The Ice Prince and The Snow Queen

The next day,

Kala Mari had invited Jonathan Toews to the movie set. The Blackhawks had two days of rest inbetween their games and it was refreshing for him to go out and see just what the girl named Kala did. As soon as he reached the set, they met up. Patrick Kane was far from his thoughts and he had nothing to say about it...or him.

Kala led him onto the set. “So, this is where the magic happens. Uh, the actors, including myself, stick to the set and then we’ll have dozens of special ops circling us...that’s cameras, boom mics and that stuff.”

“Wow. This is much more intricate than the Blackhawks TV set we have...it’s just a small thing in a studio...we give fans some small videoes...I wouldn’t say I’m an actor, but I did give a mean Wolverine performance, eh.”

“I saw that...Hockey’s more of your thing, Jonny.”

Jonathan shrugged. “I was better than Kaner!”

Kala laughed. “Awe, be nice to the little blondie. He wasn’t awful. Neither were you, but you both aren’t actors that’s for sure.”

Jonathan playfully frowned at her.

“Wait here, feel free to look around, but I’m gonna go find Dimitri and introduce you two, he’s a huge fan of the Blackhawks and I sort of owe him one.” She left him momentarily to look around, while she went to get Dimitri. She really wanted them to meet, as Dimitri’s favorite hockey player was Jonathan Toews...and also, honestly, the two looked like twins. Maybe he would even get off of her back. At least that’s what she was thinking and hoping.

As soon as she left, Jonathan looked around, rather impressed. This wasn’t a studio set like when the Blackhawks did little fan-video. This was a real movie set from Hollywood. The set looked so real. He walked by the restaurant setting where the two actors’ characters sat at the start of the “kidnapping scene.” He marveled at just how realistic it looked.

Jonathan walked around the restaurant setting and felt a pair of eyes on him, watching him. He spun around and spotted a large man emerge from the shadows.

“Hi there, are you Dimitri?” Jonathan asked. “Where’s Kala?”

The man smirked. “Don’t play dumb Johnny…”

“Uh, do I know you?” the hockey player questioned.

“You’re gonna, pretty boy. Kala’s not here to save you this time, Johnny!”

Jonathan backed up, accidentally knocking over one of the chairs. “Uh, I don’t know you...but you probably shouldn’t provoke me...I’m----!” He was cut off as the large goon seized one of his wrists.

The captain for the Chicago Blackhawks fought back, tapping into his survival mode as though he were fighting on the ice. But he was dangerously unmatched and the goon knew what he was doing. A professional...kidnapper?

“KALA!! This isn’t funny!” Jonathan cried.

“Let’s have some fun Dimitri...or Johnny,” the goon remarked. “Dublin likes to have a little fun, you know.”

Jonathan kicked at Dublin, who overpowered him and pulled him into the shadows. “I’m not Dimitri! My name’s Jonathan Toews! I’m a hockey player!”

“Sure you are...nice try Dimitri!” Dublin snorted with deranged amusement.

“Let’s see just how brave and clever Kayley is.” He dragged Jonathan off the set and into Chicago, heading across one of the many bridges the crossed over the Chicago River in Downtown.

Jonathan continued to fight and occasionally scream, so eventually Dublin clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling him.

They soon entered an abandoned building off the river. Dublin grunted and shoved Jonathan inside. He stepped in and slammed the door shut behind him. Jonathan skidded to a halt in the center of a vast, empty law firm type building. Boards blocked the windows and his only escape was to go through Dublin...but...that wasn’t the best option.

He was trapped.

“I’m not Dimitri. Just let me go and--”

Dublin cackled, cutting him off. “Oh...you really are a player...so fiesty and stupid!”

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the man. “You realize that if you hold me as your hostage, not only will you get in trouble with the law, but also the Blackhawks. Kaner won’t take it lightly that his best friend has been kidnapped. He and the rest of the team will come!”

“Blackhawks? Really Dimitri, you’re still a fan of those miserable excuses. Their captain and his little blond pet are pathetic.”

That hit a nerve. How dare he call Patrick Kane a “blond pet” and pathetic at that?! It made Jonathan furious. He clenched a fist at his side and spat on the ground.

Dublin snapped his fingers and suddenly two other goons emerged from the shadows and grabbed Jonathan’s arms. He was roughly forced into a wooden chair by them. His arms were yanked behind him and bound at the wrists.

“I’m NOT Dimitri!! I’m JONATHAN!” Jonathan screamed.

“Oh, I know that...I’m testing you sweetheart,” Dublin sneered. “I’m a good friend of someone you know all too well actually.”

“Who?” Jonathan grunted, working the ropes around his wrists.

“Me!” a familiar voice greeted, followed by the head of Chris Pronger. “How ya doing Jonny Boy? Last time we saw each other...you humiliated me and called me out.”

Jonathan gulped.

“Dublin’s helping us out. As soon as he heard the actor Dimitri liked the Blackhawks and looked like your twin, he contacted us for help.” Pronger forced Jonathan’s head to look at him, pinching his cheeks together. “This is perfect because it provided me the right cover finally.”

Jonathan heard the familiar distorted laughter of Zac Rinaldo, Pronger’s little minion Flyer. It wasn’t good. And he figured that Patrick wasn’t safe either. His heart began to beat wildly in his chest.

Pronger released Jonathan’s face with a sharp jerk. “Thing is...Patrick Kane’s not here...but he will be soon.”

Jonathan looked at the ex-Flyer with hatred. “You’re not touching a hair on his head!”

