Resurrection and Revenge

Avery dropped Crabtree off with Patrick, who was still helplessly bound and gagged. The plan was for Crabtree to take Patrick to the new lair, which somehow Avery had managed to get. They were going to be in the Notre Dame in Paris. Apparently Avery had threatened the people to let him use it for his illegal act. They gave in to him, as it made a ton of sense that they should.

Who would even attempt to argue with Avery??

Avery pulled up to the curb and let Crabtree get out. The football player opened the backdoor and yanked Patrick out, after Avery had reached back and unbuckled the seatbelt for his partner.

“Behave Lil Kanerboo and don’t worry, your little Hawk buddies will be coming soon too!”

Patrick fought Crabtree’s hold, trying to slip free. But how could he get free when he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere with his ankles bound tightly together as they were. Crabtree wrapped his arm around the blond’s neck, putting the Blackhawk in a headlock and clamped his hand over Patrick’s taped mouth.

“Avery, what about getting through the airport with him?”

“You’ll have to free him, but I think you can get away with keeping his hands bound...though bind them in front of him. They may assume that you and him are...you know…” the ex-hockey goon wagged his eyebrows and grinned.

Crabtree wrinkled his nose up at once. “Never!”

Patrick muffled a disgusted reply. He wasn’t pleased with Avery’s comments either.

“I’m just saying, you’ll find a way to make things work. I know you can and will!”

Crabtree sighed and nodded. “Alright.”

“And hey, he’ll stay with threats, so feel free to threaten the little prick, if he starts to get out-of-hand. Now, I gotta go kidnap some Blackhawks!!” With this, Sean Avery spun back to the wheel, as Crabtree slammed the back door and the car launched off, leaving Patrick alone with the football player.

Crabtree dragged Patrick over to the side and removed the tape and silky tie from his mouth. He tossed the items into a trashcan nearby. Then he removed the ropes around Patrick’s upper arms and dropped down and untied the ankle rope. He pocketed both ropes just in case.

“If you fight me, I will make you scream, so I strongly suggest that you don’t!”

Patrick bit his lip, holding a worried look. He let Crabtree untied his wrists and then bind them again, before him. The blond winger sniffled and gazed into the football player’s eyes with every ounce of sorrow and self-pity he could manage. Instead of melting, Crabtree grit his teeth and pulled the ropes tightly and then knotted the restraint. He saw the blue eyed Blackhawk wince.

“Please, Crabtree, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to listen to Avery.”

Michael Crabtree rolled his eyes and forced Patrick to walk forward. “C’mon. Let’s get to the plane.”

Patrick gulped and tried to move his wrists and get the rope off, but it was so thick and tight, he couldn’t move an inch.

They entered the Chicago National Airport and, like Avery had said, were teased by customs about a “romantic getaway fetish crap.” But before long they were in the waiting area to get on the plane. And then there were on the plane.

****
Jonathan Toews and Russell Wilson received a text message from Avery, letting them know that Patrick was at the airport. The two rushed off and dashed into the airport. They informed customs what was going on and then were told about Crabtree being with Patrick.

Jonathan bolted to the gate, leaving Russell behind. However when he arrived, the plane was pulling out and there was no stopping it. He halted at the window and stared out, watching the plane roll to the runway and then lift off.

“KANER!! NO!!!!”

The Captain of the Blackhawks sank down to his knees and then gradually shifted himself into a sitting position, staring in horror out the window. “I’m too late! I’m too late!” He buried his head into his hands and sobbed.

After a few minutes, Russell found him and came over to him. He squatted down to his hockey player friend and put an arm gently on the sobbing man’s shoulder. Jonathan slowly turned his head to look at his Quarterback buddy, who was showing him sympathy.

“We were too late. He’s gone...to God knows where!” Jonathan cried, wiping his eyes.

“It’s okay. Let’s find out where that plane was headed and get after it. C’mon,” Russell gingerly hinted.

Jonathan shook his head though. “No, Avery’s won. He’s won this time.”

Russell grabbed Jonathan’s head in his hands and forced the Blackhawk vet to look at him. “It is NEVER too late. And he hasn’t won. Patrick isn’t dead yet, is he? IS HE?”

“No.”

“Then he hasn’t won. Has he?”

