Resurrection and Revenge

Crabtree, Avery and Patrick walked back out of the prison. Avery was careful about still having them escape with their prize. The two made it to a car, which apparently Avery had stolen or carjacked. He shoved Patrick into the ex-football player’s arms and they jumped in and sped off at once, not dillying or dallying.

“How did you--?” Crabtree started, as the locks clicked into place.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH AVERY!! LET ME GO!!” Patrick screamed, becoming difficult and fighting against Crabtree’s grip on his wrist.

Avery glanced into the rearview mirror, shaking his head. “Hang on, Crabs, would you tie Kanerboo up and gag him? Then I’ll gladly talk to you.” He reached over and snatched up a coil of rope, tossing it backward.

Patrick was desperately pulling at the door handle. Crabtree hauled him back, grabbing his arms and wrenching them behind him. He rapidly and rather smoothly wrapped the coil around his wrists in a “figure 8” motion. Patrick screamed and struggled, but then the ex-football player for the 49ers received more items.

Now he bound another rope around Patrick’s ankles, repeating the same “figure 8” knot-tying maneuver. Then he took the last coil of rope and wrapped that around the struggling Blackhawk’s upper arms and chest. And as an added measure, he strapped the seatbelt over him, so that he remained in place.

Crabtree reached up and pinched the hockey player’s cheek like a baby. “Come now, Kanerboo,” the man taunted. Man, did it feel so good to say those words again!

“STOP!!”

Tears were coming to Patrick’s eyes, as the African American paused to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he snatched up the necktie and a roll of tape (which was the same roll of black from before...Avery had kept it in the warehouse).

“Please,” the Blackhawk begged. “Please, don’t do this…”

“Kanerboo, that’s not going to work sweetie. Just open your mouth and allow Crabs to gag you!”

Patrick bit his lip and shook his head, making an “mmm uhmm” sound.

Avery banged his fist against the steering wheel in fury. “Dammit, Patrick, don’t be difficult! Open your fucking mouth! Otherwise I’ll pull this car over and force you two...and you won’t like it!”

Patrick gulped and did as told. He lowered his jaw and allowed Crabtree to move in. The man slid over closer to him and raised his hands up with the silky tie material. Crabtree ignored the pathetic attempt at the blond man’s pleas to him, with an amused snort of derision. Then he took the necktie and tied it securely in place around the winger’s head, fitting it firmly in place in his mouth.

“Good boy, Kanerboo. Now close your pretty lips and keep ‘em shut, while Crabs applies the tape. And don’t you dare put up a fight…” Avery made sure to have Patrick in his line of vision, as he did a “slit throat” motion with one hand across his neck.

Whimpering, the star winger again did as told from the threat. As uncomfortable as it felt, he forced his lips together. He watched as the African American roughly wiped away his tears and dried the area around the forward’s mouth with a towel. And then he ripped off a nice rectangular length of tape and smooth it in place over the poor Blackhawk’s lips and cheeks. He tore off two more rectangles and placed them over his mouth as well, making sure the main one stayed in place.

“Ah, much better.” Avery sighed.

Crabtree dropped the roll back in the passenger seat and slid over to watch Patrick, as he put on a pathetic show of struggling. Avery glanced into the rearview mirror and smirked.

“Poor baby Blackhawk.”

“Avery, so how did you survive?”

“Right, well, I wanted to act as if I had drowned...but little does anyone know, Kanerboo, I can hold my breath for quite a while. So I did that and managed to swim under the bridge. I just hang out there, until the commotion died down. Then I crawled up the bank and stripped to my boxers, because I wanted to throw those egg-headed authorities off. I tossed the clothes into the river and laughed when I heard that the stupid police of the CPD concluded “my body had floated down the river”...what dumbasses!” He began to snicker.

“What about someone recognizing you?”

“I bought a gun and no one really bothered me. I thought about barging into Tazer’s house and killing him on site, but then I thought about capturing our sweet little Princess, here and having there be another chase. I REALLY want it to be close this time, but the difference will be that Tazer’s going to be TOO late. As soon as the dickhead captain finds us, I’m going to put an end to the man known as Patrick Kane!”

Patrick made a shrill scream before making a disturbing coughing noise. He was not pleased at all and it made Avery and Crabtree laugh.

“So the Blood Brothers are back?”

“You bet Kanerboo’s sweet gagged mouth that we’re back!”

“Ha-ha!” The African American reached over and seized Patrick’s partially taped chin in his fingers and played around with his head, having full control. However, the poor man muffled pitiful cries, desperate to get free.

He needed Jonathan to find out and fast! He needed his heroic best friend to come to his rescue once again! It was up to Jonathan Toews to save the Chicago Blackhawks...again!

Notes

Poor baby Blackhawk Kanerboo... 8(((( What are these feelings I feel??

Next up: Jonny finds out and is horrified and pissed off... :(