Hawks Are Meant to Fly
Don’t Poke The Blackhawk: Five For Fighting
12 hours earlier,
Jonathan Toews blinks awake, moaning and groaning as he feels his head and realizes that he is bleeding. He looks around, finding himself in the empty parking lot. He is bewildered and then it suddenly hits him.
He scrambles to his feet, still holding his head and acting like he is drunk. But he suppresses the urge to throw up and finds the passenger door wide open and Patrick Kane gone. He spots the Princess crown on the ground and picks it up.
“Peeksy!?” he gasps.
Jonathan spins around looking around the parking lot with hope. But there is no one around. He puts the crown on the seat and slams the door shut in anger. Then he clenches his fist. He knows exactly where Patrick is now. He can take a pretty good stab at the location.
Phil Kessel.
“Kessel!” Jonathan hisses to himself, as he narrows his eyes and furrows his brow.
The Maple Leaf must have found out and knocked him unconscious while he kidnapped Patrick again. Probably for another rape session or something. And the thought just makes the Blackhawk Captain blow up even more. He is boiling inside and wants nothing more than to put his fist into the Toronto forward’s pudgy face.
He forgets the stinging sensation in his head and the nauseating feeling inside of him. He hops into his driver’s seat and zooms out of the Chicago practice facility, heading after Kessel and driving to Toronto.
8 hours later,
Jonathan arrives in Toronto, boiling with fury and slightly blurry eyed, but he has managed to dress his head wound with his emergency first aid kit. He parks on the street, outside of Phil’s house and gets out, slamming the door behind him.
He storms up to the front door and bangs on the front door. “KESSEL!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!”
A few minutes later, the door creaks open and the barrel of a gun slides out through the crease and a shot is immediately released from it with a loud CRACK! The bullet hits Jonathan in the arm and he instantly begins to bleed out. Drops of crimson hitting the cement porch under the centre’s feet.
“Dammit!” Kessel’s deep voice snaps.
“Open the damn door or I swear I’ll break it down!”
“No!”
“You kidnapped Kaner, you son of a bitch AND you RAPED him!”
“So…”
“So, I’m going to pound your face into oblivion!” He rams himself against the door, attempting to open it, ignoring the pain and bleeding going on in his arm.
“I’ll shoot you for trespassing Blackhawk!” Kessel growls behind the door, loading up for another shot.
“Fuck that, me trespassing on your fucking property is nothing compared to what you have done, Kess. First you hit on my teammate, then you touch him inappropriately during a game and make him cry, then you kidnap him, then you fucking rape him and then you threaten him! And I’m the bad guy?” Jonathan slams into the door again, but Kessel keeps it from budging, barring it with his feet.
“It’s his own damn fault for being so sexy!”
“You son of a bitch! Give me your fucking gun, so I can blow your fucking head off your fucking body!”
Kessel slides the barrel out again and takes another shot at the Blackhawk. This time he barely misses getting the brunette man’s ear. He cusses, as Jonathan winds up and slams into the door a third time, this time finally breaking the ice and causing the door to swing open and bang against the wall.
Jonathan stumbles into the house, but catches himself. Kessel has vanished. He glances around, wary of the man having his gun with him and possibly trained on him. He creeps in more and then freezes at once.
A loudly muffled scream echoes toward him. He knows it is Patrick. It sounds so terrified and adorably helpless.
Jonathan snaps his head in the direction and spots a door cracked open at the end of the hall. He is too wound up to think correctly and walks toward the door, down the hallway, which is lined with images of Phil Kessel, as both a Maple Leaf and Bruin.
Pitiful crying greets the Captain’s ears, as he pushes open the door and finds himself looking into Kessel’s sexual bedroom chamber. He spots Patrick bound and gagged on the bed, struggling and crying and then his eyes find a shirtless and sweaty Kessel, who has his gun jammed against Patrick’s head.
“Go on, come in, Captain Serious.”
Jonathan steps inside.
“Close the door, or I’ll shoot his pretty head open,” Kessel spits the order, pressing the barrel deeper against Patrick, making him whimper.
Jonathan does as told, slowly closing the door with his hand. His eyes remain narrowed and trained on the Maple Leaf, who finally lowers the weapon and sets it on the nightstand. He walks over and seizes Jonathan’s wrist.
