Perils

Meanwhile,

Sidney Crosby stuffed his small hand pistol into his cloak. At first he was hoping that they would be late so Tyler would suffocate to death and he could record Evelyna’s reaction to his untimely death, but then he had survived. He wasn’t too happy about that, until he realized the video he had got of Evelyna kissing Tyler Seguin was too good to pass up.

But he still had to stick to his plan. Before he left to torment the Russian, he had to first make sure that the Dallas Star didn’t make it out alive. That was the plan the entire time. And luckily for him, he’d brought along his pistol to waste the obnoxious son of a bitch away.

So he cocked his pistol and zoomed in on his target, took aim and fired. It was luck that the clock’s ringing was perfectly timed. And he was also glad to have such great shooting skills (- can be taken two ways). The bullet zoomed just past Jonathan Toews’ figure and lodged in Tyler’s heart. And it was great, because Tyler was still helplessly strapped to the table and couldn’t move at all.

He laughed as he watched the scene break out below. Then he jammed his finger on the button controls for the restraints, as soon as he knew Tyler was dead and had breathed his last. He heard the thunderous noise, carelessly flung the device away and walked off, cackling to himself.

“Time to go visit a sweet Russian at the train tracks!” he laughed to himself, as he hopped in the opening elevator, rode it down to the level of the parking garage where his car was and then peeled off in his car.

A short time later, he arrived at the train tracks on the west side of Texas. It was where Valeri Nichushkin was. He’d already set the peril up though, because he’d wanted to. He wanted to be ready and he didn’t really want to listen to Russian through six perils with not knowing or understanding a single word.

He pulled up to his scene, which he made sure was marked for him, so that he would be able to find the young player. He parked the car and got out, wearing a smug grin. He walked over to the tracks a few feet away, spotting the struggling male hockey player that was helplessly tied down already.

He halted at the first railing, where Val’s arms were bound with ropes and attached to the metal. Then he squatted down to him, reached out and lowered the cloth that was wrapped around his face, stifling his cries for help.

Val immediately blurted out, “Сидни, пожалуйста. Отпусти меня. Пожалуйста. (Sidney, please. Let me go. Please.)”

“You say “please,” I take it, but I’m not going to let you go. Whether that answers your little plea, I don’t care.” He let the cloth drape around the Dallas Stars’ sophomore’s neck. Then he stroked his face. “Relax, Valeri, geez...I didn’t think Russians were so tense...”

“Сидни…(Sidney...)” Val whimpered.

“Valeri...you do know that Valeri is a girl’s name, right?”

“Сидни, остановить его. Пожалуйста. Я не хочу умирать. Сидни! (Sidney, stop it. Please. I don't want to die. Sidney!)” He broke out in tears.

(Leave him alone you Pittsburgh bastard!!)

Sidney ran his hands over the excellent ropework job he’d done. “Why am I here, right?” He touched the knot of the rope that was wrapped around the side bar of the train tracks. The other end of the tough manila was wrapped tightly around Val’s wrists, holding him in place. He traced the rope up to his hostage’s wrists, admiring his work. “Oh, she’s going to be impressed with my artistic work with you, my sweet precious Russian!”

“Вы никогда не будете уйти с этим! (You’ll never get away with this!)” Val screamed, as he mustered some strength and pulled at the ropes tying him to the track. He grunted with an effort.

“Mwahahahaha!” Sidney cackled mimicking any number of villains from old time westerns where there were damsels tied to railroad tracks.

“Вы никогда не будете уйти с ним! (You’ll never get away with it!)” the blond man repeated.

Sidney could tell that his Russian hostage was freaking out and barely containing his fear, as he struggled in the ropework. Sidney had bound him at his ankles and then bound him again around his legs, below and above his knees. It made things rather difficult for him to move and it didn’t help any that his arms were immobilized as well. After Sidney had tied his legs up, he had bound Val’s wrists tightly with rope, wrapping the rough manila eight times around and then attached him to the tracks, pinning his arms helplessly above his head. He’d fought and tried to pull himself free, but Sidney had the upper hand and had ultimately won.

But that wasn’t all the fiendish Penguin had done. Before he had tied the Dallas Star up in the ropes, he’d stripped him of his shirt. Val didn’t like this of course. And Sidney had explained his reasoning simply as, “Evelyna will enjoy it.” His shirt was thrown to the ground at the side of the railroad tracks, where Sidney planned to mock him with it. So that he wouldn’t forget that he was shirtless and helpless.

Who was Evelyna though? What was her deal? Why was she so important? Was she the “she” that Sidney often commented about and brought up? What had she done?

“By the tone of your voice I can guess that you are saying, “you’ll never get away with it”...well my beloved Russian, I will!! I plan to get away with hurting you!” Sidney snapped. He checked the knots and made sure to pull them even tighter on the Russian kid, who began to scream and be difficult.

“Помогите! Помоги мне! (Help! Help me!)”

Sidney finished checking the knots and smirked sinisterly, cackling like a true villain. “You can scream all you want, no one will hear you!”

Val amped his struggle up and yanked more fiercely at the ropes binding around him. But he still could not break free. He screamed louder...or tried to. “Помогите! Помоги мне! (Help! Help me!)”

Sidney grabbed Val’s chin in his fingers, making his ability to scream a little more tough to accomplish with success. He stopped temporarily, wondering what the Penguin was going to do to him now. He looked at him with worried blue eyes full of trepidation.

