Resurrection and Revenge
Avery Returns
October 9th, 2014
The Start of the New NHL Season
Chicago Blackhawks VS Dallas Stars, Regular Season Game 1
Patrick Kane blinked in wonder as he stood in the locker room beside Jonathan Toews. He was still so thankful and grateful toward the man. He owed his captain a ton! Jonathan had saved his life and he promised and gave the man his word that he wouldn’t chirp him in the locker room or joke to Blackhawks TV and to the fans about how much he “hated” the man.
Jonathan smiled at him. “It’s good to be back together Peeksy!”
“It is Jonny. There’s no one I’d rather be standing next to before a game than you, buddy.”
“I’m just glad you are okay.”
“Yeah, coulda been a disaster, but no one takes the great Patrick Timothy Kane down that easily!”
“Right, whatever you say,” Jonathan laughed, giving his teammate a little shove.
“Did the police and NORMAL cops ever find Avery’s body?” the blond man inquired. Shockingly he disguised any and all worry. He was a strong man, but he had to know that everything was 100 percent okay.
“They didn’t. But they think he floated down the river. They did find parts of his clothes scattered about downstream, so there is reason to think that he is dead. You’ll be fine, Peeks. Avery won’t get you again! Not with me here!”
“I’ll hold you to that, eh!”
“Yeah. Now let’s get on the ice!” Jonathan reached up and grabbed his helmet and put it on his head. Then he snatched his stick up and turned to face Patrick. The blue eyed man was staring at him. A fire burning in the depths, kindled by a newfound energy.
Patrick Kane was the only hockey player, no man, no person, who could be kidnapped, tortured, experience a near death circumstance and spring back to life within a week. It was insane how strong this Buffalo-born native was! If Jonathan had been the one in his shoes, having been tied up, gagged and later locked in a wooden crate, he didn’t think he’d have the strength to pop back into the normal swing of things. He would be absolutely and totally scarred. But that was only one thing on the list of shocking facts about the man known as Patrick Kane.
“Just because I was kidnapped and tortured by Avery over the end of the Summer break, doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on the Stars. I’m going to come out and undress Tyler Seguin!”
“Uh…”
“Wait, let me rephrase that!”
“Yeah, buddy, you’d better rephrase that!”
“I’m going to humiliate Tyler Seguin and his Dallas Stars in front of the American Airlines Center’s crowd by getting a sweet highlight reel goal!”
“I’ll keep you to that promise. If you don’t score it, I don’t know, I may just have Sharpie’s back this season, eh?” Jonathan smirked, cleverly.
Patrick snatched his stick and helmet off the locker shelf and cross-checked his friend. “Hey! Sharpie’s the one who’s been eating and stealing my merchandise! He’s got an unhealthy obsession with those protein bars, man. If he isn’t careful, he’s going to gain weight and Q won’t be a happy man.”
“I’m on it, Kaner. I’ll get him in check!”
“You better do it soon. Early today, he downed seven of ‘em!”
“SEVEN!!??”
“Yeah.”
“Holy crap! Okay, I’m going to go chat with him. Come on, let’s get to the ice!” the captain of the Blackhawks slapped his friend on the back and they made their way down the tunnel, toward the ice.
Patrick found himself launching out of the tunnel and onto the fresh new ice. It felt so good to be back doing what he loved. And it felt especially good to be there with all of his friends and teammates at his side.
He happily flew around the edges of the rink, shouting a “woooo!” He passed by Jonathan, who laughed and reminded him not to go overboard and control his excitement.
Patrick skidded to a halt back in front of his home tunnel. He grabbed his water bottle and started to lift it up to his mouth to take a sip, when it was knocked from his hands. Before he could spin around or react, a hand wrapped around his elbows arms pasting them to his sides. Another hand clamped over his mouth and he was yanked backward into the tunnel.
“Jonathan!” he tried to to scream, but his voice was muffled by the hand.
Panic took over him once more, as he struggled to pull free. He felt his skates being removed from his feet, by someone else's feet, before getting pulled backward down the the tunnel and into the locker room once more. It was empty and bare, as everyone else was back out on the ice. Patrick was finally released and flung into his stall.
Instantly, upon hitting the “locker’s flat bench seat,” he snapped his head up and his eyes glittered with trepidation as he stared back into none other than...Sean Avery’s cold eyes. The villain’s hair was dripping wet with Chicago River water, where he had jumped off the bridge.
Sean Avery glowered, as he shot his arm out and grabbed Patrick around the throat, lifting him up into the air. He glowered at the Blackhawks, who squirmed helplessly in his grasp.
Suddenly, all of the confidence and excitement he had in him vanished at once. Patrick was mortified and also a little bewildered. “You survived?!” the Blackhawk gasped.
“That’s right, Kanerboo. Now, it’s time to finish the job I started!” Avery laughed as he lowered Patrick down to the ground and let go of his throat.
Before the blond hockey player could scream or run, Avery cackled sinisterly, throwing a burlap sack over the man. He pulled the end and dragged his “present” off, out of the locker room and out of the American Airlines Center in Dallas. Patrick kicked and screamed, but his efforts were wasted. He was soon hauled up and into a small space, which the Chicago Blackhawk could only think of as a trunk.
It was the summer kidnapping event all over again. But this time, Avery wasn’t going to play any games! He meant business. And Jonathan Toews had no idea about what had happened!
The Start of the New NHL Season
Chicago Blackhawks VS Dallas Stars, Regular Season Game 1
Patrick Kane blinked in wonder as he stood in the locker room beside Jonathan Toews. He was still so thankful and grateful toward the man. He owed his captain a ton! Jonathan had saved his life and he promised and gave the man his word that he wouldn’t chirp him in the locker room or joke to Blackhawks TV and to the fans about how much he “hated” the man.