“That’s right, Jonny Boy, you do as I say, because I have your precious blond princess all tied up and gagged and naked. You don’t want him to die, because you love him so much and he loves you. So here’s what’s going to happen, Toes, I’m going fuck Patrick Kane in front of you!”
“Never!” Jonathan shouts and attempts to punch Kessel, who grabs his fist and slams him against the closed door, pinning him there. Jonathan growls and spits at Kessel. But Kessel knees him in the crotch, before the Blackhawk Captain can kick him.
Phil lets Jonathan drop to the floor in agony. He grabs his arm too, which is still bleeding. The Leaf walks back to the nightstand and grabs his rifle back up. He trains it on Jonathan, who is sprawls on the ground, wincing in pain. His battle look is gone and he looks almost destroyed and defeated, while still managing to glare at Phil.
“Get up Blackhawk!” Phil orders.
Jonathan gradually gets back to his feet, still wincing in pain.
“Pull over that chair and sit down in it.”
Jonathan does so. He drags over the chair from Phil’s desk and sets it in front of the door. Then he sits down in it.
“Good boy, Toes. I might not shoot you dead afterall after this. I might let you live, keeping you in here with Kanerboo.”
“I’d rather be dead. Are you going to threaten me to death or tie me up?!” Jonathan spits.
“Shut the fuck up Jonathan, you worthless Captain. You couldn’t even beat me. You can’t save your lover, your team or yourself. You’re pathetic and weak.”
Phil snatches the duct tape and sets the rifle down, leaning it against the chair, as he binds Jonathan’s wrists together with the adhesive.
“Everyone had high hopes for you at the draft. You may have talent, but you are the WEAKEST Captain around the league. Heck even Landeskog fights someone every know and again and he has glistening hair like a male model!”
“You’re a draft bust. Can’t even win the fucking Cup, Kessel. I have. Two times! AND I won two Gold medals in the Olympics. AND the fucking Selke Trophy.”
“But you can’t fight for your heart. You can’t save the love of your life.”
Jonathan Toews blinks awake, moaning and groaning as he feels his head and realizes that he is bleeding. He looks around, finding himself in the empty parking lot. He is bewildered and then it suddenly hits him.
He scrambles to his feet, still holding his head and acting like he is drunk. But he suppresses the urge to throw up and finds the passenger door wide open and Patrick Kane gone. He spots the Princess crown on the ground and picks it up.
“Peeksy!?” he gasps.
Jonathan spins around looking around the parking lot with hope. But there is no one around. He puts the crown on the seat and slams the door shut in anger. Then he clenches his fist. He knows exactly where Patrick is now. He can take a pretty good stab at the location.
Phil Kessel.
“Kessel!” Jonathan hisses to himself, as he narrows his eyes and furrows his brow.
The Maple Leaf must have found out and knocked him unconscious while he kidnapped Patrick again. Probably for another rape session or something. And the thought just makes the Blackhawk Captain blow up even more. He is boiling inside and wants nothing more than to put his fist into the Toronto forward’s pudgy face.
He forgets the stinging sensation in his head and the nauseating feeling inside of him. He hops into his driver’s seat and zooms out of the Chicago practice facility, heading after Kessel and driving to Toronto.
8 hours later,
Jonathan arrives in Toronto, boiling with fury and slightly blurry eyed, but he has managed to dress his head wound with his emergency first aid kit. He parks on the street, outside of Phil’s house and gets out, slamming the door behind him.
He storms up to the front door and bangs on the front door. “KESSEL!! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!”
A few minutes later, the door creaks open and the barrel of a gun slides out through the crease and a shot is immediately released from it with a loud CRACK! The bullet hits Jonathan in the arm and he instantly begins to bleed out. Drops of crimson hitting the cement porch under the centre’s feet.
“Dammit!” Kessel’s deep voice snaps.
“Open the damn door or I swear I’ll break it down!”
“No!”
“You kidnapped Kaner, you son of a bitch AND you RAPED him!”
“So…”
“So, I’m going to pound your face into oblivion!” He rams himself against the door, attempting to open it, ignoring the pain and bleeding going on in his arm.
“I’ll shoot you for trespassing Blackhawk!” Kessel growls behind the door, loading up for another shot.
