Evelyna’s POV

We stopped off at Jamie Benn’s house and quickly left Tyler’s dead body with him. The Captain of Dallas still couldn’t believe what had happened. He was crying and his eyes were a blood red color, but he was managing to hold himself together somewhat. I figured it was because of Jonathan’s presence.

But Jonathan wasn’t exactly holding it together either. He was beginning to shed tears. I could see his eyes tearing up, as he explaining to Dallas’ Captain what had happened. Then suddenly, both men couldn’t hold back anymore and they grabbed one another in a big embrace.

“I’m so sorry!!” Jonathan wailed.

“It’s not your fault, it’s Sid’s!” Jamie replied.

“But we managed to save everyone else but him!” the Blackhawk insisted.

“You tried your hardest...I’m not blaming you.”

And on and on with the “nice Canadian” conversation in tears.

Eventually Christina and I seized them both and pulled them away, gently scolding them and warning them about what Sidney could do with this scene. If he took a picture of Jamie and Jonathan, he could blackmail Patrick and make him angry. Luckily, that didn’t seem to happen, because no one’s phone rang with Patrick Kane calling.

The only thing that happened, was the Blackhawk and Star Captain respectfully apologized to one another and pulled themselves back together like men.

We were finally done with the game and now it was time to get out of Dallas, Texas and track down Sidney Crosby. We had to make him pay for ruining our lives and all of his illegal acts he’d committed.

So with another apology and farewell to Jamie Benn, the five of us - complete with our newest addition (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) - returned to the car and got in. Where were we going to find Sidney and his evil presence? We didn’t have any clue. We knew that he had been on the train and had escaped and disappeared somewhere. That much was true.

“So where should we go to find him?” my brother asked.

“That’s a good question. I think we should return to Chicago and check up on Kaner. He should know about Tyler. After all, they had been best friend and had gotten close over the lockout year of 2012-2013. He deserved to know, so that he wasn’t shocked by the news later on.

Jonathan seemed to agree with me. He gave me a double look though and then faced forward. I turned and gave Val a nod and smile. He wore his clueless smirk, as he sat in his spot, looking around. He finally looked at me. I reached up and grabbed his head in my arm and lowered it to my shoulder. I stroked his blond hair in my fingers and kissed his forehead, as he tilted it upward to look at me.

On the other side of the car, Christina and Nathan were snuggling together, laughing and chatting. It was a dream come true for the both of us. We could finally share a moment together with our fantasy crushes. (Well...they weren’t fantasy anymore.)

Jonathan started the car and we launched off from Jamie Benn’s house. We made it in one piece to Chicago and pulled into the driveway of the Sharp home, where Patrick, Brandon, Andrew and Sharpy were. We all got out and Val and Nathan were shocked at the new place. They’d never been to Sharpy’s home before and they didn’t really know him much either. But Christina and I reassured the men that it was okay. Blackhawks didn’t bite off the ice.

We followed Jonathan up the stairs and to the front door. He banged loudly and called out, “Sharpy, it’s Tazer, open up!”

After a few seconds, the door creaked open and Patrick stood there, with his arm in a sling. and the wound on his shoulder dressed well. He had a smile on his face and his eyes lit up at the sight of his Captain. “Jonny!”

My brother wrapped his arms, carefully around his best friend and gave him a huge embrace. “Kaner, believe it or not, I missed you too.” They remained hugging for a few minutes, before Brandon, Andrew and Sharpy bolted into the room to see what was going on.

Jonathan pulled back and nervously looked around. Patrick did as well. But they eventually laughed and shook it off.

“How’s the wound doing, buddy?”

“Eh, it hurts every so often, but it’s better. Did you beat Sid?”

I stepped forward, holding Val’s hand and pulled him behind me. Before my brother could speak, I did. “Not yet. Honestly, we are really here because, we need to tell you something.”

Patrick turned to look at me. His blue eyes were shining. (What is it with the NHL and having multiple blond haired blue eyed players? Carl, Perry, Landy, Kinny, Nichy, Kaner...) He wasn’t sure what was going on. He was staring past me at Val though, who I knew was still grinning.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Tyler.”

“What about him?”

“We were too late. We lost him. Tyler Seguin is dead.” I watched Patrick take a step back, his mouth opening in shock. “I know you and him were close and I’m really sorry. We had him and then Sid shot him.”

“I-I don’t believe this…” Patrick choked out. “He’s dead? How’s Jamie doing?”

