Percival Kane had just snuggled, rather comfortably, or as comfortable as he could get, into the hospital bed. That's when the door creaked open to his room. He attempted to lift up and see who was entering his room. He hadn't talked with anyone or scheduled any visits. Who was it?

Before he could respond, a black bag was thrown over his head. He screamed as he felt himself being unhooked and lifted from the bed. Then he was carried out of the room and eventually dropped into something...a lid slammed shut on him as he wriggled out of the bag and caught sight of where he was.

He was outside, in the trunk of a car. The lid trapped him inside of the small space. He screamed again and punched as best as he could at the lid but he was too weak from being in the bed. Suddenly his head began to pound and agony washed over him.

Percy gave up and clutched his head, wondering in amongst the sharp daggers of pain where he was going? Who was taking him? And most of all...why? Was is a dream? No, he was definitely conscious.

A few more minutes later, the vehicle jerked to a stop and Percy had to brace himself from hitting his head against the corner of the small trunk. he could hear the faint muffled sound of doors slamming shut and then bickering and voices and footsteps.

Suddenly the lid lifted up and a million hands were on him. Three people yanked him from the trunk, while the fourth held it open. Before he could have a chance to take in his surrounding or anything, Percy's head was once again covered by the bag and his arms were yanked behind him.

He felt a foot slam into the back of his knee, forcing him to stumble forward. A deep voice growled, "Walk!" So, Percy walked forward, wherever forward was and was forced into some building or house. The sound of the trunk slamming and the lock of the car, followed by the slamming and locking of a door alerted him just how serious of a situation he was in.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Percy attempted to ask.

He was greeted by no answer and instead shoved into a soft, cushiony chair. Finally the bag was removed. Percy blinked, finding himself in the living room of some fancy Bostonian house. In front of him, a gorgeous blond with piercing yellow eyes sat in another chair. She was petting a professionally groomed bengal cat.

"Welcome Percy Kane," she greeted with a sly smile.

Percy gulped and looked around him. "Where am I and who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"

The woman let the cat jump to the ground before she stood up. She strutted over and looked down at the hockey player. "You're in Boston...and this will all make sense to you. We do not wish to harm you Percy as we are your biggest fans, but the JLBS is not exactly impressed with the league right now..." She trailed off, speaking as she rounded him and the chair, lightly grazing her hand up his arm, over his head and down his other arm as she walked.

"The JLBS?" Percy questioned, narrowing his eyes at her.

"The Justice League of Boston Sports...mainly we focus on the sport of hockey though. And I am the leader, Angelica."

"Well, Angelica, if you all are my fans, why the hell would you think it's okay to abduct me? And especially since you know I have a bloody concussion!" Percy stated, furiously. Two men moved forward and stood at ready, thinking he might attack or try to escape them and he was considering it.

"See, that's the thing, we don't think you have a concussion anymore...we think that you're prime to play! And maybe the organization is just being safe and conscious and idiotic!" Angelica said.

"How are they being idiotic if they are being safe? I suffered a blow to the head thanks to a KO'd punch from Israel Wassmuth...and now I am in recovery mode, if you can't except that...you aren't really fans. You are just a bunch of insane people who kidnapped a hockey player for no reason!"

"Oh, we have a reason Kanerboo!" one of the men sneered at him.

Percy shot him a glare that read, "don't you dare touch me!" He looked back to Angelica the leader. He was seriously thinking, How can this beautiful woman be such a villainous character? She's far too pretty to be a kidnapper or a villain!

"Knowing you'll ask what the reason is, you see, we're a group of avid hockey fans who want nothing more than to see our favorite team win and see our favorite players play and do well. But we think that the NHL and Boston's Management are purposefully keeping you, the superstar goalscorer out, so that the race for the lead in the conference and division isn't so 'easy.' We believe that you are perfectly fine now and ready to return. You aren't 'as badly hurt' as the media tells us. And, well let's just say we're planning to blackmail the Blackhawks staff and the NHL!"

"So you kidnapped me to have them play me once again because my concussion isn't that bad?" Percy questioned.

Angelica smiled and nodded.

"You're sick! All of you are! I don't want any part of this, because believe it or not I'm not fine and you kidnapping me is actually just delaying the process of me returning! I have a concussion and if you want me back sooner instead of later, you'll return me to the hospital!!" Percy snapped.

Angelica nodded to the men beside Percy, who seized his arms at once and pulled them around the back of the chair. One of the guys withdrew a roll of black duct tape and peeled back the end. Percy kicked and struggled, but his wrists were wrapped with the tape and he was stuck in place. He jerked at the back of the chair, grunting with the effort but he only managed to almost knock himself over and tip to the side before being caught and righted by one of the men.

