Jonathan and Russell’s POV

While Jonathan tried to beat up Avery, who was snickering and enjoying the failure of the Blackhawks Captain, as he tried in vain to land a blow on the evil man, Russell Wilson slowly recovered and he jumped onto Michael Crabtree. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and worked to strangle him. The black man stumbled about, clumsily laughing at the smaller man.

“A little less formal this time, eh Russell?” Crabtree sneered.

“Shut up!” Russell snapped.

“Last time you handcuffed me and sent me to prison!”

“This time, I’m just gonna kill you! Prison’s just too good for ya!”

“You’ll have to do ten times better than your little hockey partner over there!”

“I’ve got the power of the Lord on my side!”

“Oh, I’m shivering now.”

“You should be!” Russell snarled and swung at Crabtree, contacting him in the nose. “You’re in a holy place and His power is blinding in here! You’ve brought evil in here and it won’t last! I’ll beat you senseless and drive the evil from this place...from His place!”

“Shut up, Russell, you kiss ass Christian!!”

Instantly blood gushed forth. It trickled down his lip and into his mouth. He licked it up though and then threw the football player off of him and into the glass wall of the lab room. Russell scrambled back up to his feet and charged at Crabtree, who was busy cackling. The Seahawk rammed into the 49er and sent him stumbling backward, the wind knocked out of him for a brief moment.

Then the Seattle quarterback launched another fist forward and made contact with his arm. He kicked out and hit his shin. Crabtree howled and tackled Russell to the ground. They rolled around, exchanging blows and insults.

Jonathan Toews finally made contact with Sean Avery and it gave him a power surge. He flung Avery into his table of lab equipment. But the man didn’t bruise or stop laughing wickedly.

He instead grabbed Jonathan by his arms and flung him hard against the other wall, past Tyler, who was watching with big scared eyes. He wriggled in his spot, unable to move or go anywhere really thanks to the ropes around him. He was still bleeding heavily and his distressed grunts sounded behind the tape around his red stained mouth. He flinched with discomfort as his bloody arm where Avery had basically skinned him brushed against him and stung like pouring hot water on your hand.

The Blackhawk Captain crashed into the glass wall and crumbled on the ground. He screamed with pain and remained on the ground long enough for Avery to come over and grab his chin in his big fingers. He tilted Jonathan’s head up to look at him, in his cold, dark, villainous eyes.

“Had enough Jonny?”

“NEVER!!” The Chicago centre jerked his head away from the hold and shoved Avery back.

The man growled and before Jonathan could react, the man had a tight hold of him by the collar of his shirt. He cackled. “You’re weak and small! Even if I were your size, I’d still kick the shit out of you.”

“Flatter me, Avery?”

“Because I’m a fighter and you’re not!” He punched Jonathan in the face, bloodying his nose.

The brunette Chicago player spat away the blood and pain and didn’t lose his fierceness or edge. He wasn’t going to let Avery win. He wouldn’t get away with killing his best friend and his closest friend at that. Patrick was like a brother to him. They both grew up with kind and caring siblings around them and it was natural that Patrick played his brotherly role for his sisters, while Jonathan had his older brother, David. “So, didn’t stop David from defeating Goliath or Russell Wilson from kicking Crabtree’s ass!”

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself, sweetheart!”

Jonathan kicked at Avery, hitting his shins and made him let go. Then he mustered all of his strength and pushed Avery backward. But the man soon got the upper hand once more and flipped Jonathan around, pinning him against the glass wall.

In the background, the Blackhawk glimpsed the Seahawk and 49er exit the room, as they both took the brawl out of the room. On the ground, Patrick still lay unconscious. His blond locks only ruffling from the wind of the air.

“Poor Jonny Toes, all he wants to do is avenge his buddies death, but alas he is too weak and unprepared to do so!” Avery mocked.

“Shut up!” Jonathan screamed at the top of his lungs, releasing some of the pent up frustration he had.

