

Tyler glared up at him and gave a sharp jerk with his torso, but failed to break himself free of the bondage. The man reached up and removed his mask, shaking his head and hair out. Tyler muffled a gasp and his eyes went wide in shock.

“Surprised, Seguin?” It was of course Sidney Crosby.

After a few minutes, the Dallas Star narrowed his eyes and muffled an angry comment at the Pittsburgh Penguin, who cackled. Sidney squatted down to his eye-level and looked him in the eyes.

“Why did I kidnap you? Why have I bound and gagged you? That’s what you want to know, right?” the evil villain remarked. He reached out and grabbed Tyler’s chin. “Don’t struggle, Tyler. Trust me, you will want to save your energy for what I have planned for you!”

Tyler tossed his head to the side and broke free from the cold fingers of the Penguin. He was so bewildered and frightened. What was going on here? Why had Sidney kidnapped him? He had thought Sidney was a nice guy...so why had the Penguin tied him up and gagged him?

“Don’t fight me, Tyler...you won’t win.”

Tyler muffled something angrily. Sidney looked him over with a dark look and then finally ripped the tape from his mouth.

The Dallas Star screamed. “Sidney, what the hell?”

Sidney crumpled the tape up in his hand and tossed it to the opposite side of the elevator. “I know that she doesn’t care about you, but she will.”

Who was this “she”? What was he talking about? Tyler had so many questions floating around his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Her! Evelyna.”

“Evelyna?”

“She’s the sister of Jonathan Toews. And she did something to me with her little girl friend, Patrick’s sister.”

“So? What do they have to do with me?”

“Evelyna may act like she hates your guts, but I know that deep down she cares for you, Tyler. She may not be a Seguinista, but she does have some feelings for you.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Me. I fucking hate your guts with NO love for you whatsoever!”

“A bit harsh, but hey, it comes with these looks, eh. You can’t please everyone...even you, you fucking Penguin!” Tyler shrugged. He was trying to be calm, but inside he was freaking out. He couldn’t escape and whatever this maniacal Pittsburgh captain wanted with him, he was certainly going to succeed. That much was apparent and true.

“Seguin, Seguin, Seguin…” Sidney hissed. “Lose the tattoos man and then we’ll talk.”

“Not gonna happen, man. I’m one with Jamie Benn thanks to them!”

“Then maybe I can make you get rid of them!”

“Don’t you dare!” Tyler snapped, furrowing his brow and giving a sharp yank to the side, as though he thought he could manage to pull his arm free from the bonds and smack Sidney Crosby right over the head with his hand.

Instead, Sidney slapped his hand back over Tyler’s mouth. “I’ll kill Jamie if you fight anymore. He’s technically not apart of this, but I can certainly make an exception for him…” He tilted his hand down, to hear the response.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare touch Jamie!”

“Ooh, and what are you, the Mighty Tyler Seguin going to do about it? Nothing, because you’re all tied up and in my control and possession. I have the upper hand here, not you!”

“Fuck you Sid!”

Sidney rolled his eyes and then pinched Tyler’s cheeks between his fingers. “Now, let’s get you off the elevator here and introduce you to your peril, eh Segsy?”

Tyler erupted in panic and tried to kick his legs out and get his head free, but Sidney kept his hand in place and slowly rounded the Star. He lifted Tyler up to his feet and forced him out of the small space. He was walked into a large room that was full of gadgets and mechanics. The Penguin kept his hand clamped in place and led his hostage over to a stone table, like the kind used to sacrifice people or animals...or hockey players.

Sidney suddenly scooped him up, like a bride and placed him on his back on the stone. The Penguin took the tape off of Tyler’s ankles and wadded the adhesive up into a ball and tossed it to the side. Then he released Tyler’s wrists and arms and the Star immediately sat up. He attempted to move, but Sidney blocked his exit and shook his head.

“Seguin, I’m not stupid. But I have to have you free temporarily.”

“What’s this about, Sid?”

“Lay back in your spot or I’ll make you AND I’ll kill Jamie!”

Tyler hesitated, but gradually leaned back into a lying position in the center of the stone table. As soon as he was in position, Sidney smiled gestured for him to look upward. Tyler did so and his blood ran cold. Before he could move, something clamped around his ankles, holding them down in place.

The Dallas Star pushed himself up and saw that metal cuffs had entrapped his feet and he couldn’t slip free of them. What was happening? He desperately pulled at his legs, trying to get himself free and letting off cute little distress grunts.

Sidney cackled, coming to stand to the side of the table and watch the “show.” Eventually Tyler gave up and turned to the Penguin.

“What the hell, Sid? Let me go!”

“NEVER!!”

At once, a loud chiming noise boomed through the place, where they were. It sounded familiar...almost like a...a clock! Where was he? He was curious.

“Where am I?”

“You should be able to take a good guess!”

Obviously all the mechanics and the clock noises, he could deduce that maybe he was being held in a large clock or something like that. “Clock Tower?”

Sidney winked and launched forward and slammed Tyler backward. He pinned his left arm out, above his head and another metal clamp shot out and entrapped his wrist. He grunted and pulled at it, trying to get his arm free. But Sidney pinned his right one up above his head and that wrist was trapped. With him stretched out, he was helpless to go anywhere and he could only twist and turn in spot.

“Let me go, Sid!”

