hardy boys fan fiction
MAKE A WISH
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by
Cherylann Rivers
Chapter 4
hardy boy fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
It had been just about a month ago when Callie had come home from school after choir practice. She clearly remembered being in a good mood that day. She had been given a solo part in the upcoming concert, Liz Webling, her best friend, had decided that a shopping day was in order, on her (or daddy's credit card, actually), and Frank had given her a beautiful rose "Just because I love you." So, when she came up to her door that afternoon and saw a large plain manila envelope with the words "For Callie's eyes only" she presumed it was just another good surprise to add to her already wonderful day. She couldn't have been more wrong.
The first thing she saw were the photographs, and not just any photographs, either. In the envelope were pictures of Iola Morton , taken from grade school and high school. All of the photos had both Iola and Joe Hardy in them through the years, even prior to their dating. As shocked as Callie had been, she continued to look through the photos when they began to take on a more ominous tone. First, there had been pictures of Iola and Joe on the day she died at the mall. Then, there were pictures of the Hardys' car, which had gone up in a ball of flame. There were pictured of the Morton family mausoleum, where Iola's name had been engraved as a remembrance, and of the memorial service for her. Finally, though, there had been the two pictures that had made everything in Callie's life change. There she was, Iola Morton, considerably thinner with much longer hair, looking into the camera in terror. The picture's date was six weeks ago. A caption written underneath said simply, "Help me."
Shaking, Callie had opened the accompanying note to the series of pictures. A short paragraph followed. Callie could still remember every word. It read, "Callie Shaw. It's your turn now. Joe Hardy has suffered; Frank Hardy will, too, if you don't follow these instructions carefully. Iola Morton is alive. Your only chance to save her is to do as we say. Her birthday is coming up, and she was told to "make a wish." Save her, and make her wish come true. Listen, and she will live. Do not, and you will both die."
After that, Callie was informed that more information would follow, and follow it did. Although Callie had been terrified, she knew enough to remain quiet until she knew more. The next day, after school, there was a knock on her door. Although she did not recognize the handsome young man on her doorstep, he sensed that she was looking through her peephole and held up a sign that said simply, "Iola." She let him in.
The young man's name was "Jeff," or so he told her. Quite frankly, Callie had no idea what to think or to believe anymore. The story he told her was amazing, but Callie was perfectly certain that there was no kindness beneath his words and his very presence made her quiver. He told her that he worked for a group called "The Assassins," a name that Callie vaguely remembered Frank mentioning something about. He told her that Iola was alive, and that it was, of course, her wish to be free. He made it a point of telling her that the Assassins were not in the habit of making wishes come true. Callie had to agree; this seemed more like a nightmare. However, their group had problems with the entire Hardy family, particularly Frank and Joe, and they now decided that the only way to get their final revenge against them was to borrow Callie for "a week or so" to make Frank worry, and then to release both girls. In this manner, they would make the Hardy's fear their ongoing threat and remind them of the fact they existed, but no one would get hurt. Iola and Callie would both have no idea where they were, and thus could never give anyone information.
Callie had never been so scared in her life. She knew she had absolutely no reason to believe hat this person was telling the truth or, if he was, that her safety could be assured. Clearly, if they had hurt Iola and had taken her away for so long, what made her think they wouldn't do the very same to her? Even more so, Callie remembered a case that she had been involved with some time ago, which Frank referred to as "Dead of Night," that had involved this group, where she had been tied up and almost killed. She also knew that this group was not only violent, but capable of producing body doubles and clones. How did she know that this was the real Iola? Damn, she had thought. I really should have asked Frank for more details about that case. Frank, though, was always pretty secretive when it came to his detective work.
Gathering her courage, she had asked
some of these questions to Jeff, whom she soon noticed, at a close
glance, looked considerably older than his appearance at first. His
response is what frightened her the most. He simply smiled and said,
"Well, Callie, you will never know. You see, your other option is
death for both you and Iola. Your way loses. Mine wins. Period." He
then told her that she was to act in absolute secrecy and tell no one of
this, and that she would be watched at all times. To prove his point, he
took out a large series of pictures that made Callie's skin crawl. The
pictures were over the course of the last year. They showed Callie at the
most nondescript moments of her life, from school classes, to hanging out
with friends, to some of her most intimate and private moments with
Frank. Her skin drained of color. "We will be watching you, Callie,
As a matter of fact, I have arranged a transfer into your school. It is
to your benefit to rid yourself of close acquaintances, and to break up
with Frankie boy. In this way, his loss for you, albeit temporary, will
be made all the worse by his last minute betrayal. This, my dear, is not
an option." Before he left, he looked at Callie and whispered,
"I can see you. We can all hear you. Be very, very careful. In one
month's time, the preparation will be complete and you will see your
friend again. Unless you want to die, or to have your beloved Frank meet
a similar fate, you will do as I say. Happy birthday, Iola." He then
kissed her cheek in parting. Callie immediately had run to the bathroom
and vomited.
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