Avery was feeding off of him. He grabbed Jonathan’s arms and dragged him out of the room and shoved him to the railing. The Blackhawk’s fire was draining from him. He clutched the railing and looked down for a brief second, before he snapped his head back around and saw the big goon man lumbering toward him. Jonathan gripped tighter to the railing, as Avery stormed up to him and trapped him there. It was dark outside by now, but some bright fire light lit up the western side, where Crabtree was standing moments earlier to spy on the rescue squad.

Jonathan caught a glimpse of Russell battling with Crabtree some feet away. They were exchanging blows with one another. Both had the same wounds, but Russell seemed to be a little bit on the unfair advantage. Their fists had done most of the damage, with bloody lips and noses and scars on the chin and cheeks. The smaller man was holding his own though and putting up a good fight.

Avery ran his fingers roughly through the frightened Blackhawk’s hair. “Jonny, Jonny…” he spoke, hissing like a snake might do.

Jonathan gulped. But he finally let go of the railing and pushed Avery backward, away from him. He kicked and punched once more at him.

And then an idea hit him.


Jamie’s POV

Jamie Benn peered around the column he was behind. He saw Russell and Crabtree battling each other. And then he saw Avery with Jonathan, who looked panic-stricken. The Dallas Captain had planned to help them out at first, but then he thought it wouldn’t do much, so he thought that he would just go save Tyler. Now, as he saw the fear and trepidation in the eyes of the poor Blackhawk Captain, he reconsidered for a second.

He stepped forward, ready to help out, until he saw Avery stumble backward and saw Jonathan bravely swinging and kicking at him. He darted into the room instead. He slowly turned around and spotted Tyler on the ground.

“TYLER!!” Jamie screamed, before throwing his hands over his mouth. He stole a quick look behind him, but the others were locked in their battles.

The Dallas Star bolted toward his friend and dropped down to him. He unraveled the tape from his mouth and head and balled it up. He threw it to the side. Then he took Tyler’s head in his hands and tilted it upward. He gently brushed the poor brunette’s hair out of the way of his forehead. Tyler looked awful though. He was bruised and had a black eye. The bruised were mixed in with all of the blood that had been spilled from him. His face was a combination of black and blue, purple, red, and pale white from the drained blood.

“Tyler,” Jamie sobbed. “Oh my precious bestie.”

“J-J-J-Jamie?” Tyler croaked after a few seconds. One of his eyes opened partly, but the other was swollen shut.

“Yes, Jamie’s here. Oh God, Tyler!” Jamie cried and threw his arms around his barely conscious teammate. “Avery did this to you!! Avery hurt you!”

“Don’t...Don’t be--” Tyler wrenched his head to the side and spat out blood, painfully convulsing in the arms of his friend.

“I-I’ll untie you! I’ve got to!!” Jamie stammered, jerking backward. He untied Tyler’s wrists and unwrapped the adhesive around them. Then he did the same thing with Tyler’s ankles. He balled up the tape and threw it to the side. And tossed the ropes that way as well.

Immediately, Tyler crawled over to where Patrick was though. He dropped down, crying. Jamie crawled over and held Tyler close, comforting him.

“H-H-He didn’t make it-t! Av-Avery, h-he k-k-killed h-h-h-him!”

Jamie dropped her head, respectfully. “I’m sorry.”


Jonathan and Russell’s POV

Jonathan watched with renewed energy as Russell pinned Crabtree to a pillar a ways away. The Blackhawk reared up and shoved Avery back, with a sudden gust of energy. It shocked the goon, but they came within three feet of where Russell was, before Avery resumed his control once more.

“Not so fast, Jonny Boy!”

But Jonathan didn’t care. He spat to the side and held his determination. He had a plan...if only he could get Avery to the specific spot.

Meanwhile, the Seahawk was flipped on his back and pushed against the railing of the bell tower. But he gripped tightly to the bar with one hand and with the other fended off Crabtree, getting slapped and punched in the face left and right by the African American male.

“Come on Russell!” a voice shouted from below. It was Sidney Crosby. He stood in the square, looking up. Behind him, all the Blackhawks and the others were huddled together by the fountain. “You can kick his ass!”

That fueled the Seattle Seahawk big time.

