Aspiring

The Kidnapping of Tyler Marchand

Tyler Marchand gathered his hockey equipment and his bag into his hands. He headed for the door, bidding farewell to his teammates and friends. He was off to talk to the people in Boston today. The Boston Blackhawks were looking forward to signing him as a free agent. And he was looking forward to of course being a big part of the NHL. It was his lifelong dream.

“See ya later, Mils, Clears, Greenie and Zilchy!” He shouted. “Hopefully, I get some big contract. Ha-ha!”

“I highly doubt you’ll get something big, Marchy. But you’ll probably be able to get SOMEthing. And I’m sure they will love you and sign you. Good luck though!” Fiyero Milan, the Boston College captain, stated.

“You’re probably right, thanks.”

Tyler walked out, leaving the room and his BC teammates behind. He walked outside, stepping into the rather cool Springtime air. A fresh breeze blew at him, as he lifted his head up. He headed to his car, wearing a huge smile. He couldn’t believe that he had a ninety percent chance of being on an NHL team! And it was even better, cause it was the Boston Blackhawks. He was going to be a Blackhawk!!

“I can’t believe this! I’m going to be a Blackhawk! A BOSTON BLACKHAWK!!” Tyler exclaimed, as he passed through the short pathway that led to his car. He past a line of trimmed and well-kept bushes.

“No, you’re not!!” He was suddenly jumped from behind. A burlap bag was thrown over his head and it made him yelp in shock. Before he could react or retaliate, his arms were grabbed and rapidly tied in place.

“Make sure you tie him up right! If he escapes it on you Mickey!” a female’s harsh tone sounded.

“I’ve got this!” a response came.

Tyler felt the ropes being looped around in a puzzling pattern before the knot was finally pulled tightly, securing his arms behind him and his wrists together. He shook, attempting to throw off the assailants, who he was pretty sure were a couple of crazy Marchandistas of his. That, or his teammates sure knew how to pull a prank and disguise their voices well.

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, as he was slammed against a solid object. He was pretty sure that this was a car in the lot. The ropes were beginning to cut off his circulation and scratch his tender skin. He didn’t like the uncomfortable feeling. “If you want me to sign something for you I will, but you don’t have to kidnap me!”

“Nah, we’re going to teach you a lesson about being a pretty boy!” a voice sounded, close to where his ear was.

He felt two pairs of hands grab onto his arms and yank him backward. He grunted in distress, as he tried to work the ropes holding his arms hostage. “Come on, what’s this about ladies?”

“Walk!” The first female’s voice commanded.

They forced him forward, half dragging him across the parking lot toward a black Charger. He fought with them, jerking back and forth and trying to slip free. He could not be kidnapped today! He had to get to the TD Garden in downtown Boston. He had to talk to the Blackhawks about his future with them...which he desperately wanted. Now was not the day or time to be kidnapped by crazy Marchandistas!

“Listen, I have an important meeting in downtown Boston with the Blackhawks. I have to be there or I won’t be on the team. Don’t you crazy fangirls want that?” Tyler tried.

“Shut up or we’ll make you!” the one known as “Mickey” snarled.

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

“Yes we can. We have you all tied up and there’s nothing you can do about it Tyler Marchand. Besides, you are an early Birthday present for a very special girl!” the first one retorted with a sly scoffing tone.