“Fuck that, me trespassing on your fucking property is nothing compared to what you have done, Kess. First you hit on my teammate, then you touch him inappropriately during a game and make him cry, then you kidnap him, then you fucking rape him and then you threaten him! And I’m the bad guy?” Jonathan slams into the door again, but Kessel keeps it from budging, barring it with his feet.
“It’s his own damn fault for being so sexy!”
“You son of a bitch! Give me your fucking gun, so I can blow your fucking head off your fucking body!”
Kessel slides the barrel out again and takes another shot at the Blackhawk. This time he barely misses getting the brunette man’s ear. He cusses, as Jonathan winds up and slams into the door a third time, this time finally breaking the ice and causing the door to swing open and bang against the wall.
Jonathan stumbles into the house, but catches himself. Kessel has vanished. He glances around, wary of the man having his gun with him and possibly trained on him. He creeps in more and then freezes at once.
A loudly muffled scream echoes toward him. He knows it is Patrick. It sounds so terrified and adorably helpless.
Jonathan snaps his head in the direction and spots a door cracked open at the end of the hall. He is too wound up to think correctly and walks toward the door, down the hallway, which is lined with images of Phil Kessel, as both a Maple Leaf and Bruin.
Pitiful crying greets the Captain’s ears, as he pushes open the door and finds himself looking into Kessel’s sexual bedroom chamber. He spots Patrick bound and gagged on the bed, struggling and crying and then his eyes find a shirtless and sweaty Kessel, who has his gun jammed against Patrick’s head.
“Go on, come in, Captain Serious.”
Jonathan steps inside.
“Close the door, or I’ll shoot his pretty head open,” Kessel spits the order, pressing the barrel deeper against Patrick, making him whimper.
Jonathan does as told, slowly closing the door with his hand. His eyes remain narrowed and trained on the Maple Leaf, who finally lowers the weapon and sets it on the nightstand. He walks over and seizes Jonathan’s wrist.
“That’s right, Jonny Boy, you do as I say, because I have your precious blond princess all tied up and gagged and naked. You don’t want him to die, because you love him so much and he loves you. So here’s what’s going to happen, Toes, I’m going fuck Patrick Kane in front of you!”
“Never!” Jonathan shouts and attempts to punch Kessel, who grabs his fist and slams him against the closed door, pinning him there. Jonathan growls and spits at Kessel. But Kessel knees him in the crotch, before the Blackhawk Captain can kick him.
Phil lets Jonathan drop to the floor in agony. He grabs his arm too, which is still bleeding. The Leaf walks back to the nightstand and grabs his rifle back up. He trains it on Jonathan, who is sprawls on the ground, wincing in pain. His battle look is gone and he looks almost destroyed and defeated, while still managing to glare at Phil.
“Get up Blackhawk!” Phil orders.
Jonathan gradually gets back to his feet, still wincing in pain.
“Pull over that chair and sit down in it.”
Jonathan does so. He drags over the chair from Phil’s desk and sets it in front of the door. Then he sits down in it.
“Good boy, Toes. I might not shoot you dead afterall after this. I might let you live, keeping you in here with Kanerboo.”
“I’d rather be dead. Are you going to threaten me to death or tie me up?!” Jonathan spits.
“Shut the fuck up Jonathan, you worthless Captain. You couldn’t even beat me. You can’t save your lover, your team or yourself. You’re pathetic and weak.”
Phil snatches the duct tape and sets the rifle down, leaning it against the chair, as he binds Jonathan’s wrists together with the adhesive.
“Everyone had high hopes for you at the draft. You may have talent, but you are the WEAKEST Captain around the league. Heck even Landeskog fights someone every know and again and he has glistening hair like a male model!”
“You’re a draft bust. Can’t even win the fucking Cup, Kessel. I have. Two times! AND I won two Gold medals in the Olympics. AND the fucking Selke Trophy.”
“But you can’t fight for your heart. You can’t save the love of your life.”
Notes
KESSEL SHOT JONNY!!!! 8O
OH BURN!!!! GET OWNED BY TAZER, KESS!!!! HAHA!!
This is going to get hilarious in a little bit...Wait until the next chapter!! :)
Poor Kaner though...and Jonny.
Landy and his gorgeous wavy hair again...
Next up: Jonathan Rescues Patrick!!
Not sexy
2/22/15