Resurrection and Revenge

Sean Avery tormented Patrick with the snake on and off and soon it became so scary that it wasn’t, so the villain switched to a different terror.

“This next fear or phobia is going to be stimulated by me simply saying that your Captain is injured. Go ahead think about it. Jonny, precious Jonny Toews, is severely injured and can’t play, but you can.”

Patrick couldn’t help but imagine the horrible scene. He saw Jonathan skating on the ice, sending him a pass, before he was barrelled into hard by an opponent. Avery subconsciously told him it’s a Red Wing player and so the blond Blackhawk watched his brunette friend slam into the boards awkwardly and land on the ice, falling limp.

Patrick screamed, “JONNY!! NO!! Get up, Jonny, get up!” He dropped down to the ice and stared in horror at his unconscious friend. “SOMEBODY, HELP!! Jonny, please…”

“And from that incident, you watch as the medical staff carries him off. Your heart crushes at the sight and tears in two pieces. You play your worst game of your career, because you know you can’t play without your captain.”

“Avery, stop!” Patrick wailed. He was sobbing and tears flooded from his eyes, but the ex-hockey player leaned over him and continued his awful story.

“When the game finishes, the Blackhawks have lost...BIG! It’s a 6-0 game. And you know the loss is because of you! And on top of that, you hear that Jonathan Toews, your best friend and probably secret closet lover is dead.”

“JONATHAN!!!!” Patrick shrieked, losing it. “No, no, no! You’re not dead!!”

Avery glowered, as he finally backed away. “You can scream all you want, but he’s not here and he won’t save you! Like I told you, you’re mine this time Princess and your Captain can’t save you, just like you can’t save your Captain.” He glanced up at Tyler, who was glaring at him, still dangling from the ceiling.

“Avery, please, no more.”

“You want more? Alright.”

“No,” Patrick sobbed.

“This one is going to be about Seggy, over there.”

“Don’t drag Tyler into this.”

“Okay. Tyler Seguin’s your friend right? You’d be best to answer me...lest you hurt your friend.”

“Yes, he’s me friend.”

“Would you say he comes after Tazer even?”

“Yes.”

“And so if I were draw his blood out and slowly kill him, it would tear you up, am I right?”

“Yes, but don’t!”

“Just checking.” Avery smirked evilly and walked to Tyler. “He’s glaring at me an awful lot...I’m not a fan of it.”

“Avery, don’t!!” Patrick screamed, snapping his head to the side, to look at Avery, as the man roughly caressed Tyler’s face again.

“He’s just got the kind of face that I can experiment on...I’d love to rearrange his pretty little facial features,” Avery sneered, as he caressed the Dallas Star. “In fact, let’s have some fun. Time to take you down from there, Segs.”

The evil man untied the rope around Tyler’s wrists and let him drop carelessly to the ground. Tyler attempted to move, but pain seemed to fill him. The syringe stuff had worn off and now all of the assaults on his body after it, all the beatings and painful occurrences shot back into him. Avery bent down and ripped the handkerchief from his mouth and let it drape around his neck.

The poor Dallas forward gasped in air and groaned in pain.

“Too much pain for little Seggy, eh?” the villain sneered, before seizing Tyler by his hair and dragging him over toward Patrick.

“Segs,” Patrick choked out.

Avery reached into his pocket and pulled out another coil of rope and bound Tyler’s wrists behind him. Then he bound Tyler’s ankles together, making sure that he was immobilized. When that was done, he clutched Tyler’s hair in his hand once more forced his head up at an excruciatingly painful angle.

“Alright, Seguin, I’m going to make you scream. Each painful scream you make, should break Patrick Kane’s heart.”

“Never! You’ll never break Kaner’s heart, because he’s the strongest man I know!”

Avery yanked at Tyler’s hair and he yelped in agony, but he managed not to scream. Patrick sniffled and gave them both the most horrifyingly despaired look he could manage. It was so pathetically adorable that it made the ex-goon cackle in amusement.

“Poor Kanerboo, those faces won’t work here.”

“Please don’t hurt him, Avery,” Patrick squeaked, unable to make the face go away with what he felt inside.

“You continue to try and talk me out of something, but all you are doing is making things worse. Allow me to show you, what I mean,” Avery growled and roughly let Tyler go. “Stay, Seguin, or I’ll REALLY hurt you!”

Tyler gulped and lowered his head down. His brown eyes glittered in the dim light, as he looked at poor Patrick strapped to the dentist chair, unable to do a thing. Avery rummaged through his stuff in the shadows once again. He was being such an asshole. Patrick sniffled and managed to stop his crying, momentarily.

