Fairgrounds in Nashville, Tennessee,

While Tyler Seguin is at the Bieber concert in Russia, Gallagher, Ovechkin and Backstrom arrive before a giant warehouse building with their two hostages. Ovechkin and Backstrom shove the still struggling Val inside, while Gallagher carries the still unconscious and bruised Vladdy in.

Upon entering, they find themselves in a place that looks very similar to the Ministry of Magic from Harry Potter. Except there are no people, just them. The walls are a dim dark blue color and if one were to shout out, it was echo back.

Val glances up, noticing the darkness clouding out his vision of any ceiling and the room appeared to be huge in area and never-ending. It was like they were trapped in time and not a building.

Ovechkin and Backstrom shove Val to the ground and then nod to Gallagher, who smirks and walks off, vanishing into the shadows to the left side with Vladdy. The two then turn to Val, who is worriedly looking in the direction where the Lightning player had disappeared too. He is so distracted and out of it, he doesn't even feel that the cloth has been removed from his head.

"No need to worry about him, Valeri. Worry moreso about yourself," Ovechkin snarls, his voice echoing around Val, freaking him out more.

"What you do to him? Чем ты планируешь заняться? Моя сестра найдет меня снова! Что вы должны доказать? (What are you going to do? My sister will find me again! What do you have to prove?)"

"Bite your tongue Nichushkin. Besides, we're in America, speak English. No more Russian for you."

"Проваливай!! (Piss off!)" Val snaps.

"You're not in a place to talk back to me, Val. Besides, I want your sister to come. Backstrom, here, had another lovely vision. Remember the moose? You see MacKinnon is going to be coming with her...with them...and when he does, Guzzler's gonna show up and take control and command him to trample and kill your sister and Geno in the process. I really don't like that Malkin guy."

"You insane!" Val snaps, working the ropes behind him, restraining his hands.

"You can't stop the future. And after the moose kills them, it's gonna turn on you! And while that's all happening, Gally will dispose of the pesky Lightning, cause I honestly feel threatened by them as a Washington Capital!" Ovechkin states.

"You won't get away with this!" Val shouts. "You can't kill my sister! You underestimate--" The cloth that had been wrapped around his head earlier is stuffed into his mouth. He muffles the rest of his sentence in displeasure as the cloth is held in place by Backstrom, so he can't spit out.

"You underestimate me, Valeri. How is it that I continue to capture you? I thought you were a hero. I thought you didn't need help being saved? And yet, here you are, vulnerable and tied up and in my clutches, unable to escape...and dare I add 'again' to that," Ovechkin growls, before breaking out into evil laughter.

Val grunts and shakes his head, trying to get the cloth out, but fails to do so.

"Anyway, right about now your friends are realizing and finding out that you are missing... and the cute little Bolts are finding out about their chaotic friend. Soon they will be on their way here to rescue you. So, let's get ready for them...Backstrom, take him and trap him in the cage to get him ready, I'm gonna check on Gally's progress. I'm interested in his 'box game' he has planned."

Backstrom nods and removes the cloth and drags Val over to the side of the room, next to the shadows, opposite where Gallagher had taken Vladdy. He opens up a glass cage and shoves Val inside, leaving his wrists bound behind his back. Then he laughs and slams the door shut, trapping Val in the 'glass encasement.'

Ovechkin joins in the snickering, watching in amusement as Val screams and they hear nothing. He then walks forward and says, "Valeri, no need to yell, no one can hear you. This is a specially designed chamber. It allows me and others on the outside to communicate, but you cannot. In other words, you can hear me but I can't hear you...and neither will your friends, until I want them to!"

Val mouths, "Пошел ты! (Screw you!)"

Ovechkin laughs. "I can read lips well, Valeri. Пошел ты too!" With that he spins on his heels and cackles to himself. "Yes, come and save your precious, nosy archer and the King of Chaos, Hockey Avengers! Ha-ha! It's time to end this war!"

Meanwhile, Brendan Gallagher carries Vladdy Namestnikov into another room that resembles a huge black box theatre. There are already twelve boxes in a circle in the center of the dimly-lit room. A single light, somewhere hanging from the ceiling, illuminates the boxes and a little area around them.

The Montreal villain dumps Vladdy's unconscious body in the center of the boxes and then handcuffs his wrists together, tightening the cuffs as best as he can. Then he burns the key in the palm of his hand.

