Meeting in a Dark Alley

Jamie Benn kept hearing Tyler’s story in his head. Tyler was fast asleep still and Jamie had called Jordie to watch him. He had some business to take care of. He drove toward the visitor’s hotel furious. And thinking about Zenon fucking and raping his teammate made him even more furious.

It began pouring down rain with lightning and thunder, as he pulled into the closest parking spot and got out. He angrily slammed the door and stormed toward the hotel. He pushed his sleeves up his arm, as he entered the hotel, coming into the lobby. He spotted a group of Sabres checking in, including Tyler Myers, Patrick Kaleta, Zenon Konopka and John Scott.

“Zenon Konopka, you bastard!”

“Oh, ripe, the little bitch told you what happened didn’t he? Did you like how we left him, all weak and tied up?” Zenon sneered, pushing forward.

“Shut the hell up! You raped him! And you don’t do that!”

“Well, tough titties, Benny sweetie, cause I did rape him and it was marvelous!”

Myers, Kaleta and Scott all high-fived him. It was like they were cool kids or bullies. Jamie clenched his fists at his sides. He wasn’t amused obviously.

(Listen to the fire scene music from Lion King II in the background while reading this, it makes it pretty intense.)

“You think I’m just going to let you get away with this, eh?” Jamie snapped.

“Uh, what are you going to do? Beat me up?” Zenon threatened, getting up into Jamie’s face. “I dare you to try it.”

Jamie stood his ground, his eyes flashing with hatred. Zenon laughed and spat at him, still he didn’t move. He remained in his spot. He unclenched his fists and wiped his eyes. Zenon shoved him backward. He stumbled, but maintained his balance and caught himself. He darted forward and launched into a battle with Zenon, who was ready for his attack.

They locked up and Jamie kicked at Zenon, desperate to connect with him and hurt him, but he missed or connected with a weak effort. Myers and Kaleta grabbed Jamie and dragged him back off of Zenon, who brushed himself off.

John Scott came forward and handcuffed Jamie’s wrists in front of him. Jamie struggled and tore himself free at the last minute, before Zenon’s fist made contact with his face. There was a bright flash of light outside, before a clash of booming thunder followed.

Jamie screamed in pain and crashed to the ground. He struggled to push himself up, as Zenon’s hand flashed before his vision and seized him by the collar of his shirt. Jamie blinked back the pain and the numb feeling in his lip and narrowed his eyes. This time he spat at Zenon, who tightened his grip on Jamie’s shirt collar.

Jamie lifted his handcuffed fists and mustered his strength. This wasn’t going to be easy for either of them and he wasn’t going to let Zenon get away with raping Tyler or underestimating the Dallas Stars’ captain. He made contact with the Sabres’ chin, sending him sprawling backward in shock. He let go of Jamie’s shirt and Jamie took advantage of it and scramble to his feet. He instantly kicked at Zenon, unleashing all the pent up fury he had, before Zenon fought through the kicks, grabbed Jamie’s leg and pulled him back down to the ground.

Jamie hit it awkwardly, but continued to go at Zenon, who fought back. Myers and Kaleta launched into action to help out, grabbing Jamie’s arms and pulled him back. They dragged him backward and forced him to kneel between them like a captive going before the king. He glared down a bruised and bloodier Zenon, as the man got to his feet.

“Finished?”

“Hardly. I’ll never be finished with you as long as you are still skating. If the NHL knew who you really were and what you did to Tyler…”

“But they won’t. Instead the worst thing that can happen is a little suspension.”

“Fuck you!” Jamie spat. “Let me go and get these stupid handcuffs off of me!”

“No, no and no. You see, I do what I want and when someone pisses me off, I have to make them learn a lesson. Unfortunately for your little liney, he has to learn things the hard way, cause that’s his style.”

“No, Tyler’s a good kid and he didn’t deserve to be fucking raped by you! And Reilly, he didn’t deserve to go to the hospital and get a concussion. You’re over-reacting and being a goon.”

Zenon kneed Jamie in the chest. “I could fuck you right now, but frankly, I don’t do ugly old long brown-haired men!”

“Sorry to disappoint your type, Zenon.”

“Indeed. So maybe I’ll just kill you on the ice inside! I don’t know maybe Myers will “accidentally” bump into Kaleta, who will “accidentally” knee you in the head and I may or may not slice your throat open with my skate blade as I come to “talk” to Kaleta.”

“You won’t!”

“I would.”

Jamie pulled at the grips on his tired arms. He shook his head. “You won’t!”

“I will!”

Jamie screamed.

“There’s no one here but us five, are really that stupid, Captain?” Zenon sneered, gesturing around him.

“You won’t do anything. I didn’t want to have to resort to my Plan B,” Jamie snarled. “I’m not kidding stay away from Dallas and the Dallas Stars!”

“Or what?” Zenon asked, cocky, putting his hands on his hips. He tossed his head to the side in some signal for Scott, who vanished somewhere.

