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Perils

The Third Peril

Sidney Crosby dragged Reilly Smith into the bear exhibit at the Stone Zoo in Massachusetts. It was right outside of the city of Boston, so it wasn't too far and it was a great idea for a perilous situation. Reilly was awake and he was fidgeting as he was dragged deep into the cave and flung forward, against a wall. He glared up at Sidney, making a sharp jerk in an attempt to get free.

“Don’t worry Reilly, I’m going to free you eventually. I have to set up first though.”

Sidney patted Reilly’s cheek, where the edge of a rectangle of black tape had been stuck over his mouth. He’d been making too much racket. Sidney had opened the trunk and immediately slapped a piece of tape over his mouth to silence him. Reilly had been unamused by his sudden lack of voice and tried to put up a fight, but with his wrists bound defenselessly behind his back, he could only move so much.

He watched the man he’d thought was once a good guy on the ice, yank two sets of ropes through circles, that dangled from the cave ceilings. He looped the ends around, one at a time, so they were secure. He didn’t stop in his struggle, as he continued to made sharp jerks, twisting his body around.

When Sidney was satisfied, he grabbed Reilly and yanked him up to his feet. He unbound the man’s wrists and quickly wrapped each wrist with the ends of the rope strands, pulling his arms to the sides, uselessly. The Bruin forward pulled at the ropes, his shoulders screaming in agony at him, but he could barely move. He only swayed back and forth in place. He attempted to halt himself, but it was a stretch.

Finally Sidney halted him and bound his legs together so he made a “Y” shape with his whole body. His feet scraped the ground, as Sidney pulled the ropes and raised him so the tips of his toes touched the ground. He angrily muffled something at the villain, who only snickered and slapped him on the cheek.

“Oh Reilly, you awkward little Bruin.”

“Mmmmee, mmf me mm! (Sidney, let me go!)” Reilly Smith attempted, sharply jerked at the ropes wrapped around his wrists. He was in serious pain now, at having to have his arms held up and out to the side in the “Y” shape.

“That’ll do, Reils, that’ll do.” The Penguin vanished from sight, walking around the left side of his hostage.

Reilly closed his eyes. He was dreaming! This wasn’t happening! It wasn’t real! He was safe, back in Boston with Brad and Patrice. He snapped his eyes open and found himself gazing at the Pittsburgh centre again. The man was grinning, as he held up a huge jar of something in his hands. He was purposefully showing the Bruin, in a sick and twisted delight.

Reilly soon saw the label of the jar, which reminded him of an enlarged version of Winnie the Pooh Bear’s honey container. He couldn’t see anything other than the words, “Sidney’s Cup” on it.

He placed it at the feet of the Boston winger. Then he stood back up and began to tear furiously at Reilly’s shirt to get it off of him. He ripped it madly down the middle, uncaringly and exposed the skin on his chest. Reilly whimpered and tried to defend himself, unamused at Sidney’s foreplay. But the Penguin successfully ripped it down the center and brushed each half of the tattered shirt to the side. Then he reached down, picked up the jar once more and dumped the stuff inside on his bare chest and lathered it there.

Reilly wailed into the adhesive, struggling in place. He failed to move anywhere due to how restricted his movement was in the way he was held and soon he was covered in the stuff. Sidney dumped another bucket over his head, drenching his hair. As the sticky substance dripped down him, he smelled a familiar scent…it WAS honey!

He was covered in honey and it felt sticky and gross. He whimpered more, as Sidney disappeared again and the creaking of a fence door sounded somewhere out of sight. A dastardly cackling was heard, as Sidney left him alone, tied up in the cave.

He jerked at his restraints again, but he was stuck. He threw his head backward and gazed at the rocky ceiling of the cave. And suddenly it dawned on him where he was and what was going on. The honey covering him was supposed to attract an animal. But not just any animal...a bear.

He was in a bear’s cave….no, a Bruin cave!!

Panic settled in, as he heard a loud, ominous roar behind him. He struggled to turn his head to see, but he didn’t need his sight to tell him that it was a bear. He watched as a black furry creature walked in, with its nose raised high. The animal rose up on its hind legs and Reilly stared in horror at the giant black bear before him.

It let out a loud roar that echoed all around, puncturing the poor hockey player’s ears. Reilly screamed into the tape and tried desperately to pull himself free. He felt tears coming to his eyes and he tried to blink them away and be brave.

But the bear’s black eyes locked on his and its paw swung downward toward him. He wailed, as a sharp sting followed. As he gazed at the bear, who had some of the honey dripping from his claws. The animal began to lick it, enjoyably. But Reilly saw crimson droplets trickle down his face, clouding his vision with red. He blinked away the new tears from his eyes from the agony he felt inside.

How could he survive this? But moreover what the hell was wrong with Sidney Crosby?

Reilly saw the bear finish his snack and get up once more. The Boston player knew what was coming and unless someone found him soon, he’d bleed out to death, killed by a black bear...a Bruin.

Notes

OMG!!! I'm so excited that the Bruins finally got Reils and Kruger signed!!! I mean Smitty and Kruger signed! I woke up this morning and heard my iPad go off. I looked at the screen and it had the breaking news story on it and I was totally awake and happy after that!!!! I'm so excited!
Yay!!!!
Anyway, here's the really horrible chapter with Reilly VS the Bear....Sid is so mean to him...I thought he had attended the class, Kesler was there, but Avery, Pronger and Crosby must've skipped....well I'm going to go track them down and give them a piece of my mind. I may have to shackle 'em to their desks... :(

Next up: The Rescue of Reilly by Two Toews and Two Kane Siblings! :D

Comments

“That man seriously needs to lay off the booze. There’s nothing quite like drunken Kanerboo dialing you in the middle of night to tell you how much he loves your brother.” - Heehee! I LOVE THIS LINE!! It's sooooo true :PPPP

EvelynaKitty EvelynaKitty
12/28/14

@A Shruinger
Heehee XD I couldn't help it and I knew you'd love that!! ;)

EvelynaKitty EvelynaKitty
12/12/14

Hahaha, writing as influenced you! XDD That's cool that you made him say, "Oh my Bubbys!" Yay, it's catching on! :DDD

A Shruinger A Shruinger
12/12/14

@EvelynaKitty
Oooo, I can't wait now! 8DDD

A Shruinger A Shruinger
12/8/14

@A Shruinger
Haha...it won't be what you think. That's revealed next though!!!! I'm excited to hear what you have to say about the reason behind it!! :D I think you'll love it though.

EvelynaKitty EvelynaKitty
12/8/14