hardy boys fan fiction
SUMMER STORM

by

ANYA
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Chapter 3
hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

Con entered Chief Collig’s room with a worried look on his face, "They aren’t home yet, I’ve tried Fenton’s cell phone but all I get is a recording telling me it’s unavailable. I thought I’d drop by their house in a while and well, check things out, you know?"

Chief Collig nodded, "Yes, you’d better do that. And even if they aren’t back yet, just check things out at the Hardys’ house."

"You think they could be in danger?" Con asked him bluntly.

Chief Collig nodded, "He’s got a bone to pick with Fenton."

"Why exactly?" Con persisted.

"Sam Peterson just called, I finally have the entire story pieced together. Walker’s second wife died in a hit and run. The car was driven by a kid from a nearby high school, and Fenton got the case to handle, he was still with NYPD at that time. They found out the kid, a boy called Dave something, pretty bad lot actually, drunk, did drugs, that sort of stuff. Anyway, Walker tried to kill the kid. Fenton manage to prevent that somehow, and Walker got really mad at him and threatened him. Dave was sent to a juvenile detention center, Walker wasn’t too happy with the verdict, he took a gun to the kid’s school and started shooting around wildly. They managed to stop him before he did any serious harm."

"He was judged mentally unstable, and institutionalized, his children from his first wife were sent off to live with his mother. Apparently he always felt that Fenton wronged him by preventing him from killing Dave. He’s always had a huge grudge against him all these years, according to his doctors at the institute. It seems he keeps saying he’ll get back at him."

Con looked at him thoughtfully, "So, this guy could do anything, huh?"

"Yes, apparently when his wife was killed she was eight months pregnant. So, he lost his wife and unborn son. I’d say he could do anything. And, he seems to have tracked Fenton’s career over the years." Ezra Collig looked really unhappy now, "Sam Peterson told me something else they just found out, Walker had huge scarp book on Frank and Joe. He’s been tracking their doings too."

"You think he’ll get back at Fenton by hurting those two?" Con was really worried now. Frank and Joe might get in the way of police work a lot, but they were very good friends of his. He always looked on them as the kid brothers he’d never had.

"Actually he’s particularly interested in Joe. It seems Joe was born around the same time his son was to be born."

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Fenton entered the house, with Frank following him, just in time to make out that the call had come from Con Riley. He put the down bags he’d brought in and walked over to the machine wondering what could have prompted Con to call him at home when he should have known he was out. Then he remembered that his cell phone wasn’t working.

"I’ll take the bags upstairs," Frank offered as he bent down to pick them up.

"I don’t think so," Frank heard the voice from the direction of the kitchen door and then almost simultaneously, the sound of the telephone receiver dropping. Frank turned around to see a man in a black t-shirt and jeans standing at the kitchen door with a gun in his hand. Fenton looked completely baffled.

"Hello Fenton," the man said pleasantly, "You’re looking good. And you must be Frank." He moved towards Frank. "Where’s Joseph? That’s what you named him isn’t it?"

"What are you…."Fenton started and then stopped totally bewildered as two more figures came out of the kitchen. There was a man and a woman, both seemed in their mid 20s, and had a strong resemblance to the man with the gun. All three had brown hair and grey eyes. "Who’re you?"

Frank finally found his voice. "What’s going on? Who are you? "

"Kids, say hello to Fenton Hardy. That’s Frank, Fenton’s son," the man said.

"That’s fairly obvious, he looks like him" it was the woman who replied, in a faintly sarcastic tone. It was then that Frank noticed she held a gun too, and was covering him with it. The guy behind her had one too.

"Fenton, these are my kids, Jim and Irene. You’ve met them before, haven’t you?"

"What do you want?" Fenton demanded. He had noticed Frank trying to sidle away towards the window where the new security alarm had been placed. It was concealed under the window-sill near the door and would send out an alarm to warn the police. He kept talking to Gavin to distract him away from Frank. The others were both looking at him, no one seemed to notice Frank begin to shift towards the window.

"And how did you get out of the institution?"

"Don’t bother about the alarm, it’s deactivated." Irene said suddenly.

Jim came over and grabbed Frank’s arms behind his back. "If you behave yourself, everything will go fine," he whispered almost urgently.