Sidney shook his head and disappeared from sight. Tyler pulled at his restraints, hastily. He paused, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, as he gazed upward at the ceiling, where a terrifying pendulum hung. Its blade shined and looked freshly sharpened like a skate blade before a game.

“Sid!” Tyler shouted, his voice higher in volume. “Sidney!!”

Only laughter sounded from somewhere. As Tyler resumed in his doomed struggle to get free, the evil Penguin returned to him. In his hand, he held a white washcloth and had a roll of black duct tape over his arm. He also held a necktie and some other scandalous items that made Tyler sick to his stomach.

“Alright Pretty Boy, I’m gonna let you pick how you want to be gagged. And if you don’t decide within, oh, let’s say, five minutes...I’m going to pick.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and pick anyway, you bastard! Chances are you’ll do that anyway!”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do.”

“Alright, Seguin.”

“Wait, just don’t gag me with those pink panties! I don’t know if they are clean or not and I’d rather not be digesting anything gross now…please.” Tyler gulped and attempted to plead with his eyes, but Sidney laughed.

“YOU’RE A FOOL, SEGUIN!!!! A FUCKiNG RETARD!! A FUCKING IDIOT!!” Sidney cackled, throwing his head back. He placed the items on the stone table and quickly balled the women's undergarments up into a ball and stuffed it into Tyler’s mouth, then quickly snatched the white cloth and wrapped that around his head. The Star forward coughed and gagged on the material and made low humming noises like a bee in a jar. They were pathetic.

Sidney made sure to situate the cloth to his liking, dragging the top part over Tyler’s nose. As you might imagine, Tyler was not intrigued by this. He bucked upward and twisted his body violently, but of course his efforts were futile and he took to whimpering.

The Penguin tilted his head up and grabbed the tape now. As if Tyler needed more of a “gag.” He pasted the end of the roll right on top of the point of his nose and took the roll and wrapped it around Tyler’s head a good seven times. The uncomfortable feeling set in and his panic reached a peak. He tossed his head around, “screaming” as best as he could.

Sidney patted him on the chest. “Thank you so much Seguin for this idea. And I told you that you needed to save your strength. Probably should have said voice and breath as well, huh?” He gathered the remaining bondage items and put them back, before coming back to the table and Tyler, who looked absolutely helpless. (So helpless that it made all of the non-Seguinistas begin to feel for him...this is true, I can confirm this as I suddenly have a change of heart and want to run to rescue Tyler. Poor, sweet, innocent Seggy.)

The Penguin had a moment of evil laughter, before he smacked Tyler’s cheek roughly. “Stop struggling Tyler, you know you cannot get free. You may as well accept your fate now.”

“Mmmmmm!” Tyler shot.

“Whatever, do what you will, but I do hope you listen to me, because I want you to hear the story about your horribly bloody death!”

“Mm mmmfmm mmmm mf!” Tyler’s low humming pathetically came. He couldn’t breathe and it was showing.

“Okay, before you pass out and suffocate, I’m going to tell you of your peril. So I’m calling this the Clock and the Pendulum Peril, because as you can tell you are in a Clock Tower in Dallas and the pendulum, because of that…” he pointed upward, as he explained his plan. “If you haven’t suffocated in time, I guarantee that the pendulum’s blade will slice through you like a horror movie death scene!”

Tyler eyed the blade and contraption that hung over him, right over his throat, with worry and fear. He didn’t bother concealing it anymore, Sidney knew he was scared and how could he not be?

“So, I’m going to just get the thing started up and leave you. Don’t worry, Segsy, I’m sure Evelyna and her crew will be here in time to rescue you before the pendulum swings down and chops your pretty little head off. After all they saved the others, why would you be any different…?” Sidney combed Tyler’s hair with his fingers. “I’m sure you’ll wanna look handsome for Evelyna and Christina, am I right?”

Tyler moaned and Sidney could hear him struggling to breathe.

“Farewell Tyler Seguin, I’m off to say hi to your favorite baby Russian, Valeri. I heard his nickname is actually Nichy…”

Nichy? Valeri? Valeri Nichushkin? Val? The innocent winger? It couldn’t be! It just couldn’t be!! What was Sidney going to do to him? He wanted so desperately to back-talk the Penguin and tell him to lay off, but he knew that he couldn’t. Instead, he could only imagine. Imagine the horror etched on his sweet teammate’s face, as Sidney threatened his life. It wasn’t fair. It so was not fair.

In the next second, Tyler saw the pendulum begin to swing back and forth and slowly lower down toward him. He blinked back the oncoming tears and thought about his poor dogs, who would now be stranded without their owner...

And about his best friend Jamie, who would be alone...

And about Brad Marchand, his first companion and friend.

Notes

Now Seguin, Tyler, why would you tell Sidney, the villain, what you do NOT want to have happen. You know, I'm sure, that Sid is just like "Fuck you, I do what I want" and he will do the opposite of what you want. That's just how villains are. Surely you would know that by now...guess not. It's okay, you aren't producing on the ice much anyway either, so maybe that's why. It's those damn wisdom teeth, isn't it baby Tyler??!!
Evil Sid, everyone, Evil Sid. He is a major asshole...wait until I get to the awful Nichy peril though...


Next up: Well...I had to do it. I can't have everyone make it out alive! Poor Dallas Star....