Project Blackhawk (or The Blackhawk Experiment)

Pronger reappeared with Jonathan in the time limbo place created by the evil Flyer’s captain. All around them the blackness seemed to suffocate and close in. Jonathan was freaked out. He continued to struggle in Pronger’s hold, as he was hauled a few feet forward. He was still helplessly bound with the ropes so naturally his struggle was limited.

“Pronger, please stop this! Let me go and let Patrick go! Where is Patrick anyway? What have you done to him?”

“Shut up Blackhawk!” Pronger finally let Jonathan go and banged on the blackness, which sounded more like he was banging on glass. Jonathan was confused. Where the hell was he? Before long the familiar pale white face appeared.

Jonathan gasped. “Patrick!”

Patrick looked pale and ghostly. He looked awful and it didn’t reassure Jonathan any. His blue eyes were stormy and almost gray in color and as they fell on his best friend, they didn’t brighten...

“Kanerboo, look who I brought to see ya!” Pronger exclaimed, and yanked Jonathan up so Patrick could see him.

“Jonny!” Patrick whispered, putting his hand to the glass. He was miserable and...defeated.

Jonathan was horrified. “Let him out Pronger! Come on, this isn’t funny anymore! He doesn’t deserve this. And neither do I! Let us go!!”

“How about no? How about I trap you with him and then we get to the killing? I mean we’re in an alternate timeline, boys. No one knows you are here and no one can help you out or save you! Not even John Tavares!” Pronger cackled.

“John Tavares?” Jonathan questioned.

“Oh yes, he was the one who kindly gave me the time travel device in the first place and then he fought back, so I had Kessel “damage” him. But he’s not a problem anymore. And soon neither will either of you!”

Pronger closed his eyes and shoved Jonathan forward. The brunette fell backward, stumbling somewhere. He screamed, but it faded, until finally Pronger snapped his eyes open. Jonathan was in the protective arms of Patrick, who was holding him. The blond removed the ropes from Jonathan and they hugged each other.

“You think hugging each other will save you,” Pronger sneered, waving a remote control in his hand, purposefully flaunting it in the eyesight of the two forwards. “Think again!” He snapped his fingers and jammed his finger down on one of the controller’s buttons. Patrick vanished from Jonathan’s side. Jonathan panicked and looked around for his friend. The villain pressed another button and Patrick reappeared at another point in the darkness.

“Jonny!” He stepped forward, attempting to return to Jonathan, when Pronger pressed yet another button, this time twice in a row. Suddenly, as though Pronger were like Hades (from - sticking to knowing me - the Disney movie, Hercules), a coil of smoke wrapped around Patrick, halting him in place. It wrapped all around his ankles, legs, arms, elbows and finally the end wrapped around his mouth. He dropped to his knees, his big blue eyes (now back to their natural color) showing his trepidation.

“Pronger stop!” Jonathan screamed. “Let him go!”

Pronger pointed the device in his hand at Jonathan now and waved his hand over the controller and tapped it. Jonathan was instantly rebound in the ropes. He grunted and struggled, like Patrick, while Pronger cackled and once more flaunted his controller at them like a little kid teasing their brother or sister.

“I can do whatever I want here, boys. We’re trapped in time, so get ready, because I have all the power here and you, you are pawns in my scheme and no one can save you!”

“Just let Patrick go, please Pronger don’t do this!” Jonathan begged. “Don’t kill Kaner!”

Pronger shook his head. “It is what must be done. With you two gone, I can enjoy my new world, but I can’t do that with Kazer around!”

“Pronger, don’t!” Jonathan continued.

Pronger ignored him and jammed his finger down on another button. Suddenly things shifted. The darkness shook around them, like a mighty Earthquake. And soon, before they knew it, the three of them were in the center of “the scene of the crime”. They were in the center of the Wachovia Center (or Wells Fargo Center).

Overtime was about to start.

“This is what started all of this in the first place, my sweet Blackhawks and this is where it will end.” Pronger pocketed his controller.

“No! You can’t--what are you going to do?” Jonathan gasped.

Pronger withdrew a pistol and pointed it at Patrick’s head. Not at the bound Patrick Kane, but at the one leaning on the bench with the scraggly beard and the mullet. He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out and hit Patrick directly in the back. The blond fell to the ground, gasping for air.

The bound Patrick elicited a muffled scream of shock.

“NO!!” Jonathan screamed, struggling in the ropes around him helplessly.

Jonathan (on the ice) and a few other Hawks at the bench dropped down to him, screaming at him with worry and agony. Pronger cackled and fired another bullet at that Jonathan, who fell forward onto Patrick’s barely conscious body. He pocketed the pistol now and looked at the captive Patrick and Jonathan.

“I just killed you both. Now, there is no more Kazer and there is no game-winning goal in overtime for you to cheat your way to victory...this is Flyers’ territory.”