"This is madness!" Percy shouted, continuing to jerk at the chair and get free. "Let me go!"

"Angelica, should I...can I...?" the man with the tape roll began to say, hinting at putting the tape over Percy's mouth.

"No, no...unless it becomes absolutely necessary."

"You can't keep me here!!" Percy howled. He kicked out now, trying to kick Angelica, who stepped back and signaled the guy to tape his legs. Percy kicked at him, making it difficult for the guy to get the tape in place. He ended up connecting his foot with the man's nose, bloodying it.

However the other guy smacked him across the face and then helped his partner out. With the teamwork, one guy pinning his legs together, while the other wrapped the tape around, they managed to get his legs secured together at the ankles and knees.

"Good work boys. Now, Percy, sweety, don't fight back. The more you fight back, the more tempted we'll be to hurt you...and as you know we don't really wanna do that."

Percy spat at her. "What you are doing is illegal and I hope you all are caught and arrested and put away for a long time!"

Angelica wagged a finger at him. "Now, now Percival Kane..."

"You realize how much Crow is going to have a blast chirping me about this?!" Percy complained, settling down and realizing just how helpless and hopeless it was to struggle. He wasn't going anywhere...he knew that.

"We can get rid of him, if you'd like?" Angelica remarked.

"No! No killing, no hurting. God, what are you people?"

"OMG! We're your fans Percy!" one of the other helpers, a smaller woman remarked. She looked ready to burst with excitement. Her green eyes sparkled, standing out against her wavy shoulder-length brown hair.

Beside her another woman with curly brown hair stood, with her arms folded, rolling her eyes. "I'd rather we'd kidnapped the brunette rookie!" she grumbled.

"No!! You're not kidnapping anyone else!! Stay the hell away from Jeremy!" Percy snarled. "You may have me, but don't bet on getting Segs!"

The curly haired woman smirked. "Don't worry, I'm a TRUE fan, I'd never hurt that...that sexy, hot, boyish heartthrob of a hunk! He can put a puck through my five-hole any day!" She broke the tough look and blushed deep red in the face and sighed romantically. "Jeremy Sagan...my dream boy!"

(That is so half of Tyler Seguin's fanbase, don't you deny it Seguinistas!)

Percy shook his head. The females loved Jeremy! It would probably end up catching up to him and getting him in trouble one day. But Percy couldn't help it, Jeremy was just...the normal ladies' man and the sexiest man on the team. He knew it, everyone did. Sure Tyler Marchand and Jonathan Getzlaf and even Brampton Benn had small groups of fan girls. But no one topped the number of girls who swooned over the great Jeremy Sagan.

"Anyway, we're going to keep you here whether you like it or not. You're going to remain tape-bound to the chair and if need be, we won't hesitate to rough you up or tape that mouth of yours shut. Got it?"

"Piss off."

"I take that as an 'okay, Angie', now, I want Cait and Will to remain here and watch Percy. Brad, Andrea and I are going to go make the calls. Got the numbers guys?"

The Jeremy-lover woman nodded, while the eager wavy brunette and tape man stared at Percy. He took it these were Cait and Will. Brad, Andrea and Angelica left, vanishing into the kitchen behind Percy. Percy leaned back into the chair and snapped his head from side-to-side, looking at Will, who smirked wickedly and raised up the roll of tape and then turned to the grinning face of Cait. Both were creeping him out.

"Personal space guys, come on..." Percy choked out. "You guys are making me really uncomfortable and self-conscious right now."

"OMG!" Cait suddenly exclaimed, "You tots have to see my binder for school!"

Okay, how old was she? Percy thought to himself as the woman got up and darted off. He was left with the creepy tape guy.

"Can you put that away please? I get the hint...and I'm totally freaked out man."

Will shook his head and said, "No, I like tape and tying people up. Gives me much pleasure!" He had a deep voice with a slight Italian-Bostonian accent and Percy recognized it as the one who'd ordered him to 'walk' earlier.

"Please put it away!" Percy emphasized.

Will frowned at him. "You're not fun."

Cait returned with her binder and slew of notebooks, which she dropped on the ground. She then held them up one by one. Each had college after college of picture after picture of Percy on them. "It's you Percy!! Cause you're the bestest player!"

Percy gulped and looked up at the ceiling. Cait nuzzled against him with her head. "I have dreams at night, where you and I are getting married!!"

"Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnd, get the hell off of me!" Percy roared.

"Someday, we're going to be together!"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty!!" she exclaimed, twirling a finger in his golden blond hair curls.

