hardy boys fan fiction
MAKE A WISH
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Cherylann Rivers
Chapter 23
hardy boy fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Jeff's face contorted as he angrily yelled out, "WHAT is this?! Who are you?"
Joe saw that Jeff was struggling to keep things under control, and he was as perplexed as Joe, Chet, Biff, Iola, and Vanessa were.
"We're here to stop you."
Again, Vanessa recognized the voice.
So did Joe.
Neither could place it.
"What?! This is outrageous! First the Hardy boys escape the inescapable, then they set the mansion on fire, and now they have hired help? Well, you will all die!"
Joe started. "What?!"
Jeff glared at him, and back to the other strangers. "What, Mr. Hardy?!"
Joe was puzzled, but excited, too. "We didn't set the fortress on fire!"
"Of course you did."
"No, we didn't," Biff finally spoke up.
With that, one of the masked men stepped forward. "Here, all, is your missing link."
With that, he pulled back his mask.
There was an audible gasp from everyone, including Jeff Wellington.
Right in front of them stood Graig Saunders.
*****
"Wh.. .What are you doing here?!" Jeff sputtered. He couldn't believe his own eyes.
Neither, for that matter, could Joe, or anyone else.
"Well, you see, I made a promise to Vanessa that I would help her, and here I am. AND, I came with some friends."
By now, this was too much for Chet, who had to ask, "But you're his cousin!"
"No, he's not," Jeff managed.
"You're not?!" Vanessa asked.
"Nope." He smiled.
"Iola? Don't you recognize me?" Graig asked.
She managed to shake her head no.
"Sure you do! Listen." With that, he recited a small chant. "You wanted some collateral/ One day you'll get us back in full/ You keep us hidden in a nook/ But snakes strike fast when least you look/ so act with stealth, be swift and fast/ and our one wish shall be your last."
Iola stuttered. "Oh, my God."
With that, the two men, who had their guns trained on Iola and Vanessa, took off fleeing.
Staring with a wide mouth, Biff, pumped up, shouted, "Get them! Quick!"
"No" Graig said.
"Why not?!" Biff couldn't believe this was happening, although he clearly didn't understand any of it. It was pretty cool, though!
"Because. You never catch an Assassin alive. We could kill him, but I don't want any more blood on my hands. He could get away. But.. so what? There will always be more."
Jeff turned to him. "B... but I don't understand! You were only a high school kid! You were paid off to spread some rumors, convince Mr. Morton to disseminate pictures, and to anger Joe Hardy! You knew nothing. Who ARE you?"
"I, sir, am part of your collateral. So, too, was Iola, as you know, and five others. We are all people who you kept around, merely for your won purposes, simply because we were somehow involved in with people against whom you had a personal vendetta. You thought we could never escape, and, in truth, you were right when you said that the only way we would leave your fortress was in death. So- I died."
"What?!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Yep. Scott O. Smith. You remember now."
"Scott?" Iola gasped. "You look so different. Is it you? We were told you died when you weren't needed. What? How?"
"Yes. I faked my own death. Simple, really. I knew they would tell you all that I had been 'taken care of.' The truth is I took some drugs which slowed my heartbeat to a minimal rate. To the unobservant eye, I would appear dead, and they would leave me be. Of course, who would think to double check? After all, it would make sense for suicide here, wouldn't it?"
Iola shuddered.
"My body was left in the forest, which I knew it would be. Who comes out here, anyway? When I came to, I utilized the maps of the area I had hidden on me from years of watching the Assassins. I was able to get home. Certainly, I couldn't reveal my identity, in case they ever decided to pursue my father's case. So, plastic surgery was an option. It helps that my father is a plastic surgeon. After all, that's why they went against him in the first place, when he refused to cooperate with their requests any longer. I have been planning revenge for a long, long time. I knew we'd never break the Assassins, but to DENT them, to free at least some of the innocents who needlessly lost their "real" lives by living here- that was my goal."
Iola continued to shake her head.
"Come on Iola. That's why we had our chant, in the rare cases where we met. We used it to communicate, to share with ourselves that we weren't alone, and that there were others in the same predicament. We are the snakes who will strike. It had to be done fast. Our mission, or wish, would be the last one for them. Somehow, we'd make our mark. AND, we did. We had been planning on internally destroying this site for some time. However, when your friends got involved, we had to act with more stealth. Now, at least we are free. Come with us, now, 'Jeff'" he said, turning to him.
They all saw it happen. The gun that was focused on the group before him was turned around. The last sound that Jeff Wellington ever heard was the sound of his finger pulling the trigger as the gun rested against his temple. Bang!
The girls looked away in horror. Even Joe had to turn his head, and Chet turned the other way left, presumably to vomit, as almost everyone felt like doing. Well, except for Graig. Or- was it Scott?
"You never take an Assassin alive," he repeated.
*****
Walking away from the scene, Joe, Chet, Biff, Iola, and Vanessa, along with the small group Scott had with him, settled by a nearby tree.
"So," Vanessa had to ask, when she had calmed down a bit, "Is it Scott or Graig? We should know who we owe thanks to."
He smiled. "Well, it's neither, really. It's actually plain old Ernie Harris, son of Harold Harris, M.D, Baltimore. They thought my name was Scott Smith, too, picked up from my mother's maiden name. Everything else about my story is true. Ask Iola."
She nodded.
"I needed a high school name. Certainly, you can tell I'm not really seventeen. I'm thirty- three. The wonders of plastic!" He smiled.
"So, I was paid off to be cocky, so I came up with the name Saunders- you know, like "sauntering in" somewhere?! And then, I stuck here with the name Scott O. Smith- S.O.S., since, Lord knows, we needed help and it was the same old-" he paused, and looked at the girls- "STUFF everyday!"
"But how did you know to come to Bayport?" Chet asked, following enough of the story to comprehend it.
"Oh, they made their plans well known. I knew they'd try to bribe a new kid to school, so I became one. Records are easy enough to doctor- scarily so. What did they care if they told us? We certainly weren't going anywhere, and they liked to think they were torturing us, so it was easy."
"Well, let's get going. We have a lot to do, and I think we all need to get out of here before these woods go on fire!"
The whole time this explanation was going on, Joe Hardy sat silently.
"What's wrong?" Biff asked. "Aren't you happy?"
"No," said Joe, quietly. Everyone turned to him. "Callie is still missing and Frank- Frank is gone."
With those words, he looked into the
distance.
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