“Pittsburgh Penguin’s Captain?!” Crabtree snarled.

Russell grabbed him though and flung him over the side. He was playing the David character, beating Crabtree, who was playing the Goliath character. The 49er attempted to grab at him or something, but failed and plummeted downward. Russell ran to the railing and leaned over. He smiled and relaxed a bit, when he saw what had happened.

Michael Crabtree was sprawled on the hard cement ground below. He wasn’t moving and Sidney sent up a thumbs up sign to him. He watched the Penguin and the Bruin’s Captain work together to drag Crabtree’s dead body away.

One villain down.

Russell stumbled away and dropped to the side to catch his breath. He was exhausted from the physical battle his body had gone through and he was feeling the bruises and pain, but he shoved it aside, forgetting about it and the flashes of crimson in his eyes.

Suddenly his eyes caught the sight of Jonathan Toews locked in his fight with Sean Avery. Unfortunately, Avery was snickering evilly and had a massive upper hand, despite the centre’s determination and bravery. He threw Jonathan into one of the bells. There was a loud ringing noise that followed, before the ex-hockey player grabbed the Blackhawk and flung him into the brick interior wall of the left bell tower.

Jonathan screamed, but he was hoisted into the air by his neck and lifted over the edge. He dangled in mid-air, struggling and squirming. He clawed at Avery’s hands and sent terrified glances downward. But he was still determined to win.

“It sure is a bummer that this had to end with the death of two Chicago Blackhawk players!” Avery sneered. “It’s even worse that those two were the leaders and the top two players for the team too!”

“Avery, please, don’t! This isn’t fair!” the centerman screamed.

Avery cackled and stepped forward, sending Jonathan out over the edge farther.

“AVERY!!” Jonathan shouted, as the man smirked and started to relax his grip.

“No!” Russell yowled. He pushed himself up and dove for Avery, slamming into him. The goon tumbled forward and over the edge. The Seahawk scrambled to the railing and looked over. Jonathan was gripping onto one of the gargoyles that jutted out from the architecture. The Blackhawk was clutching at it, but slowly losing his grip.

And standing on one of them, was Avery. He was making his way over toward the Blackhawk Captain.

“Hang in there, Jonny!!” Russell called down. “I’ll save you!”

Avery reached out and scooped Jonathan into his arms. Then he climbed up the side with Jonathan, jumping from one jutted out gargoyle to the next. The Blackhawk kicked and screamed, but Avery had a tight grip on his wrist. He halted finally and held him out dangling in the air once more. He’d gotten to a point, where there was no gargoyles or anything to grab onto, just air and death, as he would soon hit the ground.

“FUCK THE BLACKHAWKS!!” Avery snarled and let go of Jonathan’s wrist.

The centerman plummeted downward, screaming with panic. But suddenly, he was snatched out of the air. Russell was clutching one of the railings of the third floor level. He had stuck himself out to a point, where he could safely grab Jonathan. He struggled mightily to pull him back to solid ground, but managed to do so, just as an earsplitting crack sounded, followed by a deafening bellowing scream.

As Russell yanked Jonathan through the opening where he had stuck through, another figure, much bigger fell down and a thunderous thud came next. Russell and Jonathan both peered down and saw a big ex-New York Ranger lying on the ground, unconscious. The evil man’s eyes were closed, but that devilish wicked smirk of his remained.

Sidney Crosby walked forward with Andrew Shaw and Ryan Getzlaf, who were the biggest of the men and the feistiest. They all backed Sidney, as he knelt down and felt for a pulse. He snapped his head up and smiled. He sent a thumb up sign.

Sean Avery was dead.

It was all over. Jonathan Toews and all the Blackhawks were safe. And Michael Crabtree was dead as well. The Blackhawk captain couldn’t help but let out his excitement. He gave off a nervous laughter or the kind that would come after a dangerous happy ending like this.

“Avery’s dead! I-I can’t believe it!” Jonathan expressed. “AVERY’S DEAD!!”

Notes

Awwww, poor Bacon....
Hey look Avery IS dead and so is Crabtree?! What about Jonny though and Kaner??


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