"Well, uh...how about you get off, stop touching me and I'll think about it!" Percy stated, turning his head to the side to look at Will. "Goodness sakes man, put the tape away!" He kicked out at the ground, desperately grunting. Luckily his head wasn't throbbing as much and he hadn't noticed any pain. But he was super uncomfortable.

After an hour passed, Angelica returned with Brad and Andrea at her side. She was twirling the phone in her hand. Will looked at her and instantly asked, "Can I use tape yet?"

"No, Will, I vote I take out all my anger on him!" Brad snarled, cracking his knuckles.

"I-I'd much rather you not. How about you...not knock me out or beat me up! Cause I have a damn concussion!!" Percy shrieked.

"Now can I use tape? In villain books and in movies and TV shows, when the hostage continue talking back to authority, he is silenced!" Will remarked, smirking darker. "It way beyond time Percy shut up!"

"Don't you dare put that tape over my mouth!" Percy shouted at him.

Angelica looked at him, as he wriggling in the chair, unable to move much place. His head was pressed against the back of the cushion and his face was screwed up with his vain, yet valiant efforts. "Okay, how about this, while we wait for the reply from the league of the Blackhawks staff, we can each take a turn doing what we want with him for five minutes...just to get all the excitement and urges out of our system! How about that?"

The four nodded, smiling.

"Don't I get a say in this?! Seriously, isn't that considered hurting me...if he," Percy looked to Will, "wants to gag me...or use that tape on me....and if he," He looked at Brad, still cracking his bones, now working on his neck, "wants to beat me up and then whatever you ladies are going to do...?"

Angelica folded her arms. "We won't hurt you...physically...and Brad'll be easy on you. But I like the idea, Will." She nodded to him.

Will eagerly pulled the end of the tape back and tore off a rectangular piece.

"Oh, hell no! Come on man, don't--!" Will slapped the tape over his mouth, letting out an 'ah, yeah' as left his hand cupped over Percy's mouth.

Percy just stared at him and muffled, "Really?"

"Are you happy now Will?"

"Very!" Will slid his hand away.

Cait instantly launched a hand up and she began to smooth it into place with her fingers. She continued dragging her fingers across his taped lips, loving and enjoying the feeling. "Another fantasy dream of mine coming true."

Andrea rolled her eyes. She and Angelica paid attention to the phone, while Will tore off more pieces of tape, slapping them in place over his mouth and making sure that the first piece didn't come off. He would let out an 'ah, yeah' each time. Cait would then smooth them into place and caress his face with her fingers, much to his discomfort and displeasure. When the two had enough and were satisfied, Brad took over and began to rough Percy up, smacking him and pulling his hair.

Finally the phone rang and everyone left Percy alone. There was an intense conversation with the Blackhawks staff first and then the NHL and then General Manager Teemu Selanne and Coach Julian Kucherov.

Basically from what Percy could hear, everyone wasn't too happy about Percy's disappearance or kidnapping. But they also sounded willing and patient. Percy would be found and saved and he'd continue in recovery. And the group was scolded not to harm him. Angelica wasn't too happy to be getting nowhere and she hung up.

For the next few hours it was intense silence. For the next few days, Percy was subjected to Cait and Will's punishments. How much longer would he have to wait? Where were his friends? Someone anyone to come find him, save him and get him back to the hospital. He began to fear and panic settled in.

As it settled in, Angelica began to get more lax and it seemed as though Percy was theirs and there to stay. And he'd be stuck with Cait and the tape-obsessed Will.

At one point, Cait had left a window open and Percy was left alone without the tape on. He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping a neighbor might hear him, but none came. Instead Will came, slammed the window shut and jammed a rolled up sock into his mouth, before... you guessed it... applying more tape to keep the object in place.

By the end of the fourth day, Percy had lost hope and his fight and he was feeling woozy and not too good. His head was beginning to hurt, feeling like shards of glass were jabbing into his brain. He tried to reason, but when he did Will would gag him.

Finally, on the sixth day the pain was too much, he screamed in agony and finally the group began to realize that wasn't alright. At that moment, all hostility was lost and now the kidnappers were panicking.

"We have to get him to the hospital!" Cait exclaimed. "He could die!"

"We can't, because we'll get caught and the plan will never work! The plan was to kidnap him and hold him hostage until the people agreed to put him back on the ice with the team! Because he was FINE!!" Angelica screamed at her.

"Well he's not fine Angie!! Look at him!"

"Maybe tape will help??" Will suggested before he was yelled at with a bunch of 'no's.

And that's when Percival Kane lost consciousness and fell into a deep coma.