“No.”

“So we have time. Patrick is strong. He can survive long enough for us to find him!”

“But what if--”

“I’m sick of your negativity Jonny. Now, let’s get after them. Let’s find out where that plane is headed and then regroup. Maybe we can get others in on the search too! There is hope, Jonny. I promise.”

Jonathan wiped his eyes and nodded. “You’re right again, Russ.”

Russell helped him to his feet and they walked over to the desk, where the Flight Assistant was standing. She had been watching them and when they confronted her, she acted bizarrely. It wasn’t from recognizing them from the NHL and NFL though. It was more like the kind of look and behavior you would show if you saw a grown adult men sobbing and crying about a plane leaving.

“Can I help you...uh...gentlemen?” She sounded a little freaked out.

Russell spoke, while Jonathan tried to collect himself and control his emotions. “Yes, hi, sorry about all of this awkwardness, but can you tell me where that flight was headed to?”

The woman nodded. She pointed to the screen and said, “Paris, France.”

Jonathan spun around to face her. “Paris?”

She nodded again, eyeing him. “Yes, sir. The flight left for Paris, France. Why are you so disappointed by this...if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My best friend, Patrick Kane, he’s NOT supposed to be on that flight,” Jonathan told her, putting his hands on the surface of the desk.

“That’s not true. He had a ticket and a black man with him,” the woman informed them.

“Was there anyone else with him? A Sean Avery perhaps?” Russell questioned.

“No. Just a Michael Crabtree.”

Jonathan whirled around and checked his phone again. A single text message came up and that’s when the Blackhawk panicked again. “SHIT!”

Russell turned to him, his eyes wide with shock. “What’s wrong?”

“Avery...the bastard tricked us! We need to get back to the UC right NOW!!”

“Why?” Russell asked, quickly thanking the woman and coming to where Jonathan was fretting.

“Because, Avery’s attacked the UC!”

“How? What? Why? How?”

“Half the team is missing!” Jonathan exclaimed, holding his phone up with the message.

Russell gasped and looked horrified. The message was from the Coach. It simply read, Chicago Blackhawks missing.

****
Avery snickered as he turned the corner, zooming onto Madison. He pulled into the mostly vacant player’s lot. He opened the trunk up and the back doors, prepping for his attack. In the trunk he snatched multiple coils of rope up and the knockout gas. He also had a chloroform bottle and a cloth.

When he had all of his items ready, he walked in the door and down the hall. He peered around the frame of the doorway and saw a majority of the team in the room. He smirked and pulled out the can. He tossed it into the room and then heard the thuds of players hitting the ground, unconscious.

Avery shrugged and slipped inside. None of the players had changed out of their suits yet, so that was going to be easier on the ex-Ranger. He grabbed Brandon Saad first.

“Oh, Saader...we meet again for the third time.”

He bound Brandon’s wrists together and his ankles. Then he moved to the next Blackhawk, which was Andrew Shaw. He repeated the same procedure, as he sneered, “Tsk tsk, you’re just too soft to be a pest, Shawzy.”

The next Blackhawk was a defenseman: Brent Seabrook. And then Niklas Hjalmarsson. Followed by Ben Smith. And then Patrick Sharp. And finally the last one in the room, Corey Crawford. He rapidly moved all of the unconscious bodies to the car without being detected. He tossed the can into the trunk with the bodies and slammed the lid shut.

Avery went back inside, withdrawing the chloroform and cloth. He drenched the cloth in the liquid and walked to the ice. He was confronted by a surprising person, instead though. Gabriel Landeskog stepped into his path.

“Avery!” the Colorado Captain gasped. “What are you doing here? Where’s the Blackhawks?” He started to back away, glimpsing the cloth in the ex-Rangers’ hand.

“Wrong place, wrong time, Gabriel.”

Before the blond leader of Colorado could react, Avery slapped his hand with the cloth in it and knocked the Avalanche player out. He bound Gabriel’s wrists and ankles together and then tied the chloroform-drenched cloth around the Avalanche player’s mouth. He hauled him down the tunnel and into the back seat of the car.

He slammed one of the doors shut and then grabbed another cloth and another bottle of chloroform and drenched that cloth with the liquid. As he spun around to enter once more, A group of three remaining Blackhawks had appeared.