“I will, cause you’re ‘a little tied up at the moment’...no, soon Kala, Dimitri and most likely Patrick Kane will come to the rescue and when they do…” He shoved Jonathan’s head to the other side, where Rinaldo was.

In Rinaldo’s hands, he held a crossbow. He inserted a black-tipped arrow in place, smirking wickedly. Jonathan gasped.

“You’re not gonna kill Kaner!”

“We shall see.” Pronger wrapped another coil of ropes around Jonathan’s upper arms, pasting him to the back of the chair.

The Blackhawk captain jerked at the ropes, desperate to get free. “I’ll scream and warn him!”

“No you won’t,” Dublin snarled. “I’m not a dumb villain...you want to know why I was selected for the role? The real reason?”

Jonathan kicked at the ground, trying to get a firm footing and pull a Black Widow-esque type of move. But the tips of his toes barely scraped the beaten ground of the old building. Instead he snapped his head up and glared at Dublin.

“I was selected because of Pronger. He and I are best buds. He helps me get into productions I’m interested in, because...well...he knows blackmail.”

“That’s illegal, Dublin!” Jonathan snapped. “Just like kidnapping and tying someone up! Especially a superstar hockey captain in the NHL!”

“It’s worth it if my friend can kill Patrick!” Dublin snarled.

“NO!”

Pronger draped his arms around Jonathan’s shoulders and nuzzled his head against the brunette’s. “Oh, and Jonny, I know about your love of the little blondie...I’m shocked really. Never thought of you as the ‘blond gay lover’ type!”

“If you’re wanting to kiss me, I don’t do cheating, murderous Flyer goons!”

“I’m not the gay one, Jonny Boy. I won’t kiss you anyway.”

(Okay this is WAY off the original track I had this one following...oh well. Sorry. But not sorry.)

“Just out of curiosity...what makes you think you can get me to shut up and get away with this?” Jonathan dared to ask.

Pronger and Dublin shared a look. Dublin pulled his phone out and passed it to Pronger, who dialed a number on it and then held it out to Jonathan.

“Go ahead and tell blondie where you are!”

“Fuck I will!” Jonathan growled.

The dial tone stopped and a voice spoke. “This is Patrick Kane...who’s this?” Jonathan bit his lip and shook his head. “Hello?” the voice repeated.

“Hi there Kanerboo!” Pronger finally called out.

“Pronger? What are you doing calling me?” Patrick’s voice responded, sounding annoyed.

Jonathan shook his head more. Pronger smiled and said, “Oh, just saying hi...I got someone who wants to say hi actually.” The brunette Blackhawk could picture his best friend making a face similar to when he was asked to make an impression of his goal scoring “celly”.

“Pronger, stop being a mysterious blowhole and just get to the point!”

“Jonathan Toews,” Pronger remarked. “I got him all tied up here.”

“You’re lying.”

Pronger cackled wickedly. “Oh yeah, Rinaldo...make him talk!”

Jonathan bit his lip but yelped as Pronger stabbed him with an arrow. It wasn’t the one in the crossbow...but it was sharp and pointy. It drew blood, which trickled down Jonathan’s neck, where the puncture had been made.

“JONNY!! Pronger, let him go!” Patrick shouted into the phone. His voice was panicked now...no longer snarky. The fear of Jonathan in trouble did that to him.

“You’ll have to come and get him then! Try asking his love interest Kala Mari, she’ll know!”

Jonathan looked a Pronger, pain in his eyes. Then an idea hit him. “KANER, DON’T!!” But Pronger hung up before he could warn him anymore.

Pronger gave the phone back to Dublin, who pocketed it. They faced the stunned Blackhawk. “Clean up the blood Riny and then get into place,” the ex-Flyer ordered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Dublin taunted the Blackhawk, while Pronger retreated behind him. Rinaldo roughly cleaned the blood off of Jonathan’s neck, which stung like crazy.

“Rinaldo, you don’t have to do this...you’re a good player, don’t like Pronger corrupt you!” Jonathan tried.

Rinaldo frowned and spat at him. “I’ll fucking kill Patrick Kane and then you!” With that he gave one last swipe at the wound and then stomped off. He set the bloody cloth on the table and moved out of sight. The only sound was him shuffling into position. He tested and arrow, which whipped past Jonathan’s head, over his shoulder and fell to the ground in front of him. It stuck out of the ground.

“See if he’ll take the hint maybe...let’s see just how smart your friend is, Jonny!” Rinaldo sneered.

“Rinaldo, get that arrow please! You aren’t in charge here and that’s a horrible idea!” Pronger snapped.

Rinaldo groaned but reappeared, snatched up the arrow, taunted Jonathan with it and then returned to his spot, notching it back into the bow. Jonathan could feel the ropes scratching his skin as he continued to work them.

Pronger eventually came back to Jonathan and ruffled his hair a little bit. “Now, you’ll be tempted to scream for Patrick, when he enters...and we can’t have that...so…” He trailed off, rounding Jonathan, holding a necktie in his hands. Jonathan looked at him with unamused disgust. But the villain ignored him and wrapped it around Jonathan’s head, tying it into a nice bow over the Blackhawk’s lips. Then he rounded Jonathan and yanked it into the desired spot, forcing Jonathan’s mouth to open and his lips to form around the bow shape, uncomfortably.

Jonathan moaned at the discomfort and shook his head, but the ‘gag’ didn’t come out. He whimpered with the frustration he felt. He couldn’t believe this! Patrick and Kala would come for him...but...would he really end up getting either of them?

Notes

Yeah, this is where I spiraled from the outline. Oh well. Pronger again, you guys, cause he's awesome. As a villain. ;)