Jonathan smiled at him. “It’s good to be back together Peeksy!”
“It is Jonny. There’s no one I’d rather be standing next to before a game than you, buddy.”
“I’m just glad you are okay.”
“Yeah, coulda been a disaster, but no one takes the great Patrick Timothy Kane down that easily!”
“Right, whatever you say,” Jonathan laughed, giving his teammate a little shove.
“Did the police and NORMAL cops ever find Avery’s body?” the blond man inquired. Shockingly he disguised any and all worry. He was a strong man, but he had to know that everything was 100 percent okay.
“They didn’t. But they think he floated down the river. They did find parts of his clothes scattered about downstream, so there is reason to think that he is dead. You’ll be fine, Peeks. Avery won’t get you again! Not with me here!”
“I’ll hold you to that, eh!”
“Yeah. Now let’s get on the ice!” Jonathan reached up and grabbed his helmet and put it on his head. Then he snatched his stick up and turned to face Patrick. The blue eyed man was staring at him. A fire burning in the depths, kindled by a newfound energy.
Patrick Kane was the only hockey player, no man, no person, who could be kidnapped, tortured, experience a near death circumstance and spring back to life within a week. It was insane how strong this Buffalo-born native was! If Jonathan had been the one in his shoes, having been tied up, gagged and later locked in a wooden crate, he didn’t think he’d have the strength to pop back into the normal swing of things. He would be absolutely and totally scarred. But that was only one thing on the list of shocking facts about the man known as Patrick Kane.
“Just because I was kidnapped and tortured by Avery over the end of the Summer break, doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on the Stars. I’m going to come out and undress Tyler Seguin!”
“Uh…”
“Wait, let me rephrase that!”
“Yeah, buddy, you’d better rephrase that!”
“I’m going to humiliate Tyler Seguin and his Dallas Stars in front of the American Airlines Center’s crowd by getting a sweet highlight reel goal!”
“I’ll keep you to that promise. If you don’t score it, I don’t know, I may just have Sharpie’s back this season, eh?” Jonathan smirked, cleverly.
Patrick snatched his stick and helmet off the locker shelf and cross-checked his friend. “Hey! Sharpie’s the one who’s been eating and stealing my merchandise! He’s got an unhealthy obsession with those protein bars, man. If he isn’t careful, he’s going to gain weight and Q won’t be a happy man.”
“I’m on it, Kaner. I’ll get him in check!”
“You better do it soon. Early today, he downed seven of ‘em!”
“SEVEN!!??”
“Yeah.”
“Holy crap! Okay, I’m going to go chat with him. Come on, let’s get to the ice!” the captain of the Blackhawks slapped his friend on the back and they made their way down the tunnel, toward the ice.
Patrick found himself launching out of the tunnel and onto the fresh new ice. It felt so good to be back doing what he loved. And it felt especially good to be there with all of his friends and teammates at his side.
He happily flew around the edges of the rink, shouting a “woooo!” He passed by Jonathan, who laughed and reminded him not to go overboard and control his excitement.
Patrick skidded to a halt back in front of his home tunnel. He grabbed his water bottle and started to lift it up to his mouth to take a sip, when it was knocked from his hands. Before he could spin around or react, a hand wrapped around his elbows arms pasting them to his sides. Another hand clamped over his mouth and he was yanked backward into the tunnel.
“Jonathan!” he tried to to scream, but his voice was muffled by the hand.
Panic took over him once more, as he struggled to pull free. He felt his skates being removed from his feet, by someone else's feet, before getting pulled backward down the the tunnel and into the locker room once more. It was empty and bare, as everyone else was back out on the ice. Patrick was finally released and flung into his stall.
Instantly, upon hitting the “locker’s flat bench seat,” he snapped his head up and his eyes glittered with trepidation as he stared back into none other than...Sean Avery’s cold eyes. The villain’s hair was dripping wet with Chicago River water, where he had jumped off the bridge.
Sean Avery glowered, as he shot his arm out and grabbed Patrick around the throat, lifting him up into the air. He glowered at the Blackhawks, who squirmed helplessly in his grasp.
Suddenly, all of the confidence and excitement he had in him vanished at once. Patrick was mortified and also a little bewildered. “You survived?!” the Blackhawk gasped.
“That’s right, Kanerboo. Now, it’s time to finish the job I started!” Avery laughed as he lowered Patrick down to the ground and let go of his throat.
Before the blond hockey player could scream or run, Avery cackled sinisterly, throwing a burlap sack over the man. He pulled the end and dragged his “present” off, out of the locker room and out of the American Airlines Center in Dallas. Patrick kicked and screamed, but his efforts were wasted. He was soon hauled up and into a small space, which the Chicago Blackhawk could only think of as a trunk.
It was the summer kidnapping event all over again. But this time, Avery wasn’t going to play any games! He meant business. And Jonathan Toews had no idea about what had happened!
Notes
I'm most likely going to go back and extend this WAY more, but here is the first chapter of the sequel of Dangeruss and Tazer.
This one will be different and I'm not going to just focus on Kaner's kidnapping, cause that can get old real fast. Instead, well, it'll make sense mid-way through. I'm so excited for this though!!
I've never had so many novelesque idea before...it's FANTASTIC!! And a little difficult to manage and control with school. But I'm up for the challenge!!
Anyway, without further ado, I give you....RESURRECTION AND REVENGE!!
Next up: Breaking out Crabtree from jail....great! The Blood Brothers are back together! :(
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Kari and Bacon lost :((( Oh well for helping out the Sharks :P
Okay! :)
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