“Or the Dallas Stars will--” Jamie began to explain, before something was jammed into his mouth cutting him off.

“Sorry, Benny Boy, but looks like you’re done talking!”

“No!” a voice shouted, “you are!!”

Zenon looked up and spotted a group of people standing across the lobby. In the front, Tyler and Reilly stood, looking furious. Jamie spat out whatever had been shoved in his mouth. He looked at Zenon with fury and cold eyes.

“You underestimate me and the Dallas Stars, Zenon. In Dallas, revenge is a dish best served cold!” Jamie snarled.

Reilly and Tyler stepped forward.

“Ah, the little bitch is back for a second round, eh? That’s what you want, right Seggy?” Zenon sneered.

“Not from you, Zenon! But I want to thank you actually, I’ve overcome my fear of meeting you in a dark alley!” Tyler stated.

“Oh, is it?”

“It is. And it’s the same for me too. You can’t scare us anymore,” Reilly remarked.

Zenon smacked Jamie across the face and walked over to Tyler and Reilly, who’d halted halfway across. The remaining Dallas Stars players, including Sergei Gonchar, Alex Chaissan, Val Nichushkin, Stephane Robidas, Trevor Daley, Cody Eakin, and others remained standing behind them, at ready when the signal was given.

“Let’s see how brave you are?”

“Go on,” Tyler snapped. “If I can show my bravery again you, you let Jamie go and every Dallas Star in this room, in this lobby gets to take a free punch at your ass!”

“Fair deal, sweetheart.” Zenon grabbed Tyler’s wrist and led him to the elevator.

“TYLER!! NO!!”

“It’s fine Jamie, I’ve got this!”

“NO!!” Jamie fought the hold on him. “REILLY!! SOMEONE STOP HIM!! STOP THEM!!” He continued to struggle, but it was all in vain.

Reilly blinked and dropped his head. He hoped that Tyler knew what he was doing. And he held his arm out in signal for no one to move or listen to Jamie Benn. Zenon flung Tyler into the elevator and followed him in. The doors closed at once.

“NO!! TYLER!! NO!!” Jamie shrieked.

“Gag him!” Kaleta snarled the order to Scott.

“Don’t you dare!” Reilly growled, as the large goon reached down for the balled up cloth.

“What are you going to do about it, Mr. Concussion?” Myers retorted.

“You want to test that? Don’t you dare gag Jamie!” Reilly snapped back, looking up with a seriously stern look on his face. He wasn’t playing around and if they did, he’d lower his hand and sick Antoine Roussel on them. He knew as well as all the Dallas players that Roussel was itching to get his hands on someone.

Scott left the cloth alone.

“Fine.”

Just then, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Jamie looked at it through watery eyes. There was a brief moment before Zenon emerged from the small space, gripping Tyler by the neck. Jamie opened his mouth ready to say something, as Zenon flung Tyler to the ground. He hit the tile, but crawled away, unfazed and unemotional. He didn’t look hurt.

“Let the Captain go!” Zenon growled. “Scotty, Kal, Myers go to the room. We are done here.”

Kaleta and Myers shoved Jamie to the ground and raced for the elevator with Scott on his tail. Tyler crawled over to Jamie and wrapped his arms around him.

“Get out. You win. Game over, Seguin.”

Zenon turned on his heels and retreated to the elevator as well. He got in and vanished. Reilly darted over, dropping his hand finally. He and Tyler helped Jamie to his feet. They walked out of the hotel with the rest of the Dallas Stars behind them. Reilly joined the others, leaving Jamie and Tyler together.

Tyler unclasped the handcuffs from Jamie’s wrists and they shared a hug.

“How did you do it?” Jamie asked him, still shocked.

“What?” Tyler questioned.

“How did you defeat Zenon? I thought you were--?”

“He underestimated me, Jamie. When I woke up and found Jordie watching over me and demanded him to give me the answer to where you’d gone, I thought about it and I couldn’t let you do this alone. I forced Jamie to take me to get the others and we all came to back you up. Didn’t think he’d handcuff you though?”

“Yeah, his henchmen got me, but I had something going for a while...I’m just glad you are okay!” He smiled at his younger teammate and patted him on the back.

“Let’s go to the rink and get ready to play some hockey,” Tyler stated.

“And to beat those miserable jerks on the ice. We’ll wipe their faces on the ice with our goal horn!” Jamie remarked.

“Yeah!”

They hopped into Jamie’s car and zoomed off, heading to the practice rink, where the others were already there, waiting them. Roussel seemed to be complaining to Garbutt and Eaves about not being able to have his fist drive through a Sabre. But it was okay.

Who knew that a simple meeting in a dark alley would lead to the Dallas Stars’ bravery and end Zenon’s terror reign?

Tyler Seguin had bested his fear and beaten Zenon Konopka!


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THE END!

Notes

The End.
Thanks for reading this interesting little thing. It was supposed to be longer and much more elaborate and actually have a plot, but I couldn't think of anything really, so I just made it this. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and also sorry Tyler.
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