Oh yeah? Frank thought to himself, and tried to free himself, but Jim’s arms were too strong. Finally, in desperation, he kicked a foot backwards and caught Jim nicely on his right shin forcing him to let go of Frank and drop his gun. The sudden move distracted both Gavin and Irene and out of the corner of his eye he could see Fenton rush at Gavin. Frank swiftly moved over to pick Jim’s gun up, when he suddenly felt something crash on his head. He fell to the floor and lay there stunned. Irene had brought down a brass vase on his head.

As he lay there dazed he heard Gavin tell his father to sit down if he didn’t want Frank harmed.

"Leave him alone," Fenton was shouting, "He didn’t do anything to you!"

Then he was pulled up and pushed onto the sofa next to his dad. Irene had brought in ropes and she began to tie them up. Frank was still trying to shake himself awake, when they heard the footsteps on the porch.

Joe! Fenton was about to shout out a warning when he felt the gag being tightened around his mouth.

Gavin moved behind the sitting room doorway, as the front door opened He had tucked his gun away and held a knife in one hand now. When they heard Joe’s voice, Fenton began to struggle, and Frank tried shouting a warning to Joe. All that came out though was a choked sound through his gag, which Irene cut off midway by placing her hand over his mouth.

Frank watched frozen as his brother dashed into the room, and was held at knifepoint by a man who to him looked stark raving mad. He could dimly here someone talking to Joe.

"What?" Joe shouted.

"You wanted to know what I wanted, didn’t you, Fenton?" came the mocking voice, "It’s really very simple, all I want is - a son for a son."

" I lost my son, all those years back. If I can’t have him back, then I’ll have yours." He tightened his grip on Joe’s hands, enjoying the increasingly terror-stricken look on Fenton’s face as he spoke, the knife still held firmly against Joe’s throat.

Joe couldn’t hold back a yell of pain as he felt his hands being twisted ruthlessly, he tried to fight back but this guy was way too strong, and the knife was gently digging into his throat now.

Frank’s head was pounding now, and his vision was swimming. He knew someone was hurting his brother now and he struggled to concentrate, that table in front of his legs…

The crash of the table resounded through the room. For the next few seconds’ utter confusion reigned in the sitting room. Jim fell knocking into Joe and Gavin as the table hit his legs, the knife flying out of his hand. Fenton swung his bound wrists at Irene’s hands knocking her gun off. Frank screwed up his eyes, he had to stay awake, he had to…he shook his head and looked up.

It was all over in barely two seconds, Irene’s gun lay on the floor, and she was rubbing her wrist where Fenton’s fists had struck them, Jim was getting up, and Gavin Walker who had fallen on top of Joe had now yanked him up, and clipped him on his jaw. Joe sagged against him. Fenton was struggling with his bonds, and Frank who was able to focus a little more clearly, gritted his teeth as he saw his brother being hit. Irene picked up her gun, and Jim had got up, rubbing his leg, where the table hit him. He glared at Frank, and came over to him.

"Listen to me, you want them alive?" Gavin was yelling now, and Joe who was still trying to recover from the clipping could barely nod his head.

"Good! Jim, if Fenton tries anything, Frank gets it," came the response as he backhanded Joe across his face. He was now holding him by his collar. "Come along Joey, you’re coming with us now." Frank gave a muffled cry, no one was taking Joe away anywhere! Fenton struggled once again but was held back by Jim’s hand.

Joe’s mouth was bleeding now where Gavin had hit it. "Remember, what I said Fent, a son for a son." Gavin said and pulled a bunched fist back and punched Joe with full force on his face.

Joe crumpled down in a heap as Gavin released his collar. "Or maybe I should just kill him? Then you’ll know how it feels to lose someone, Fenton. What do you think? Tell, you what, I’ll think it over and let you know." He smiled at Fenton and then hoisted Joe over his shoulder, and headed out through he kitchen door. The other two looked at each other.

"I’m sorry,’ Irene said, "He’s still ill. Don’t worry about Joe, we’ll try not to let him hurt him." She left with that.

"I told you if you behaved, things would go easier," Jim hissed, as he followed her out.

Frank sat numbly, I’m dreaming this, I have to be…my head hurts, it’s a dream. I’ll wake up and we’ll still be in the cabin, or maybe we’re driving back home.

"Humph...." he tried to do something about the bonds but they were too tight. And his head was pounding now. I’m sleepy…I shouldn’t sleep in the front seat, better ask Joe to come up front.

"Fenton," the voice wafted through the half open front door, as Frank shut his eyes. 

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