Together Until We Die...

Chapter 2

Patrick Kane blinked awake. He felt a sharp, stinging pain in his head and realized that he must be bleeding from a cut on his forehead. He slowly lifted his head up. He attempted to bring his hand up to see if he was correct, but he found that he could not move.

He could feel his wrists bound tightly behind his back. He was sitting in some kind of wooden kitchen chair, that he could feel he was tied down to. Patrick's eyes flew open and he gazed around the room, as he took in the surroundings.

The room was small and the walls were worn. The wallpaper was peeling away and the place looked like it was being torn down or in the process of being renovated. The door was wide open and Patrick could hear furious cries coming from the other side.

He was curious to know what was happening. Where was he? Why would someone kidnap Chicago's star forward in Patrick Kane? Where was Jonathan Toews, his beloved roommate, linemate, captain and more-so best friend?

He could pick out some of the argument that was occurring. And someone named "Riny."

"So what are we going to do with them?"

"God only knows if half of Chicago saw our charade! Who knows who could barge into this place! I trusted you all to bring me the two Chicago Blackhawk forwards!"

"And we did!"

"But you don't alert the entire city!"

"We did pull off the abduction heist successfully, didn't we?"

"You're a dumbass, Riny! You were always a dumbass!"

"So what are you going to do to the two superstars?"

"Oh, we'll see. I'm going to go check up on them now. See how they are? See if they've awaken yet?"

Thunderous footsteps sounded, as the lead man stomped into the room. Patrick faked like he hadn't woken up yet. It didn't work, as the man stormed up to him and slapped him hard across the face. Patrick screamed, but found that his scream sounded muffled and faint. He realized that he had been gagged with tape like he had seen Jonathan in the van.

"Time to awaken, sweet, drunken Kanerboo!" the taunting voice sneered into his ear.

Patrick groaned and moved his head up straight. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the eyes of his least favorite hockey player.

Chris Pronger.

The tall goon-ish man was an ex-Flyer. He was no longer a hockey player in the NHL, due to sustaining an injury that forced him to remain out. Not to mention he wasn't exactly young anymore, like he used to be. And he had serious anger management issues!

"So glad you could join us, I hoped you were strong enough not to die from the knockout!" Pronger growled, the corners of his mouth twisting upward, slyly. "I wanted to have a little fun!"