Perils

Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane woke up to pitch blackness. A few moments later, the blackness dissolved into light, as both blinked in the sudden change that their eyes came in connect with. Slowly their vision cleared and they saw their surroundings.

They were in the middle of some kind of airplane hangar somewhere. The floor was tiled and reflected the sunlight from outside. The doorway for the planes to get in and out of was wide open. But this hangar was abandoned. It was almost like a museum of some kind. There were four planes total, black in color and they were...Blackhawk fighters!

That’s right, somehow they were in a Blackhawk holding hangar. But what were they doing here? Were they still in Chicago? Jonathan and Patrick tried to move, but they found their efforts futile, as they discovered that they were sitting in a chair, with their arms pinned behind their backs, uselessly. Jonathan gave a sharp jerk and found that the bonds were tight around him. Patrick copied him.

Jonathan heard Patrick’s muffled grunting behind him and heard his struggle, as Patrick was experiencing the same thing. That’s when both men realized that they were positioned back-to-back. It was like a classic Hostage scene from any number of Hollywood films. Jonathan attempted to tell his friend, “Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay, Peeks.” But his voice was trapped. He parted his lips with difficulty, finding some kind of adhesive restriction imposed on his mouth. Just then, the panic entered him. He screamed into the tape.

Patrick came to the realization a little sooner than his teammate had. He threw his head around, wildly, as he launched forward, against the bonds. He too let off a scream. The younger man discovered that his face was already screwed into a worried look, but he didn’t care, as he was freaking out. He had every reason to be afraid; someone had kidnapped him and his captain and had tied them both up in some hangar!

“Save your breath, Hawkies!” a voice barked at them.

Both Jonathan and Patrick snapped their heads to the side and saw a man sitting in a chair, with his arms folded about his chest. His legs were crossed, with his left over his right. He looked like a movie star villain, calm and collected and rather composed. He was obviously the one who had kidnapped them.

The Captain of Chicago was the first to try and speak to him, tossing his head about furiously. He wasn’t happy at being stifled like this.

The villain guy stood on his feet and walked up to the two hockey players and rounded them like a shark. He had a mask on his face, the same one that they had seen in the lot. He made a full 360 circle twice around them, before halting once more. He then reached up and removed the mask.

“MMMMMY MMMMMY!”

“That’s right, Blackhawks, it’s me, Sidney Crosby!” Sidney hissed, glowering at them. He stepped forward and in one swift, Hollywood action-style move, ripped the tape from both of their mouths.

“Sid, what the hell man?” Jonathan spat.

“Yeah, I thought we were friends?” Patrick added on.

“My beloved Blackhawk babies, that is so not the case. Kaner. I dislike you….no, I LOATHE you. Both of you!”

Jonathan focused all of his energy and gave a super sharp jerk against the ropes around him, almost managing to knock himself over to the side. He let off a loud distress grunt that echoed around the room.

“Why are you doing this to us, Sid?” Patrick inquired, his voice full of fright.

The dark haired centerman for the Penguins stepped forward and hovered over Patrick, who strained to gaze upward at him. “Let’s just say that there is a score that needs to be settled.” Sidney smirked cleverly to himself.

“Settled? With who? Us?” Jonathan pressed.

“No, Jonathan. Not you. Your sisters.”

Both Chicago players froze, unmoving for a second. What had their siblings done?

“Evelyna?” Jonathan gasped.

“Christina?” Patrick tacked on.

“Yes, I can’t tell you why, but they did something to me that is unforgivable! Now, I am getting my revenge.”

“You can’t do this!” Patrick shrieked.

“You won’t get away with this, Sid!” Jonathan grunted, jerking forward again, only to be pulled back into chair.

Sidney was rather enjoying the distress that the two hockey players were displaying for him. He was enthralled by their struggle and he was once more in the eyesight of both of them. The Pittsburgh player cackled, evilly.

“Come on Sid, let us go!” Patrick whined. “Kill Tazer, not me!”

Jonathan tried to turned his head around to face his partner. “Whoa, whoa, kill Kaner, not me!”

“I have the upper hand here, cause I pick up more chicks with my dirty blond flow and I am more important to Chicago!” Patrick boasted.

