девятка! Devyatka! (I Want It!)

Jamie Benn was lying on the ice in a heap. He was screaming in pain and calling for Tyler. It was heartbreaking to see and hear him being in so much distress. I could see Brad skating away, brushing himself off. Patrice and Reilly confronted him. They weren’t pleased with him and they began to yell at him and scold him.

Brad didn’t seem to care though, I could see his eyes roaming about and finally landing on Tyler. His grin widened and darkened.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Tyler suddenly snapped. But his sudden anger turned to concern and worry. He launched off to Jamie and dropped down to him. “Jamie, Jamie, are you okay? Speak to me Jamie!”

I was close behind him. Sergei and Goose were on their way over. Tyler removed Jamie’s helmet and cradled his head in his lap.

Tyler began to stroke Jamie’s hair, as he remarked, “That son a bitch won’t get away with this.”

I glanced upward at the JumboTron, seeing the highlights of the hit, which I hadn’t seen, but Tyler had caught glimpses of. Brad had definitely committed a slew of illegal acts. He’d boarded Jamie, after tripping/slewfooting him and then elbowed him up high. It looked disgusting and downright sickening. (Especially for Dallas fans to see.)

I dropped down to the ice. “Jamie?”

Jamie was struggling for control over his breathing and over the agony he felt. “Val, I’ll be okay. But you’re going to need to be strong. You have to finish the game.”

I bit my lip and patted him on the shoulder. “I love you daddy Jamie.” I dipped my head.

“Jamie,” I heard Tyler say, before choking up.

Medical personnel was rushed onto the ice and Jamie was carefully moved onto a stretcher. Tyler helped out, gently letting go of Jamie’s head in the process. As he was rushed off the ice and down the tunnel, Tyler dropped his head and started sobbing. I scooted over to him and wrapped my arms around him.

“I love you too daddy Tyler.”

Tyler’s head snapped up and I got see the tears in his eyes as he looked at me. He wrapped his arms around me too. Sergei and Goose let us stay together, but then they helped us both to our skates and over to the bench.

Before we reached the bench, Tyler broke away from Goose and launched himself over to the Bruin bench, where the smug Brad was leaning against the railing.

“YOU ASSHOLE!!” Tyler snarled. “Why did you hurt Jamie?”

“Because I had to. You broke my heart Tyler! So, I broke yours! It was going to be the death of your little Russian prick there, but then after he escaped in Kazakhstan, I thought about it and instead thought of the better idea of targeting your sweet Captain! Doesn’t the pain hurt, Tyler?”

The Dallas Star was frozen in place. He was at a loss for words. The Boston Bruin pushed himself up. Only soft, high-pitched squeaks emitted from the Star forward.

“Truth is, Tyler, after you left, I was miserable. It took me months to get over you leaving, but it only took you a week!”

Brad smacked Tyler across the face with his glove and managed to knock his helmet off in the process. It flew into the hands of Reilly, who was gawking at the scene, unsure of what to do or say. I was watching from the bench, protected by Goose and Sergei. Antoine Roussel was watching with a burning desire to jump over the boards and run to Tyler’s rescue and destroy the Bruin, but he remained. He knew when the moment would be when he was needed and it wasn’t right now.

Tyler stared at Brad. “I suggested we be friends. I wanted us to remain friends. And--”

“But you texted me! And I know it was after you’d hooked up with your Captain! You already had your tongue down his throat, before you even had the thought cross your mind to tell me! You sent me a fucking picture of you two like the bestest of friends!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Brad questioned, scoffing and then snickering. “Oh, it’s too late for that Segs.”

“Please, Marchy, I didn’t mean it.”

“I know that!” Brad smacked Tyler across the face, this time with his hand. “I fucking hate you Tyler!”

Tyler screamed and dropped to the ice on his hands. The building of the Garden was silent. Everyone was watching the scene going down by the Boston bench. It was Tyler VS his Ex. The Star forward snapped his head up and stared up at Brad, who seized Tyler by the collar of his jersey and pulled him close to him.