“Not good. We dropped Tyler’s body off with him and told him what happened. But, we’re going to get Sid and make him pay for this.” I reached out with my other hand and put it on his non-injured shoulder.

“Who’s that?” Patrick asked, nodding to the man clutching my hand.

I smiled. “This is Valeri Nichushkin...Val.”

Patrick “oh”ed and put his one hand on his hip, giving me a look that read “oh, I see how it is.” I laughed and pulled Val’s head down to me and gave him a big kiss on the lips, in front of Patrick, who shook his head.

“You’re such a cutie!” I squealed to Val and tapped his nose with my index finger.

Patrick raised an eyebrow at me. I didn’t care. He was more of a brother and he had no say in this. “That’s the Russian kid from the Stars right?”

I nodded. “He is. Isn’t he just the sweetest though? Can you not see how I love him so much??”

Patrick chuckled. “Yeah, I get your girly crush on him.”

Val looked at Patrick and asked, “What happen to you arm?”

The blond Blackhawk smiled sweetly at him and answered him, telling him the story of the crossbow and how Sid had shot him and how he had a piece of airplane shrapnel had grazed his arm. Val gave him a concerned look, but immediately went back to grinning cluelessly. He looked back at me and I patted him.

I looked around and saw my brother on the phone. He looked rather perplexed and then he suddenly walked outside. He closed the door behind him. I let Val and Patrick talk a little bit, and walked past Andrew giving him an earful. I told him to keep an eye on both blondies, or else. He took the hint and stood to the side to watch them, while I walked outside to see what was going on with my brother. I closed the door, and as soon as I did, I heard the muffled cries of my brother and saw him being forced into the back of a van by a masked assailant.

“JONATHAN!!” I screamed and darted down the stairs and across the lawn. I launched toward the vehicle, but it zoomed off with Jonathan inside. The last thing I saw was my brother’s scared face and a Disney-style handkerchief gag wrapped around his mouth to silence him. I stood, watching as the van peeled down the road and vanished.

When it was gone, I looked down and spotted Jonathan’s phone in the grass. I picked it up and brushed it off, then I clutched it. I may love Val, but I loved my brother. Val had my heart as a boyfriend and lover, but Jonathan was family and family came first. I had to find him and rescue him. I wasn’t going to have another “Tyler Seguin tragedy moment.”

And I was certain that the driver was Sidney Crosby.

****

Earlier,

Sidney Crosby jumped off of the moving train, seconds after it had hit the targeted spot. He wanted to see what kind of damage he’d caused. He was hoping that he’d find the mangled and tattered remains of a certain Russian. But, by the time he made it back to the track, no one was there. He got into his car, furious and drove to Chicago.

He decided that he’d formulate a new plan. It was time to stop clowning around with perils and make a kill. Chances were that he knew Evelyna would be distracted with Val, so he decided to target Jonathan. He tracked down the group, somehow figuring out that Patrick Kane was at Patrick Sharp’s home with Brandon and Andrew. He thought that he could ambush the group when they came back, as they were bound to do so. Sure enough, they did show up and when they did, Sidney got himself ready.

When the group went into the house, Sidney pulled his new vehicle up, a rented van. He had to ditch the other car, otherwise things would get dicey. Plus he needed the van for this part. With the van in place, he called Jonathan up with a confusing message and disguised his voice. He made it seem like there was some kind of delivery for Patrick Sharp outside.

Luckily for the Penguin, the Captain of the Blackhawks wasn’t at his brightest and he wandered outside of the house. The moment he walked to his car to get something out, Sidney made his move. He jumped Jonathan and pulled him toward the van.

“Hiya, Jonny boy!”

“Sidney! Let me go! Evelyna’s going to--”

The villainous Penguin clamped a hand over the Blackhawk’s mouth, as he spotted Evelyna emerging from the house. She screamed for him, but Sidney had the upper hand. He quickly bound Jonathan’s wrists together behind him and then wrapped a handkerchief around his mouth in place of his hand. He shoved Jonathan into the back of the van and then darted around to the driver’s seat. By now, Evelyna had reached the van and was launching herself toward the handle, but she missed, as Sidney stomped on the gas pedal and the van flew away.

Sidney cackled. “Time to have a little fun Jonny!”

Notes

My poor baby brother Jonny....
Stupid Sid...grr....


Next up: Time to go find Jonny again.Oh and who's this newcomer here? Why it's Sidney Crosby...