Aspiring

Tyler's Grand Escape

Lillian was dropped off at the rink the next day. She wasted no time whatsoever and darted inside. She called out Fiyero’s name. He was the captain of the team after all, and she thought he would be the best bet. She knew he wouldn’t know her at all, but she had to try. She skidded down a tunnel and gazed down at the rink.

The Eagles were practicing below. Patrick Cleary was leaning against the railing, chatting with Fiyero. Zach Greene and Zilchy and a few others were fooling around and play fighting.

“Fiyero!” Lillian cried out.

He glanced upward. She got a bizarre, puzzled look from the man. “Fans aren’t allowed in here yet?”

“Yeah, yeah, listen, Tyler -- Marchy, yeah he’s in big trouble!”

“Look, I know a lot of the fans here are going to miss him because he might be a Blackhawk and not an Eagle anymore, but--”

“NO!! He’s not going to be either, because he’s been kidnapped!”

That got the leader of the team. He told her that he would meet her in the lobby. She bolted back down the tunnel and to the lobby. And true to his word, Fiyero walked toward her with Patrick at his side.

“So, he’s been kidnapped you say?” the older man questioned, not sounding at all like he believed a word she told him still.

“Yes, it’s partly my fault, but it’s my friends -- or rather, they’re not my friends anymore -- I mean, they once were, but now they aren’t--”

“And your point is?”

“Sydney Crosby and Mikayla Pronger have him and are keeping him hostage. Originally the plan was that I would get him as a present and that I’d be the good guy, and then problems occurred. I cared for him and he was hurting. I tried to help him out and get him out of there, but I couldn’t succeed. We need to get over help him out now!”

“And why should we trust you?!” Patrick spoke.

“Because, I have proof.”

The captain of the Boston College hockey team raised an eyebrow at her. “Proof?”

Lillian nodded. She reached into her pocket and whipped her phone out. She tapped it a few times on the screen and opened up the picture she took of Tyler tied to the bed. She knew it would come in handy some time. Instantly, Fiyero gasped. He spun to Patrick who was gawking at him.

“Okay, okay, where is he?” both men demanded.

“At my friend’s place. I can take you there, but we have to be careful!”

The Boston College Eagle captain looked at her sternly. He wasn’t joking around and he certainly was hooked by the proof the girl had. “Okay. Lead us then. Clears and I will come to help you.”

“That’s all?” Lillian squeaked.

“Your friends are no match against Fi-Fi and I! Trust me,” Patrick replied. “Tyler’s a good kid and he doesn’t deserve whatever your whatever “friends” are doing to him!” He put his hands on his hips and raised his head up high. “We got his back, even if he’s going to be a Blackhawk before me!”

Lillian nodded. The trio left the rink and hopped into Fiyero’s pick-up truck. They zoomed off, following the small woman’s instructions and before twenty minutes had passed, they were at the house. They parked the truck a few houses down in the driveway of a for-sale signed house.

“C’mon, Tyler’s probably in big trouble! If I know Mickey, she’s not going to be light on him!” She motioned with her hands and crept along.