“I’m so sorry, Tyler. You should never have met me.”

“It’s not your fault Kaner, I think of it as a privilege that I met you. You’re the best friend I could ever have apart from Marchy and Jamie.”

“I don’t want you to be killed though.”

“It would be an honor to die for you though. Patrick, you helped me in the early stages of my career and you--you’re--”

“No, Avery doesn’t know this, but…” He lowered his voice more and Tyler leaned forward toward him. “...Tazer’s not my number one friend, you are. Jonny’s--Jonny’s more than a friend, but you--you are more like a brother!”

Tyler leaned back up and stared at him. “Brother?” he mouthed. Patrick nodded, or attempted to nod. Both began to smile at one another, before Avery returned and smacked them both across the face for not frowning.

“Didn’t get all the talking out in the room, didja? No matter, at least you can’t escape me!!” Avery cackled and then put a helmet of some sorts on Patrick’s head.

“What is this?”

“This is a helmet. It is a special kind though, because it can produce vivid images in your mind and it can also,” the wicked man pressed a button on it and instantly it became like a rock or something really top heavy. “keep your head still, in place. I will want to see you watching me as I make Seggy bleed out.”

“You’re a fucking madman, Avery!” Tyler spat. Patrick’s words had filled him and given him a new energy. And suddenly he cared more about the Blackhawk.

“I commend your bravery, Seguin, but when I was on the run, I did some more research. Turns out I don’t have to overhear your cute little conversation in order to know that Kanerboo thinks of you as a brother!”

“What?” Patrick blurted out, attempting to lift his head, but failing.

“Yeah, in one of the articles that talked about your little friendship during the lockout, you clearly stated in a comment that you thought of Tyler as a “brother you never had”...so cute, right?”

“No! I--I”

“When I was kidnapping Blackhawks and the weak Avalanche hunk, I thought about the article and that’s when I got a brilliant idea! Why not kidnap the Dallas Star who thinks he’s your brother! If there was something worse than a snake to torture you with or the death of your Captain, it’s killing your “brother!” Avery smirked, as he withdrew a sharpened dagger from his back.

The wicked ex-hockey player snatched Tyler by his hair once more and tilted his head to the side, so that his neck was exposed. Avery gently slid the blade across his skin there. Tyler flinched, but luckily couldn’t move much thanks to Avery’s grip on his hair.

“DON’T KILL MY BROTHER!! I’m begging you, Avery, don’t kill him, don’t hurt him!” Patrick wailed, bursting out in tears.

Avery pressed the blade in and in one swift motion, made a three inch size long scar. Blood trickled out, but Avery made sure it was only surface level. Then he placed the blade against Tyler’s eye. He sliced him there, on the corner, barely missing jabbing his eye out. Tyler screamed and jerked against the hold.

Avery let him go, shoving him forward. He hung his head over the ground and drops of blood hit the tiled floor.

“TYLER!!” Patrick howled, unable to move anywhere.

“Fucking pathetic!” Avery spat, kicking Tyler hard in the back. He lurched forward, but managed to stay on his knees, hovered over, crying and leaking blood and tears. He remained there, not daring to stop or look up.

“Tyler,” Patrick whimpered. “Tyler...no…”

Avery ran his finger across the crimson colored blade and was careful not to slice his skin, as he got Tyler’s blood on his finger. Then he jammed his finger into Patrick’s mouth and made the blond squeeze his eyes shut.

“You’re going to taste your “hockey brother’s” blood and like it. Lick the rest of it off now! Go on!” Avery demanded.

Patrick whimpered, as the man held the blade out and hovered it before his mouth. Patrick did as told and forced himself to not vomit at the awful taste. When he was done, Avery set the weapon on a table to the side and walked out of the room.

“Get the remainder of the talking out of your system. Also, I’ll leave that helmet on your pretty little head, because you can view the scene and all the horror and terror involved and witness it in excruciating detail once again. It’ll be great. I’m going to check on the Hawkies and Landy and Crabs. He’s watching them and also Jonny. The second he arrives here at Notre Dame, you’re dead Kanerboo!”

And with that, he slammed the door of the room shut and vanished down the hallway, cackling evilly. Patrick groaned and coughed hoarsely. This was no longer about revenge, this was about Avery having fun and tormenting Patrick. Revenge was long gone.

Sean Avery was a madman, a psychopath and he was going to kill Patrick Kane and Tyler Seguin.

There was no hope at all.

Notes

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Um...woah, wait, what? Yes, it is true...Kanerboo thinks Seggy's a brother he never had!!!! :P
Okay, this is the most demented and worse chapter for this...


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