Resurrection and Revenge

Michael Crabtree watched as the bizarre brunette man bolted away from him. The ex-football player had to raise an eyebrow at him. Then he eventually shook his head and shrugged. He continued up to the front, going to the middle arch and entered the Notre Dame via a key. He then walked into the room where all the Blackhawks and the Avalanche Captain were. He stood in the doorway, grinning wickedly.

“I see Landeskog is still sleepy...didn’t think he’d be unconscious this whole time.”

“No dip he’s unresponsive! You fucking gagged him with a chloroform cloth!” Andrew snapped. “What the hell do you want with us?”

“What have you done with Tyler?” Ben Smith asked.

“Yeah!” all of the other Blackhawks agreed.

“It’s none of your business! Just know he’s with Kanerboo and Avery’s got him. Surely you all saw the goon drag him away. Quite a feisty boy, if you ask me.”

“Who wouldn’t be feisty in the grip of a madman like Avery?” Brent Seabrook snapped.

“Careful Seabsie, you might mess up that silky smooth hair of yours!” Patrick Sharp teased.

They were placed back-to-back. Brent leaned back and “shoved” Patrick in response.

“If you all don’t keep quiet, you’ll join Landy there. I suggest you shut up, otherwise I’ll let Avery know and Chicago might go down a man, eh?” Crabtree growled. He stepped back out of the room and slammed the door shut once more.

He walked around, through the halls and weaved through the pues to get to a spiral staircase in the middle of the church. He climbed the stairs and got to the fourth floor, where Avery was stationed. He headed left, toward the western front side of the Cathedral. He stopped a few meters from where the walkway was to gaze down on the view out front.

He entered the room there, peering in on what Avery was doing. He saw Patrick Kane strapped down to the dentist chair and Tyler Seguin was kneeling on the ground, bleeding everywhere. His head was hung low and he didn’t even dare to lift it. There was a pile of blood under where his head hovered over, before him.

“What’s up Crabs? Any sign of Tazer? Or Dangeruss or a rescue group?”

“Not yet. Almost ran into this tourist guy, but nothing yet. The guy seemed freaked out by me, but hey maybe he’s just easily freaked out or something!” Crabtree reported with a chuckle.

“Yeah.”

“He must’ve miss puberty...haha!”

“Hey, Kanerboo, you hear that, sweetheart? I don’t think Tazer’s coming for you.”

“He is! He’ll save me and kick your pathetic goon ass, Avery! And angry Jonny is never someone to play around with! Trust me,” Patrick insisted.

“Trust you? Trust YOU? Ya hear that Crabs, Princess Kanerboo thinks Jonny Toes can actually win against me! Ha! That’s funny, you’re funny Patrick,” Avery came and stood behind the blond’s head. He slapped a gloved hand over his mouth, so that he wouldn’t speak or make any more noise. With his other hand, he caressed Patrick’s exposed neck, making him shiver and whimper with fright.

Crabtree watched him, smugly grinning with amusement at the innuendo involved with the ex-hockey player’s actions. “What do you want me to do, Avery?”

“Keep a look out for them. I have a feeling that the run in wasn’t random. Must be a little spy for the Blackhawk Captain. If they are spying on us…”

“Spy on them?” the ex-football player for the 49ers questioned.

“Exactly Crabs. Spy on them and when you see them let me know. But I have a strong feeling that they are here! They’ve got to be! But they’ll be too late!” He slid his hand away from the winger’s mouth and patted his dirty and bruised cheek.

“No, they won’t!” Patrick bravely spat back. “I’m so done being scared of you. You have tried your best to break me, but all you’ve done is scare me and maybe make me a little petrified...but not broken! You’ll NEVER break me!” His blue eyes glowed with a fierce fire in the depths and he didn’t falter.

“Watch your mouth! I’ll kill Tyler!”

“You won’t….you need him alive! I know you don’t have it in you!”

“Watch me!” Avery walked around to the side and kicked Tyler in the ribs. The poor Dallas player cringed and jerked forward.

“STOP!!” Patrick shouted. “Stop hurting him, for something that I did! You hurting him won’t break me -- it does absolutely nothing!!”

“And you think this because…?”

“Because it hasn’t worked! I’ll fight you until my last breath. I’m not scared of you anymore, Avery. The only way to end this is to kill me!”

“No, no...it’s to kill your loving brother!”

“It isn’t!”

“Crabs, go spy on the front area, I’m going to make Tyler bleed some more!” Avery snatched his knife up and brought it across Tyler’s arm, shaving a piece of skin of him. It made the forward scream in agony, but he couldn’t do anything about it, with his arms bound behind his back.

“TYLER!! NO!!” Patrick screamed, as Crabtree shut the door behind him.


A few hours later, after Patrick had been punished for his outburst, - Crabtree was sure - he stood, looking down from the walkway of the Notre Dame. He spotted all the hockey players who had come for the rescue mission. He smirked to himself and cackled, seeing two of the players duck behind a dumpster and another two act like they were normal people.

Then he noticed the leader of the Dallas Stars, Chicago Blackhawks, and the mischievous Seahawk. They came up to the Notre Dame and vanished around the side. But the sight was enough. It was time to alert Avery and let him know.

Fun time was over, Avery had to get ready for the arrival of the brave Jonathan Toews.

He turned and walked into the church and headed down the hall to the room, where the evil man was. He opened the door and peered in. He saw Avery hovered over a bloody Tyler Seguin, who was whimpering and begging.

“Crabs?” Avery growled, as he cupped a hand over Tyler’s bloody mouth.

“The Blackhawk Captain and his little buddies are here!” Crabtree reported.

“Why don’t you get in place then Crabs? I’ll get these two ready as well,” Avery snarled, pinching Tyler’s cheeks with his fingers.

“You got it, Avery!” Crabtree exclaimed. He ducked back out and closed the door. He walked across the hallway and hid behind a pillar. He watched and listened for the rescue duo, as they appeared. He watched as Jonathan reached for the handle.

The 49er found a chunk of wood, leaning against the pillar and he crept out. He clobbered Russell over the head with it and then jumped Jonathan, before he could open the door.

“Nosy Blackhawk and Seahawk, it’s good to see you again. But little sheep should not stray away from the herd. There are wolves about. Luckily, you’re just in time for the show anyway Toes.”

“It’s Toews!”

“Whatever.”

He shoved the door open and dragged Jonathan inside. Avery had flung Tyler Seguin - who was once more gagged with tape and extremely bloody - to the side, finished with him and he had a syringe in his hand and had it pressed against Patrick’s neck, it wasn’t inserted yet, but it was one muscular push away from breaking into the skin there.

Sean Avery cackled deeply. “I do hope you don’t have needlephobia, blondie.”

Notes

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