Resurrection and Revenge

Back in France, in Notre Dame,

Avery’s eyes were glittering, as he watched Patrick and Tyler’s expressions slowly melt into horror. They both vigorously shook their heads and it turned the madman on. “I always was one for lab experiments and wanting to be a scientist. If the whole, “playing in the NHL” thing didn’t work out, I was going to be a scientist. And I was always fascinated by mad scientists in movies and TV Shows.” He stood up and walked over to Patrick. He looked down at him, as he continued with, “Oh the torture the victim went through, at the hands of the madman in charge.” He combed his fingers through Patrick’s blond locks.

Patrick whimpered and flinched at the touch, but Avery was surprisingly gentle with him. It was terrifyingly gentle.

“Oh, oh, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you. Of both of you!” Avery stated, as he leaned over and kissed Patrick on the forehead, making him whimper more. “Don’t whine, Kanerboo, it’s not your style. Who are you trying to mimic, Sidney Crosby?”

He began to caress Patrick’s face with his hands, which wasn’t thrilling the Blackhawk winger much.

“Well, I don’t think you should be impersonating Cindy. He’s a naughty Penguin and not a good role model.”

Avery stopped playing with Patrick’s head and withdrew to the side. He fiddled around with some of his lab equipment in the background, almost purposefully creating the noise. He finally appeared to find what he wanted and returned to Patrick holding a syringe.

“You don’t have needlephobia, do you Patrick Kane?” He glowered and pressed the needle point into Patrick’s exposed arm, making him cringe. Then he felt a sharp pinch from the object and soon it was over.

Patrick felt nothing, as he saw Avery bring his fist back and punch in the arm, right over where the shot had been applied. Normally it would’ve hurt, but this time it didn’t. He felt only a slight bruising feel. That wasn’t good….for him.

Avery smirked as he saw the blond’s reaction. He mimicked Patrick’s voice as he said, “What did you put in me, Avery, you dick?”

I would have said you were an asshole, not a dick, actually. The Blackhawk rolled his eyes, unable to keep from doing so. Avery made him sound too feminine and girly. He wasn’t like that though!

“Well, darling Kanerboo, I put in something that will help to make you feel no pain. I’m going to give Seggy Seguin some too!” He rounded the head of Patrick and walked over to Tyler. He jammed the same syringe into Tyler’s arm.

Wasn’t that unsanitary?! That’s gross...poor Tyler! Patrick thought to himself. He watched as the Dallas Star swung back and forth, feeling the pain of the initial insertion of the needle, which Avery cared less about. Then he watched as Avery brought his fist and then foot into the poor man’s crotch. It made Patrick cringe, but he didn’t dare make any noises or close his eyes. But inside of him, he felt for the Dallas Star and his friend.

Avery ruffled Tyler’s hair and pushed him back, making him swing back and forth...oh how he must have felt that. But he just glared at Avery. (When the injection wore off, he’d be screaming and feeling the agony.)

The ex-hockey goon stormed back over to Patrick and he finally untied the knot of the bandana in his mouth and removed it. With one hand holding the syringe, the other held the cloth. “Got anything to say, Kanerboo? Now’s the time to talk, sweetie.”

“Please, let Tyler go.”

“Uh, no.”

“Let my friends go!”

“No.”

“Avery, please--” the villain slapped his hand over Patrick’s mouth.

“Let me guess, you really want to know why I’m interested in science, right? It’s eating at you to know the full backstory, eh?”

“No,” Patrick said into the hand.

“Yes? Yes, you want Avery to tell you all about it? Okay.” Avery slid his hand away. He walked away and placed the bandana and the syringe on the table. “It started when I watched the Frankenstein movie. You know that one, right Kanerboo, it’s a classic?”

“Yeah, I know the movie.”

“Good, good. I always thought about how cool that was and in school, I always enjoyed the labs we’d do - especially the dissection ones. Many of the pussys in the class couldn’t handle it, but I gutted a shark. Sure the smell was awful, but the feeling of cutting something open was awesome...it was an adrenaline rush.”

“Oh no…” Patrick whimpered.

“Don’t worry Kanerboo, you’re not going to be like the shark. I wanted to cut you open and all, but then I thought about it...and there’s nothing really exciting inside of you.”

“Fuck off Avery!”

“Is that back talk?”

Patrick gulped, but managed to cover himself with, “No. But what makes you possibly think or even consider that it would be a good idea or fun to cut me open and dissect me?”

“Cause I’d have fun rearranging your organs!”

“Gross.”

“It’d be fun. But, not that fun, as I said, you’re just not exciting enough...maybe I’ll consider dissecting Segsy, but I’ll ponder it...so other than the dissections, I also enjoyed lighting things on fire!”

“NO!!” Patrick shouted.

“Relax, baby Blackhawk, I’m not going to light you on fire, maybe once you’re dead and then I can mail Tazer your ashes--”

“No!”

“Well, the last thing I had fun with in the labs, was actually really cool. I thought it was cool to mix things and change the colors of liquids and do all those type things. But what could I do with you that would possibly be that...I can’t douse you in liquid and change your color or anything. And why would I want to make a potential black Patrick Kane...you’re so white! So white that I’m sure you burn and not tan in the sun.”

“What’s your point Avery? Insulting me so much that it hurts?”

“No, not at all, after all, why break you with words...no, you’re too strong for words. If Marchand can chirp you to no end and you can respond by scoring a goal...no, not words. And not physical pain either. No, what will break you is more mental.”

“What are you getting at Avery?”

“I’m saying that I’m going to torment you mentally. Maybe I’ll start out nice, with the snakes...you seemed to like that.”

“No. Avery, please….don’t!”

“It’s time to have some fun, Kanerboo!!”

“AVERY!!”

“Oh right,” the villain snatched up a necktie and walked over to Patrick. The blond was gazing at him, terrified and attempting to beg him to stop with his eyes. The ex-Ranger shook his head and inclined Patrick’s with one hand, while he inserted the necktie into place and wrapped it around his head, then he knotted it in place.

Instantly Patrick teared up. He kept attempting to say “Please.” But the new gag helped to deform the word and slur it. He watched in horror, as Avery walked into the shadows again and fidgeted around in his stuff.

When he came back, he held a super long, scary-looking - probably poisonous - green snake. It flicked it’s tongue out at him, its beady eyes staring at him. But the snake seemed to hold Patrick’s eyes on him and almost send him into a trance. Patrick’s heart raced inside of him, almost pumping so fast that it would kill him.

“Remember the banana snake, well this is his friend here. I thought you’d think his green color was pretty cool. I’m sure you’d love to touch him…” Avery brushed the snake against Patrick’s skin and it made him scream and struggle.

“Avery, I--” Patrick started, gagging on the necktie in his mouth hoarsely.

Avery put the animal on top of Patrick’s stomach and let it crawl on him, freaking him out. It didn’t bite him, seeming to be quite tame. But the blond Blackhawk didn’t care...it was a snake and it was on him and it felt disgusting! He wanted it off.

Avery laughed in amusement and eventually took the creature off of him. He leaned over and hovered above the Blackhawk’s head, smirking like a supervillain. “That’s just the first part of what I have planned for you this time and trust me, it’ll take Jonny forever to get here and when he does, I’m prepared. He won’t save you this time, sweetheart, you’re mine!”

Patrick squeezed his eyes shut tightly and whimpered, trying not to cry, as Avery vanished to put the snake away once more.

Where was Jonathan Toews?? And what was going on to the other Blackhawks, his friends… the ones Avery had captured?

Notes

Ooooh Kaner's ophidiophobia! This was what sparked the idea for the new story I have being started actually. :)


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