“Marchy, I-I-I’m sorry...please forgive me and stop holding a grudge. Please,” Tyler begged. “Please.”

Brad rolled his eyes. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You’re weak.”

Tyler began crying his eyes out again. Brad shoved him backward, roughly, releasing his jersey.

“I’m glad you left. I’m glad you broke up with me. And when you least expect it, I’ll murder your ass on the ice.”

“Cause hurting Jamie wasn’t enough for you? Or kidnapping and attempting to kill Val?” Antoine chirped, unable to keep it in anymore.

Tyler spun himself around to look at his teammate. “Rous, please don’t get yourself into this mess. This is between Marchy and I!”

Antoine dipped his head in respect and returned to just glaring at Brad, who was still furious.

Tyler scrambled to his feet and stood facing his Ex. He frowned, mustering the courage to be doing this. Brad was right about him; he was weak. But he was strong when it came to defending the ones he loved. And Brad had hurt him. He’d injured Jamie and kidnapped Val, almost killing him. “What happened to the Marchy that I fell in love with?”

“You fucked him up.”

“Why is it so hard for you not to be just friends with me though?”

“Because I didn’t want to be friends with you. I was in love. My heart and soul was devoted to you and you stomped on it. You mortally wounded me, like you shot an arrow or stabbed a dagger into my chest. That is why. I don’t see you as a friend, but now I don’t see you as a lover either. I’m done with you.”

“Marchy!”

“Go make out with your injured boyfriend and care for your adopted Russian kid! But I’m never letting my grudge go. I will continue to go against you and hurt everything you love,” Brad snarled. He looked up at the bench. “Hear that Russian, watch your back, cause I’ll be coming for you again!”

I sank backward, but Goose halted me and put his arms around me. Tyler was stunned. But he suddenly shoved Brad, who stumbled backward. Brad recovered and punched Tyler in the face, sending him to the ice.

Finally people began to move. Reilly and Patrice grabbed Brad, as he started to kick at Tyler. I wasn’t sure if any of his kicks made contact of if his skate blades had cut Tyler, but he was dragged down the tunnel and into the visitor’s locker room by a hoard of people, who tried to calm him down.

“DEATH TO TYLER PAUL SEGUIN!!” echoed from the tunnel.

Goose and I jumped the boards and came over to where Tyler was sprawled on the ice. He was bleeding from his nose and I could see that Brad’s skate had got him twice on the arm and drew blood. One of them looked deep and it was on his wrist. Goose called to the bench and more medical people streamed out.

The game was called, as tensions were boiling. It would be rescheduled for a later date. But Brad was going to get a game misconduct. So the fiery pest for Boston wouldn’t be able to play in the game period. When Dallas and Boston met up for the rescheduling, he wouldn’t be there and that made me feel better.

However, I had to see my parents. Tyler Seguin and Jamie Benn were both injured thanks to Brad Marchand. I had to go and see them. I felt obligated to.

Everyone filed down the tunnels and the crowd, though disappointed, was pretty shaken, as they left. What had just gone down was something far worse than the Boston-Pittsburgh game. Heck worse than Anaheim-Colorado or the Vancouver brawl led my John Tortorella. Worse than any Montreal-Boston rivalry. And about equal to the Rich Peverley incident.

It was a personal war of the heart.

It was Brad Marchand VS Tyler Seguin.

Notes

Damn Bradley Marchand! You, you need to calm the f down, man! Holy--
Are you feeling feels yet????
It's a strong feeling and fighting Sunday. Kazer fight, Bryler fight, and Kessel raping Kaner...wow...I got problems.
Luckily the other stories are lighter in material. And this hasn't even reached the peak of strange-horribleness yet. Wait until Brad gets really pissed off.


Next up: Marchy spirals more and the end is nearing...who will survive??