hardy boys fan fiction

CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction

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hardy boys fan fiction

ARUNA HART

CHAPTER 2

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

Joe dove under the back deck trying to keep his breathing quite.  He heard the back door open; he stayed still not making a sound.  He heard heavy footsteps above his head. They can’t find me!  He thought.

“Joe!” Fenton yelled. “Joe, come on back in.  At least get your jacket on.” 

Joe still didn’t move.  After a few minutes, Fenton went back inside.  Joe slid out from under the deck, needing to move fast before his dad came back out.  He started running across the lawn and a few moments later he had made it to a path that led to the woods. The woods were a park about five minutes from the Hardy residence.

Joe ran for all he was worth. “Get to the fort. Get to the fort.” The fort was a small rundown shack near a creek that ran through the woods.  Frank and Joe had found it last summer.  Joe kept some things there in case he had to ‘investigate’ something. Now the fort was a place where he could hide and think about what was happening.  

Finally he reached it.  Opening the door he walked inside.  His head was hurting.  All this new information was confusing him.  He pushed the door closed and turned to go to his favorite corner.  However, much to Joe’s surprise someone else was in the fort too – a man he’d never seen before.   Being a PI, Joe’s father had instructed the boys in staying away from people they’d never seen before.  His daddy had been worried that an old enemy might hurt them and the older man also wanted his boys to know to be cautious around strangers.  Joe had even been kidnapped when he was three but he didn’t remember it because he was so little.  Mommy had told him about it though and it sounded scary.

So Joe did the only thing he could think of and tried to leave the fort but someone came up from behind him and pushed a smelly rag over his mouth and nose.  

A few moments later, the two men left the building carrying an unconscious Joe.  

*****  

Back at the Hardy home, Fenton was searching the yard.  “Joe! Please come out from where ever you’re hiding!”  He looked for ten more minutes then went inside.  

“Did you find him?” Laura asked.  

“No, that boy is an excellent hider. Frank do you know where he might have gone?”  

“No... Hey… wait a minute! I bet he went to the fort!” Frank shouted excitedly. Quickly he gave Fenton instructions on how to get there.  A few minutes later, Fenton arrived at the shanty. Little footprints lead the way to the door Fenton smiled sadly.  Frank had been right about where Joe would be.  How could he, as a father, not even know where his own children played.  He opened it and went inside. Immediately he noticed something wrong. A cigar smoke smell permeated the room.  Fenton’s detective instinct kicked in.  That smell shouldn’t be there.  Cautiously, he looked around.  Nothing seemed to be out of place, but he couldn’t be sure. He went outside and walked around the fort.  There were big footprints leading away towards an old fire trail, but no smaller ones and Joe was no where to be seen.  

Fenton ran like mad back to the house. Bursting into the kitchen he grabbed the phone. “Hello? Collig? Fenton Hardy here. I need your help – I think Joe’s been kidnapped.”   

***

Several hours later, only officers Collig and Riley remained at the site of probable abduction. “I’m sorry Fenton,” Collig stated. “But we have nothing to go on. Let’s go back to your house and see if there’s any word there.” Slowly the three men started back toward the house.  

Several minutes later, Con Riley opened the mailbox and saw a letter.  Picking it up, he saw childish handwriting – Joe’s. He ran inside.

“Ezra, Fenton look at this!” he called.  

Fenton’s hands trembled as he removed a sheet of paper from the envelope. There in Joe’s childish script was a note:  

Deer Santa,

I no that I kept asking you for stuff but this time its not a toy. My brother Frank has a bump in his head. Mom and Dad say it’s ok and not worry, but that’s not true I see it in there faces. Mom is real sad and so is Dad. So insted of toys for Chrismas all I want is for Frank’s bump to go away so he don't get head hurts and Mom and Dad are hapy. If it’s to big for one Chrismas then make it one big present for all the rest of my life. Frank’s better than a toy. I’ll be super good and I even cleaned my room.

Please say yes,  

Joe Hardy (36 Elm Street Bayport New York United States just in case there are two Joe’s or you loose your map)

When Fenton finished reading the letter, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

                                                                   ***

As his parents and the police were talking, Frank quietly slipped into the living room. Amazed, he realized Joe was willing to never get any Christmas presents again just so his big brother would get better.  Frank felt horrible; Joe, the little brother he chided earlier, really believed in Santa.  He had to make it right.  

Waiting till no one was looking the dark-haired boy slipped out the front door.  I am going to be a detective, Frank thought as he started walking to the ‘crime scene’ as he now thought of it.  He just made it to the creek when he heard a twig snap behind him. Spinning around he came face to face with a mean looking man.  

“Ah, I see you came to me as well. Now that I have both of Hardy’s brats he can pay for what he did,” the man grabbed Frank.  The young boy struggled, but it was useless.  The last thing he remembered was a rag placed over his face.  

***  

“Frank?” Laura called. So far she’d looked everywhere she could think of to find her son. Out of the blue, the phone rang.  Rushing to the kitchen she saw Riley nod. The tap was ready.  

She clicked on speaker phone. “Hello?”  

“Put good old Fenton on!” a cold voice demanded.  Fenton answered him.  

“This is Fenton.”  

“Hardy, do you know where your children are?” the voice was eerie.  

‘Where’s Frank?’ Fenton mouthed to his wife.  

‘I can’t find him,’ she mouthed back.  

“Where are my children?” he demanded into the phone.   

“Safe for now. But soon they’ll be dead just like my sons!” the caller hung up.  

“No trace, the call wasn’t long enough,” Riley stated.  

“I’ve heard that voice before,” Fenton stated slowly.  Suddenly it hit him. “I know who took them.”  Everyone looked up in surprise.  “About five years ago when we lived in New York City there was an arson fire.  A man, his brother, and his two sons ages 7 and 8 were trapped in their home.  The brother escaped unharmed.  The father of the boys tried to get to them and was badly burned.  It destroyed his voice box.  The boys were killed in the fire.”  

“But why is he after you,” Riley asked.  

“They arrested the wrong person for the murders. I proved he didn’t do it. But, I never could prove who did. I guess he wanted someone to pay for his sons deaths.”  

“Let’s see if he owns any property near here,” Collig stated going to work on this new information.

***  

Frank woke to Joe tapping his shoulder. “Come on Frank, wake up.”  

Frank blinked his eyes a few times and sat up. He felt dizzy.

“Where are we?”  Frank asked looking at Joe with sorrowful eyes.  

“We’re in a cabin, but it has no windows and the door is locked. All we have is a fireplace.” Joe looked panicked. Frank put his arm around him. They huddled under a boarded up window.  

“Joe?” Frank asked. “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have told you Santa didn’t exist.”  

“He doesn’t does he?”  

“He does! I stopped believing in him, but he does exist.”  

“But, Mom and Dad said...”  

“They were trying to comfort me, Santa is real,” Frank reassured him.  He started to say more when they both noticed a strong smell of smoke.  

Then through the cracks in the door they saw flames.  Terrified, they screamed to be let out.  A harsh voice replied.  

“You must die to justify them!  They shall be...” The rest of his words were erased by the sound of the flames getting worse by the second, hungrily eating the dry, old boards.  The flames trapped the boys in the room with nowhere to go!

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