“Что ... что ты собираешься делать? (What...what are you going to do?)” Val squeaked out.

Sidney took his other hand and slipped it into his pocket to pull out his phone. He withdrew it and tapped the screen, then held it out to the scared forward, who still wriggled about with a helpless nature. He had a video playing.

As Val watched it, bewildered, the Penguin held his head still with his left hand and began to speak to him. “Возлюбленный Валерий, это рыжий Эвелина Toews, сестра Джонатана Toews, в Чикаго Blackhawk ... и она тебя любит. Нет, она обожает тебя. Она хочет, чтобы поцеловать тебя, с тобой любовью, вы называете его. Но, как вы видите, она также, кажется, есть вещь для вашего товарища по команде, Тайлер. (Beloved Valeri, this redhead is Evelyna Toews, the sister of Jonathan Toews, a Chicago Blackhawk...and she loves you. No, she ADORES you. She wants to kiss you, make love to you, you name it. But as you can see, she also seems to have a thing for your teammate, Tyler.)”

The recorded video stopped and Sidney put his phone away once more. Val bit his lip and the Penguin released his head once more.

“Ох, и она также поцеловала меня, довольно страстно тоже. Я надеюсь, что это не повредит ваши надежды слишком много ... что это последнее, что я хотел бы, чтобы произошло с вами! (Oh, and she also kissed me, quite passionately too. I hope this doesn’t damage your hope too much...that’s the last thing I’d want to have happen to you!)”

“No! Нет, вы не меня пугаешь! Отпусти меня сейчас! (No, you are not scaring me! Let me go now!)” Val retorted with a bit of an edge, shockingly. He wriggled around in his rope bonds again.

Sidney rolled his eyes. “That’s the only Russian I know. I wanted to learn that and just that, so you would know what I was talking about!! But I’m done now!” He raised his hand up and smacked the Dallas winger across the face, brutally.

Val yelped and hit his head on the wooden planks of the track. When his head snapped back up, Sidney assaulted him again. His eyes were narrowed and he looked pissed off. Val continued to recover and he had red marks evident on his cheek from the hit.

“Где Тайлер? (Where's Tyler?)” the Russian sophomore hockey player wailed, ignoring the stinging pain in his face and in his wrists and ankles.

“I killed him! I shot him through the heart and killed him!” Sidney snarled.

“No!?” Val gasped. “Tyler!!”

“He’s dead asshole, just like you will soon be! The NHL is no place for Russians! Especially big clumsy baby Russians like yourself!”

“Ovechkin?”

“No!”

“Malkin?”

“Hell no!”

Val didn’t seem to get the memo about Sidney ratting on him about being a Russian...it seemed to angry the Penguin. He was still trying to think about Russian hockey players in the NHL.

“Sergei?”

“NO!! SHUT UP!!”

With that, Sidney got to his feet, kicked Val in the ribs hard and then stomped off of the tracks, leaving the winger writhing in his agony.

After a few minutes to calm down, he spun back around to the panic-stricken Dallas Star. He once more had his smug grin etched on his face. “I was considering whether or not to gag you...I’m not sure whether your helpless screams mixed with hers will be more music to my ears or if they are muffled by the cloth...I think I like the cloth, Valeri.”

Val continued to scream and struggle. He was beginning to perspire too, which made the sunlight reflect off of his white skin and make him glisten or sparkle. (Oh man...this is getting hot in here...)

Sidney thought for a few moments, before nodding to himself. He stepped back onto the track and bent down. He lifted the cloth gag back into place, which made Val’s screams rise a pitch higher in tone. Sidney smirked, as he once again stomped over the railing. The Dallas player tossed his head around, trying desperately to get the material back out of his mouth, but could not. It made the Pittsburgh Penguin cackle evilly at the futile efforts.

“Sweetie, if I wanted you to be able to get the cloth out of your mouth, I would have loosened the material up.”

Val muffled something, which sounded absolutely pathetic and feeble. He was trying to plead for Sidney to release him still...to take the gag out.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I can’t remove the gag...it needs to stay in place. I can’t have you scream in Russian anymore...besides, do you know how sexy you sound with your voice muffled like this?”

Val shook his head. He whimpered.

Sidney continued to taunt the helpless Star, as he remarked, “Too bad the Dallas Stars will lose two players in one day, eh?”

Val returned to trying to scream for help, but he knew he sounded pitiful and he could only wriggle around more helpless than a worm. And as if he wasn’t already frantic enough, a distant train whistle freaked him out even more. He looked with wide petrified eyes at Sidney, who had his phone out and snapped a picture of the helpless look the man had.

Val muffled something inaudible (and probably in Russian) at the wicked villain, who only snickered evilly.

“You are so cute, I think Evelyna will love this!”

He spun around on his heels, still cackling. Val struggled as the whistle sounded again, but this time closer.

“It’ll be good to tease her with.”

Sidney walked off, listening to the muffled whimpers, screams and pathetic sounds that the Dallas Star gave off. It made him smirk, as he sent the picture to Jonathan Toews. He would share it with his sister...oh yes, he would.

Notes

MY POOR BABY RUSSIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M SOOOOOOOOOO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 8((((((
IT'S SERGEI'S FAULT! AND SID'S FAULT! AND TYLER'S FAULT! AND SETH JONES' FAULT! AND NASHVILLE'S!! WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NO NICHY UNTIL MARCH!! :(((((

At least...there's Kazer though...


Next up: Rescuing my baby!! :)