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Ten Shades of Gray; B067 Start --- Private Thread
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 02:05 PM (9,365 Views)
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((B050 - Start))

Kronwall has a penalty shot here folks. This entire XCEL Energy Center is on their feet as #55 for the Wild stands at centre ice. This is the moment that kids dream about from the time they first lace up their skates. Niklas Kronwall has a penalty shot, in overtime, in Game 7, to win the Stanley Cup. The referee has indicated that they are ready for the shot, and here we go. Kronwall, Game 7, for the win. He picks up the puck at centre, coming across the blueline with speed, Kronwall in, he dekes, he shoots, he--

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The sound of a gunshot cause Nik to sit straight up in a panic. Breathing heavily his eyes searched all around for the source but found nothing. His view was impeded by a large house. It appeared as though he was placed in the backyard with a duffle-bag next to him. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to remember how he arrived at this strange location. This was not the campground, that much he could figure out.

"What the hell is going on? Is this some weird t.v. show?" Nik muttered in his native Swedish tongue.

Slowly Nik rose to his feet. He was still mindful of keeping an eye out for a possible gunman. Figuring his best bet was to seek cover, just in case, Nik made his way to the back door of the house. Luckily the door was unlocked, so Nik made his way inside.

"Hello?" He said cautiously.

He received no answer, which he took as a chance to open up his dufflebag and find out what was going on.

"Oh my God, it's real." Nik gasped.

He had still been extremely groggy during the panic that ensued in the classroom. He'd thought it was just a prank that the counselors had played before he went back to sleep.

Nik rummaged through the bag some more, finding a map and the survival guide. He placed them gently on the table next to him. He stuck his hand back in the bag again and felt a chill go up his spine as his hand found something cold and steely. Nik pulled the handgun from his pack. He knew it well. Mr. Killop, his billet, owned the exact same model. A Colt M1911, .45 caliber. Nik knew how to use it too. It had been a requirement to carry a sidearm when Mr. Killop had taken the Kronwall boys bear hunting in Northern Michigan, and Paul's Colt 45 had been Nik's sidearm.

"No. I can't use this. These are my friends. They've been so good to me since I arrived in America."

Nik hastily threw everything back in his bag and made his way to the front room of the house. He looked out the window in time to see a small gathering of people in the centre of town near some flowerbeds. He recognized a couple of people. Fiona Sparki being one person who he'd spoken many times after being introduced by Evelyn.

Evelyn...

Nik felt tears well up in his eyes as he wondered if Evie was okay and where she could be.

The other people looked like Jessica from his English class and Alex Jackson from his US History class. All three of whom he'd never had a problem with. Then again, outside of Fiona, he'd rarely spoken to them. Oh well, better to try with them now.

Nik opened the front door of the house and slowly made his way towards the group. As he closed the distance to the group, he noticed there was someone on the ground. A pool of red flowing from underneath the body.

Nik gulped as he wondered whether or not one of these girls was to blame for the body. Was he about to be Charlie's Angel'd?

"Umm, hello there. It's Nik. Is everyone doing okay?"
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Nik listened to the replies to his greeting. The girls seemed a bit shaken up over Warren's death but on the whole they were okay. This came as a relief to Nik. Though it was always his first instinct to help those in need, this was a completely different situation. This was murder conducted by the people they knew best. If there were more Omar Burton's out there, they were in trouble.

"I'm doing fine, and yeah, lucky draw I guess." Nik said in reply to the comment about his gun.

Next thing he knew Fiona was stomping the ground in utter frustration. Nik quickly stepped over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders so that she was looking him in the face.

"Listen to me," He said quietly, "Not everyone here is going to be like Omar. We can prove that there are good people here. We can find Evelyn and Staffan and all of our friends. We can make sure that they don't have to die. I don't know how, but we'll find a way damn it."

Nik tried his best to give a look of strength for Fiona and for the other girls around him. It wasn't something macho or arrogant, but he was a natural leader. He wanted to be the pillar, he wanted to help.

"Okay girls," He said as he released Fiona and turned back to the group, "First things first. Did Omar say where he was going? Did he say anything about anyone that we may be able to help, because that is what I intend to do. There are people that I care about, people that I love stuck in this, this, hell hole. I'm sure you can say the same thing. We need to help them. We are decently armed for a small group so we will have intimidation on our side. What do you say?"



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Too many people were stumbling on to a scene that could only look bad for Nik and the three girls. Here was a group, visibly armed, standing over the corpse of boy. It did not help that Nik had a gun, and this kill was executed with a gun. What also did not help was that deep down Nik knew that he and Staffan would be targeted. The two foreign kids. The two NHL prospects. What did they care if the people around them died? They had a guaranteed future to look forward to. It was everything Nik didn't want to do, but people would expect that of him.

"No, no, no, no." He whispered to himself.

"Okay, can I have everyone's attention please thanks," Nik said, trying extremely hard to mask his accent, "I know what this might look like, but we did not do this. We want to give him a proper burial. It is what he deserves. Warren was a nice guy from what I can remember."

Nik took off his hat, feeling his sweat dampened hair brush against his ears as the strands fell.

"So, are any of you going to help me? Or do we just leave him here?"

The tone in Nik's voice was clear that it was not really a question, and the look in his eyes reaffirmed that sentiment. Someone was going to help him carry out what Alex said. They were not going to just leave him.
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Nik watched with a surprising sense of calm as the grave was dug. He knew that they were right, and they couldn't bury everyone they came across, but to at least attempt to pay respects to fallen friends seemed like the right thing to do. It was how Nik had been raised. It was how he had been taught in every sport you played. If someone went down, you stopped to help them in any way you could. In this case, part of Nik's mind was telling him that Warren's family would find some fraction of solace in the make shift funeral for their son. The other part of Nik's mind was instantly overwhelmed with the realization of what his family, both the Killops and his family in Sweden must be thinking right now.

Should he have even been in this game? He and Staffan weren't even American citizens after all. Alex Ovechkin had applied for American citizenship before he'd been abducted, and Sidney Crosby was at least North American.

Nik's deep thoughts were broken by Fiona barking at the girl who had asked for paint. Nik quickly placed his hands on Fiona's shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

Ignoring whatever reply the girl sent Fiona's way, Nik leaned over to whisper in Fiona's ear,

"Let's just go. We've done all we can. We know who did this, and we have to stop them. Let's go. I don't think the others are coming with us. I'd rather stick with people I have trust in."

It was difficult for Nik to say those last words. He'd always been so jovial and trusting of his new American friends. He'd never had a problem with anyone. He was always so happy when he'd call home, telling his folks in Sweden how much fun he was having, and the new friends he'd made. Now, it was donning on him that he couldn't put his faith in everyone he saw. His naivety would get him into trouble if he didn't keep in check, and the first step of that was splitting from this group.

"Thanks Maria." Nik said with a somber tone to the girl who had dug the grave.

Nik looked around to the other people of the group before continuing,

"Good luck and be safe guys. I'm going with Fiona now. If anyone runs into my brother or Evelyn Reed, please tell them we are okay and looking for them."

With that, Nik turned and began to walk. He wasn't sure of his destination. Maybe Fiona would know where they should go? Either way, he knew he had to focus. He had a friend to protect and loved ones to find.

((Nik Kronwall continued in Walkabout))
Edited by Ares, Sep 18 2010, 11:39 PM.
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