Jonathan looked at Patrick and then back at Pronger. “Then why are we still here?”

Suddenly a bright light flashed and Andrew Shaw, Dave Bolland and Brandon Bollig dropped into the scene. They all scrambled to their feet and readied their fists before them. Pronger looked at them, reaching back into his pocket to pull the gun back out.

“Drop the gun, Pronger. This can be done the easy way or the hard way!” Dave snapped.

“Or I can just shoot you three! You’ve become rather troublesome!”

“So you’re going to kill us, like you did with Tavares?!” Brandon questioned with a growl.

Pronger snorted. “Oh, so what, you all can time travel now?”

“Actually, yes, we can. John was right, there’s more time machines out there and we’ve got one of them, but also...the Blackhawks deserved this victory and Patrick didn’t cheat. It was an obvious goal and if anyone cheated, it was you and your team. You’re a sore-puck-stealing loser Chris Pronger and you deserved your future!”

“And you’re incredibly knowledgable? Interesting.”

Jonathan worked the ropes behind Pronger, using the stalling time given to him.

“It’s true and you can’t kill us, Pronger. Because it’s three against one,” Dave called the bluff.

“And Blackhawks always capitalize on three on ones!” Andrew spat.

“While that could be true, I can kill one of you at a time and still be able to win. Or, I can always travel somewhere else. I created this timeline, so I’m in charge here. If I wanted to freeze you all, I could and then I’d be able to kill you, right? Or I can do so much other stuff...”

Dave shrugged. “You could, but you can’t.”

“And how’s that?”

“Cause you’re a dumbass Pronger. You left the pad behind and that’s how we teleported here. Also, in the notes left behind by our own device, one of the primary rules is to never leave your pad behind. And I haven’t. So you can try, but I can escape at the touch of a button as well,” Dave continued to bluff.

“And what about them?” Pronger pointed to the bench, where Patrick and Jonathan were loaded onto a stretcher and carried off the ice. There was blood on the ground and people were shaken.

“The reason they haven’t died yet, is because there is hope. There is still a way to save them!”

“Impossible! This is how they die. I shoot them dead and they fade to nothing. No more Kazer. No more Blackhawks. No more.”

Dave shook his head. “You’re a fool. And I’ll never tell you the truth about how to officially get rid of them. You’ll NEVER kill them Pronger! Just give it up!”

Pronger spun around and grabbed the bound Patrick by his hair and yanked him up to his feet. “You haven’t won.”

At that point, Jonathan managed to snap the ropes off of him and got to his feet. He was glowing...a bright blue color. He stomped toward Pronger and shoved him to the side. “Your Project is over, Pronger. Let Patrick go, now!” Jonathan snapped, hugging Patrick close to him. “You’ve lost.”

Pronger suddenly began to cackle...it was that creepy laughter that villains always pulled out when they knew something really bad. It was the kind that made Jonathan and Patrick shiver with dread. Dave, Brandon and Andrew all came over and joined the two.

But, sure enough, Pronger threw his hands out gave a sharp slashing motion with his hand. “I didn’t leave my pad behind...I don’t need it!” His other hand had somehow kept a hold of Patrick, while the gun had been switched for the remote. His finger was pressed down hard on a button. Then Patrick vanished and so did Pronger.

“NO!” Jonathan screamed. “PATRICK!!”

Dave stomped his foot on the ice, which slowly dissolved back into the blackness. Before long, they were back in the black “room.” Jonathan kicked at the glass surrounding them, throwing a “frustration tantrum.” Before long, he stopped and put his hand out on the glass and leaned against it, defeatedly.

“Patrick,” he sobbed and sniffled. “I have failed you as a friend and as a Captain…I’m so sorry…” He began to cry, as he leaned against the glass.

Dave, Andrew and Brandon all shared a look with each other. They understood the poor man’s pain. They’d lost Patrick Kane again...but this time, things were different. They were trapped in time. Dave knew that the only way out was via their own time pad, but how could they find Patrick with little to go on and within the twelve hours!?

Also, if Pronger had killed them on the ice, why hadn’t they both been killed in the possession of Pronger? Dave had just made the reasoning up, but he wasn’t sure he was right. I mean, the hope was always an excuse in movies, but...this wasn’t a hope situation. And Pronger had Patrick still...so why were Jonathan and Patrick still alive...?

Notes

So from now on, this is pretty much just made up off my mind. I am so far from the original path and outline for this...and just wait for it, I haven't even gotten started yet. There are a ton more surprises with this. This is probably the most unpredictable story yet.
Get ready, cause from now until pretty much the final two/three chapters it is a tension roller coaster!!!! ;)
You're welcome, but I hope you are on the edge of your seat begging to know what happens and you totally should be. XD


Next up: A New Part to Pronger's Plan and Things Get Even More Complex!!