Resurrection and Revenge

Patrick Kane blinked awake and found himself strapped tightly to some kind of dentist chair or something like what mad scientists used in movies. He tried to crane his head, but pain flooded through him, so he just kept it in place. He was still gagged, but a fresh bandana was in his mouth. He could tell, because it felt new and drier than the old one, which had been drenched in his saliva. He was thankful that Avery at least “cared” enough to not torture his mouth with a lot of nasty tastes like some sick sex-fetish criminal would. He tossed his head from side to side, finding that he was able to do so.

The Notre Dame or/and wherever he was now was bathed in shadows. It was a perfect place for a criminal to work. But it was a church which was strange. It was wrong, but Patrick didn’t dwell on that. It didn’t matter, cause Avery had flooded the holy place with evil and was using it. But the shadows made it difficult to see clearly and to tell where he was.

On his left, he saw a table with a variety of torture instruments and some lab type equipment. On his right, he saw Tyler Seguin. The poor Star was dangling down from the ceiling. He was still unconscious and his head was hung down. Patrick could see the knot of a handkerchief and deduced that the poor boy was gagged as well.

Suddenly it hit him like a bag of bricks. He was staring at Tyler Seguin. That meant the he hadn’t escaped. They had failed. Pain flooded into him more and he muffled a moan. He tilted his head back into a straight position and looked up at the ceiling. Something was weird. There was a stainglass picture of someone there, but it wasn’t as clear. It was foggy and unclear.

They were trapped in some kind of glass container. Were they still in the Notre Dame, cause it didn’t seem or look like it? It was more of an evil scientist’s laboratory (though not quite clustered with experimental laboratory objects, rather plain and rushed).

He heard a door open and close and then saw a shadow of someone. Then Avery’s ugly face appeared into his view. The man was hovering over him, smirking and rubbing in the fact that he was winning.

“Pretty brave effort you had, but alas, you should know you are no match against Crabs and I.” He shook his head.

“Piss off, Avery!” Patrick moaned into the gag.

“Too bad Crabs caught Tyler...you were so close. But I couldn’t make the same mistake I’d had with Chop Chop a few months ago, could I? No. I told him that something might happen, but I just wanted to have you two talk and get it all out of your system. I knew that it would be your last chance to do so.”

Patrick felt Avery’s hand touch his head and roughly comb his blond hair. The Blackhawk winger jolted in place, but that was all he could do.

“So, while you two talked in the room and almost plotted an escape, I came up with a plan really quickly. I’ll give credit where it is due and I would like to credit my partner Crabs on this new idea. I was going to kill your little friends, but then Crabs thought about it and instead suggested that I just punish them...hurt them...but not kill them. Because he knew that you were bound to misbehave a lot. So I liked that, but that made me get another idea in the process. Instead of punishing the Hawkies...why not make it worse for you.”

Patrick eyed him, worried about what he was going to say. He rolled his head to the right side, well more like Avery pushed his head that way. The villain glanced up as well.

“I’m going to take it out on Pretty Star Boy there!” Avery exclaimed. “Maybe me hurting him will make you behave.”

The ex-hockey player released the Blackhawk’s head and rounded the chair or whatever he was strapped to and walked over to where Tyler was dangling helplessly. He snatched something up along the way and when he raised it, Patrick saw a whip-like object. The Blackhawk cringed and shut his eyes, not wanting to watch what Avery was going to do. But Avery’s voice boomed to him.

“I’m going to start out easy on him.”

Easy? Whipping someone wasn’t easy!

“I want you to keep your head looking this way, and your eyes open, otherwise...well...that’s misbehaving,” Avery stated with a sinister smirk.

Patrick was scared, but he did as Avery said. He snapped his eyes back open and mentally prepared himself. Or attempted to. He watched the man raise the whip up and let it unravel to the ground. Then he flicked it back behind him and with a loud crack swung it over his shoulder and made it smack Tyler in the chest, jolting him awake.

Patrick jumped as well and whimpered. He felt Tyler’s pain.

The poor man’s head shot up and he screamed into the gag. It took a few seconds to recover and figure out what was happening to him. He saw Patrick and then saw Avery, who was resetting the whip, behind him, for another crack. He glanced upward and pulled, but only swung from the ropes, which stretched his msucles and pulled at them in an uncomfortable and painful way. He could feel the pain in his arms and the soreness of having them tied above his head.

Tyler dropped his head back down and narrowed his eyes at Avery, who rolled his eyes and smacked him again. This time on the stomach. And then there was one last whipping, as Avery shuffled a little bit. He focused a lot of effort and strength and laid a stinging blow to Tyler’s ass.

The tears filled in his eyes, as he slowly swung back and forth. Between that pain and the stinging sensation from the whip, it was a lot for him. But the miscreant ex-New York Ranger wasn’t finished with either of them yet. He wound the whip up and held it in one hand, while he reached up and grabbed Tyler’s chin roughly in his hands and pinched his cheeks with his thumb and first two fingers.

Avery stared with cold, unfeeling eyes at Tyler, who was trying to jerk his head free. “Sorry for the rude awakening Seggy, but Kanerboo needs the lesson!”

Tyler screamed something at Avery, but it was so slurred from his anger, that it just sounded more like angry buzzing from a trapped bee. The evil man held his head still and turned to him more. He leaned toward his ear.

“You best not fight me, Seguin, I can make your life a living hell. Also, I can punish you too. It’ll be extra and maybe you’ll survive...but more likely you won’t.”

Tyler glared at Avery, who smirked devilishly. He released the forward with a sharp movement and turned back to face Patrick, whose blue eyes were wide with horror and worry. (I love this look with him, sorry...but this look is what makes Kanerboo so precious and adorable. I’d tap a miserable Patrick Kane.)

“Now, let’s discuss what I have planned for you, sweet Kanerboo!” Avery exclaimed, putting the whip back in its place and clapping his hands together.

He walked away from the miserable and hurt Tyler and came back to Patrick. He grabbed a chair that had been somewhere near the feet of the blond Blackhawk, who couldn’t see it and he pulled it back and sat between Tyler and Patrick. Both were watching him.

“So, first, to clear any concern or doubt, you are still in the Notre Dame, but like I said, I have had this set up for a while now. This was one of the ideas I had and I was never sure of it, but I do like it. So, Seggy and Kanerboo, up for a little experiment?”

Notes

Poor Seggy and Kanerboo....it gets worse. Much worse.


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