Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Callie and Iola looked at each other wearily the next morning. They had traveled so far, and seemingly in circles. "I feel like I'm in the middle of the Blair Witch Project," Callie said to Iola.

"The what?" Iola asked.

Callie sighed. That's right. Iola had died- well, they thought she had- before she ever would have heard of that movie.

"Never mind. It's just a movie where people are trapped in the woods and they can't get out and they go in circles."

"Did it end happily?" Iola wanted to know.

"Um, well, one kid disappears and then they all die, so ... no."

"Glad I asked."

"Mmmm Hmmm."

Both girls were beginning to lose hope rapidly. Minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days. Callie and Iola had been lost, desperately searching for some hope of rescue, or of finding Frank and Joe, for almost four days. Somehow, they had managed to survive on berries and nuts, and had swallowed as much water was they could find from little puddles here and there. They didn't even bother to think of how terrible they looked, or of how potentially unsanitary these conditions were. All they wanted was to go home.

The girls managed to double back yet again to the mansion, and then they noticed what they should have noticed a long time ago. From their vantage point on the hill, they could see that there were many roads that led up to the mansion, and many of them were probably traps and dead ends, as they had discovered before. What they could not see, however, was a little parked car not fifty feet from where they were standing. If they could have seen it, they would have noticed not only a safe hiding place, and a getaway vehicle, but many of their boyfriends' personal detective items. Luck, however, had not favored them thus far, and they continued up a hill, the whole time keeping the mansion in sight, although they stayed far enough away to avoid capture.

By the middle of the afternoon, it became blazing hot. The girls tried to think of something, but no ideas were coming to them. Sitting down, they tried to close their eyes and rest. It must have worked, because Iola felt that she had been sleeping for a while when she woke up to the sounds of deep moaning.

Looking around her somewhat in a daze, Iola realized that it was Callie who was trying to hold back from crying out in pain. Leaping up, Iola ran over to Callie and rubbed her back gently, while she held her hand. Iola felt tears slipping down her cheeks. Callie had been so brave; she had risked her own life to save Iola, and not once had she complained. Callie made it easy for Iola to forget that she was living out the end part of a death sentence.

"Are you okay?" Iola asked gently, realizing as she said it how silly that sounded. Of course Callie wasn't okay. Her face was dead white, she was shivering, and clearly, she was in a great deal of pain. With a gulp, Iola realized that Callie would only get worse in the following days, and that they had to stop wasting time. Because time was one option Callie Shaw did not have. "Callie?" Iola asked again.

Callie managed to look up. The pain had subsided to a gradual throb from a shooting sensation, but it now seemed constant. Using all of her energy, Callie sat up, and tried to get her breathing under control. She weakly wiped the sweat from her forehead. In a whisper, she tried to joke with Iola. "I could go for a shower right about now." Iola did not find it funny.

"Callie Shaw. We have only one option." Iola was still crying. "I don't care how long I've been here. I don't care that I would have spent the rest of my days probably locked up waiting to serve someone else's purpose. I can suffer any of that, Callie, but I will NOT be responsible for the death of my friend. And you are that friend."

Callie tried to comfort Iola, but she barely had the energy.

"So, this is what we're going to do. Ready?" Iola inquired.

"What's that?" Callie responded quietly.

"We are going to go back to the clinic, and we will beg for re-admittance. I'll promise to do whatever it takes to please them, and if that means harming Frank and Joe, that's what I'll tell them I'll do."

"No!" Callie's voice shook. "Iola, that's crazy. You can make it. You can get out of here. Leave me behind- it's your only chance. You know you'd never harm Joe- or Frank, for that matter. You're being crazy. You have to leave me. Now."

"No- I will go back, Callie. I won't have you die. I'll get the remedy. You'll be okay."

Callie, eyes wide for the first time in days, responded weakly, "Iola, it's a death sentence to go back there."

"Well, you're living one now."

Callie couldn't respond.

"So, I will go back there. But maybe you're right. They'd just keep me there and let you- die." Iola gulped. "I have to sneak in. I'll find the remedy. I will, I swear to you. And then I'll take care of you until you're better, and then we can escape. Will you be okay here? I promise- I'll be back as fast as I can."

Callie closed her eyes. It all sounded so nice. Iola would conveniently come back, give her the much needed medicine, and then they'd relax for a while before heading out and going home. And sure, she'd be nice and safe here, in the middle of the woods, with no protection, her own body turning against her. And yet Callie could not break Iola's dream, as unrealistic as it was. She knew that if she was left alone, she probably would die. She also knew that Iola's chances of making it back to the mansion alone, and being successful, were almost none. However, Callie realized that she was too weak at this point to be of any help to Iola, and that Iola had to do whatever was necessary to save herself. That was all Callie could hope for now.

So, speaking in a gentle tone, she said to Iola, "Sure. Sure. You go ahead. I'll be fine. And I'll wait for you. Here. Sure. Go. Everything will be all right. Be careful."

She added quickly, as an idea hit her, "Take this." She handed Iola her necklace. "Frank gave this to me once. It has a really sharp nail file in it. Just in case."

"Frank gave you a nail file?"

"Something like that, " Callie responded. "Use it for protection. Like a knife."

Iola. leaning over to hug Callie, took the necklace, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You saved my life. Now I have to save yours. I'll be back. Just keep wishing, and hoping, and praying, that it's quickly."

And with that, Iola turned and left.

Callie was alone.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.

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