As soon as the key vanishes, he puts his hand on Vladdy's shoulder and ignites it on fire, instantly burning Vladdy's exposed skin on his upper arms. The young Lightning forward jerks awake at once with a scream.

"Dammit! That hurts! Oh, crap!" Vladdy screams, before he realizes he's looking into the dark, cold eyes of the Montreal Canadien, who smirks at him.

"Hello Vladislav, welcome back to the real world. I'm not sorry about the rude awakening, it was necessary to hurt you, given it won't matter much in a little bit," Gallagher says, continuing to smirk.

Vladdy looks at him worriedly. "Where am I?"

Gallagher laughs more, amused by Vladdy's fear. "Your death, I could say, but let's just give you a real answer...you're in Nashville, Tennessee. And you are in a warehouse, specifically designed and chosen by Ryan Kesler."

"So Kesler IS still alive?! I thought Tyler--" Vladdy begins to gasp.

Gallagher cuts him off, snarling, "Tyler lost the battle, Vladdy. Kesler, who is Guzzler, has been disguised as Tyler the whole time! Val knew too much and you grew to too. You both know way too much, but luckily that spy kid is long gone in Russia by now. Kesler wiped his memory clean, so he'll either rot away in the theatre or escape and stay in Russia, falling in love with a nice Russian girl."

"I thought something was off about him..." Vladdy grunts.

"And he noticed it too. Turns out, you should watch who you show your awkward moments too...and share stories. Your friends may not always be your friends...or who you think they are..." Gallagher snickers to himself.

"You already killed my father and my best friend, what more revenge do you want?" Vladdy chokes out. "I'm sorry. I tried to apologize...and I know nothing good will come of this. Nothing's going to bring Nolan back, Gally. Please, don't do this."

Gallagher steps back and throws his hands to the sides, igniting them. "Don't tell me what to do, Vladislav! Killing you is my goal! I've never been able to, because you used to be brave and your powers are nothing compared to mine. Also, that defensemen of yours doesn't help out, when he saves you. But no one is here to save you this time. And I've got a nice little game for your friends. One I'll most certainly win. And after I kill you, I'll turn and kill the rest of your friends."

"It won't bring your brother back, Gally!" Vladdy shouts.

"I thought I told you to SHUT UP AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO?!" Gallagher snaps, throwing a ball of fire at the ground to the side of Vladdy, making him jump in place and finally realize that he is handcuffed. "The next time that'll go to your head and you'll be dead!"

Vladdy tries to get his hands free and Gallagher dissolves the fire and snickers at the action. "What the--get these off of me?!"

"Why? So you can 'wreak chaos'? Look, I know you hate being held hostage, but come on, you're frickin' adorable helpless like that."

"LET ME GO!" Vladdy wails.

"Let's have some fun, eh Vladislav?" Gallagher snarls. "Here's the scoop, I'm gonna place you in a box...in one of these boxes. The trick is, I'm gonna make it so that you cannot get out of the box. When your little friends come, they're going to have three tries to guess the correct box. Knowing the bickering that will come from it, plus the added pressure, I don't think they'll be able to guess. Each time they get it wrong, I'll smash two boxes and on the third strike, I'll smash the rest, killing you in the process."

The Montreal player smirks wickedly.

Vladdy gulps.

Gallagher starts forward and snatches Vladdy's cuffed wrists and yanks him up and over to one of the boxes. Vladdy screams and tries to pull free in a desperation attempt, fear and panic clouding his mind.

He is ultimately shoved into the box and then joined by Gallagher, who roughly lifts his arms up and hooks the chain between the cuffs to a metal hook attached to the ceiling of the wooden crate. Vladdy tries to get free, pulling at it, but finds his arms straining to numbness from the effort and he eventually stops and gives up.

Gallagher then tapes his mouth shut and steps back, slamming the door closed. "Try to get free from that, ha-ha!"

Vladdy's muffled screaming and grunting comes from inside and the Montreal Canadien snickers with amusement, enjoying himself.

"King of Chaos...ha!" Gallagher snickers. "More like King of Distress, a Disney Princess, a helpless little danger-prone child!" He laughs more and walks to the center of the circle of boxes, stepping out of sight from the grand entrance to the room. "Let's wreak some real havoc!"