Duncan Keith was leading them. “Avery! Should’ve known if was you! Where’s Kaner and Tazer and the others?”

“Well, funny you should ask that Duncs. You see, Kanerboo is long gone by now and Jonny’s not here. I distracted him, so I could kidnap you all. I have the boys in the trunk here, but they’re all unconscious and a little tied up!”

“Avery, you bastard, let ‘em go!” Bryan Bickell spat, curling his fingers into a fist and narrowing his eyes, darkly

“Not a chance!”

Duncan caught sight of Gabriel Landeskog in the backseat, bound and gagged and unconscious. It angered the vet. “You son of a bitch Avery, Gabriel was just here to pay his respects for Kruger! Why did you have to go and drag him into your sick and perverted plans?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, he’ll have to pay them to him, himself, after I kill him!”

“Avery, let him go.”

“What, are you going to make me, Duncan Keith?” Avery taunted.

Duncan stepped forward, Marian Hossa and Bryan Bickell at his side. They were honestly scared of the goon, but willing to back up their buddies. Avery mocked their bravery.

“Well, isn’t this cute…” Avery attacked Duncan, who managed to get free. Marian and Bryan traded blows and attempts, ducking the swinging arm of Avery, who tried to get them all with the chloroform. He had briefly gotten the lead defenseman, who was dazed to the side. Instead, Marian and Bryan gave up and herded Duncan away and the three retreated back into the arena.

Avery snickered to himself and spat on the gravel of the parking lot. “Don’t need ‘em. I got plenty of Blackhawks. Besides, what’s four of them to the others.”

Avery set the cloth and bottle on the passenger seat and then drove off. There was still one more hockey player he wanted to kidnap. It hadn’t occurred to him until now and he would have to be rapid and stealthy about his actions. He zoomed off to the hotel, where the Dallas Stars were staying (he knew this because it was where the visiting teams stayed when they came to play Chicago). In a stroke of luck (or not luck for Dallas), Avery spotted Tyler Seguin walking with Jamie Benn, heading toward the team bus, which was set to take them to the plane.

“Bingo!”

Avery cut the wheel sharply and slammed on the brake, causing the vehicle to skid to a halt. He landed, cutting off the path for Tyler and Jamie, who stopped in their walk and grabbed one another. The ex-hockey player snatched up the cloth and jumped out. He chased after Tyler and Jamie, who panicked and screamed, realizing what was going on and what could happen to them. Avery was quick though. He seized Tyler’s arm, stopping him. Tyler may have been speedy on the ice, but off, he didn’t stand a chance against the bigger, stronger, Sean Avery.

“JAMIE!!” Tyler screamed. “HELP M--!” Avery slapped the cloth over his mouth and nose. Tyler’s struggles weakened, until he collapsed on the ground, his eyes closing.

“TYLER!!” Jamie gasped, skidding to a halt and gazed in horror, as his friend fell to the ground, unconscious. He was frozen in place, unable to move anywhere. His heart was pounding in his chest. He watched as the big mean man tie Tyler’s wrists and ankles together and then gag him with the cloth.

“Tyler, no.”

“Tyler, yes. I have no use for the incompetent Dallas Captain. I just need this guy,” Avery yanked Tyler up and grabbed his head, pinching his chin in his fingers. “Because he’s Kanerboo’s best friend, apart from Jonny and his teammates. He’s beneficial to my dastardly plan.”

“Please, let him go.”

“Aw, and why would I do that, Jamie. You’re fucking pathetic, you pussy!” Avery turned around and shoved Tyler into the back seat, beside Gabriel. He slammed the door and Jamie finally darted forward. He attacked Avery and tried to get to Tyler, but the goon overpowered him and flung him backward. He slammed into the side of the bus and crashed to the ground, dazed and in pain. He was bleeding from a cut on his temple, where his head had slammed into the bus. It provided Avery the time he needed. He hopped into his car, cackling like a villain and sped off with all of his victims.

“Tyler,” Jamie moaned. “Segs…” He crawled forward and then slumped to the ground, blacking out temporarily.

(Poor Jamie Benn...)

Notes

Poor Jonny.
Poor Kanerboo.
Poor Jamie Benn...
:(


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