Resurrection and Revenge

Meanwhile,

Sean Avery cut the wheel and pulled into an abandoned parking lot area. He stomped on the brake and put the vehicle into ‘park.’ He spun to the passenger seat, where Michael Crabtree was sitting, wearing a devilish grin on his face. “Crabs, so I was thinking...while I was on the run and hiding out, I got to thinking about a marvelous idea.”

“Like what? Shooting Kaner’s brains out with a gun? Maybe hanging him from a tree like a piñata?”

“No. None of those.”

“Ooh! Tying him to a log and sending him helplessly toward a razor sharp spindle or buzzsaw?”

“No. What did you watch in prison? The Perils of Penelope Pitstop or some slew of westerns?”

Crabtree snickered. “Nah.”

“No, my thought is that we get little Kanerboo some company.”

“Like Kearse?”

“No! Fuck the Seahawks and the NFL! This is revenge on the Blackhawks!”

Crabtree cocked his head, in perplexment and raised an eyebrow at his partner-in-crime. “So, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that we kidnap the whole team, except their dear Captain...of course.”

Muffled screams of fury came from the direction of the backseat. Avery rolled his eyes and threw his arm back, smacking the poor Chicago winger. The screams of fury turned to whimpers of fright.

“And why would we do that?” Crabtree questioned.

Avery sat back, but kept his eyes trained on his hostage. “Because I love it when Jonny’s in distress and I’d love to see his face when we kidnap all of his teammates.”

“But how are we going to do that?”

Avery whipped out a small can with the words “Knock Out Gas” on it. He wagged his eyebrows at his friend. “Whatdoya say, Crabs?”

“Avery, you’re an evil genius and a bit of a madman. I love it. Alright. Let’s kidnap some Hawkies!”

“You’ll love that, won’t ya Kanerboo? All your little buddies there with you to keep you company!”

More whimpers came from the backseat.

“He loves it,” Crabtree snickered.

“Wanna put him in the trunk or keep him strapped in the back?” Avery asked.

“Eh, let’s keep him where he is, may need the back for all his little friends, right?” He smirked. But the smirk vanished as soon as the goon shook his head.

“We’re not kidnapping Blackhawks right now, Crabs. First, let’s get Kanerboo, here, to the new lair.”

“New lair?” Crabtree was suddenly super excited. He wanted to know about this “new lair.” It sounded quite fun.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to go to Paris, haven’t you, Crabs?”

“Paris?” The football player’s lips slowly curled upward.

Avery nodded, smirking as well. He gradually rotated in his chair. “Yeah. Haven’t you always want to go to Paris, Lil Kanerboo?”

Patrick’s eyes were wide open with fright. He knew as well as the two villains that this meant he was going to be further away from Jonathan and Chicago. Doubt crept into him and he began to cry, scared of the future...how ever short it would be.

He was almost 100% certain now that Michael Crabtree and Sean Avery were going to get away with completing their revenge. The blond haired, blue eyed Patrick Timothy Kane Jr. didn’t stand a chance. And he wasn’t going to make it that long.

Notes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANERBOO, DON'T GET DRUNK OR AVERY MIGHT GET'CHA!!! :P
Also, enjoy your birthday and use the excitement to get the Hawks a win tomorrow buddy! :)


Next up: Oh God...Avery...What Are You Doing to Chicago?? X(