“Oh really...I am the CAPTAIN, Kaner!”

“So, I am the ladies man and the go to shootout specialist!”

“Oh cut the crap, Peeks…your nickname is Peekaboo for Heaven’s sake!”

“That’s says a lot coming from someone whose name can be pronounced as ‘toes’!”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough you two. God, why don’t you two get a room and make out!” Sidney snarled. “I’ve heard enough talking from both of you!”

He spun on his heels and withdrew to the side. When he came back, he held a variety of items in his arms. He dropped them into his chair, where they could purposefully see the different objects: tape rolls, two formal men’s ties, zip cords, rope coils...and pretty much any kind of Earthly item that could be used to restrain a person. Sidney snatched up the two ties, which were black in color and the black adhesive duct tape.

“Don’t you dare! I swear you put that shit on me again and I will have Shawzy slam you into the boards, so--” Patrick was cut off, as Sidney tore off a rectangular piece of the tape and stuck it over the blond’s mouth. As Patrick muffled the rest, he smoothed it into place, making sure that it wouldn’t come off of him.

“Sid, think about what you are doing. Un-gag my friend right now!” Jonathan demanded.

Sidney ignored him as he yanked one of the ties that was dangled over his arm and wrapped it around the winger’s head, as a blindfold. The flustered sounds that emitted from the poor Blackhawk stung Jonathan, but he was determined not to let Sidney get away with it.

“Let Patrick go!!” Jonathan continued. “Please, don’t hurt him!”

Sidney stepped into the captain’s view now, holding the tape and other tie. He shook his head, smirking and ripped off another rectangle. He stuck it over Jonathan’s mouth and pasted it into place, securely, much to the narrowed eyes and furious look that the Blackhawk centre gave him. The villain slapped his hostage’s cheek, roughly, before tying the tie in place, blindfolding him.

“Okay, now that I’ve got your attention, Kane and Toews, here’s what’s going to happen.” His voice trailed, rising and falling in pitch as both Blackhawks were sure that the Penguin was putting his “equipment” away. “Now that you are all ready for the first peril I have, it is time to get started and say goodbye! All around you, I have rigged the airplanes...oh, no wait...I’m sorry, the “Blackhawk fighters” with explosives. When I set them off, they are going to go up in flames and smoke, which will eventually make it’s way to you! Then I think you both can figure out what happens then!”

Jonathan shook his head horizontally and vigorously, while Patrick gave frantic cries and jerks forward.

“Good bye, Hawks. I’ll have to tell everyone about how tragic this was. How Sidney Crosby burst onto the scene and tried to rescue the precious twins of Chicago, only to not have made it in time!” They could hear the fake concern he showed, before it was immediately followed up with a sinister snicker.

Sidney picked up his suitcase and started off, to the muffled demands and pleads of the hopeless Dynamic Duo. He raced over to the far end of the hangar, where a lever was inserted into the wall. This all seemed pre-planned and set up. It was the kill switch. The Penguin put his hand on the handle and prepared to jam it downward, setting off the chain reaction of his dark plan, but he halted once more.

He turned back, to see the blond and brunette mid-twenty year old men, struggling desperately and it made him glower. He raised his head though and shouted one more thing to them, “I almost forgot to mention that you aren’t the only ones who are going to die and meet your fate! I’m actually off to get my next victim….maybe you know him, I believe you call him...Saader?”

There was a sharp and shrill increase in the Blackhawk’s cries, but Sidney pushed the lever down, gripped his suitcase and bolted off from the hangar, laughing at the top of his lungs.

Behind Jonathan and Patrick, one of the Blackhawk planes exploded, sending debris into the air and it was only a matter of time, before the others met the same fate and the hangar was filled with fire and smoke. They hoped that this place wasn’t in the middle of nowhere and that someone….anyone...would find them!!

Notes

DUN DUN DUHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Oh no, how is Chicago's Dynamic Duo gonna get out of this peril alive????
What did Evelyna and Christina do????
What is Sid planning to do to Saader????
Stay tuned....

PS: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! - Evil Sidney Crosby :P