Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

“That’s right,” Chet said. “We didn’t find anything. We had one old guy say he was there, at least that’s what he said until he put on his glasses, and then he said he had never seen him.” The others laughed as Chet imitated the elderly man.

“How about you, Phil?” Frank asked. “Did you find anything on the computer end?”

“Nothing,” Phil replied. “I couldn’t find a single Edward Sexton or ‘Agent Smith’ registered anywhere.”

“That doesn’t really surprise me,” Frank admitted, “but it was worth a try.”

“True,” Phil acknowledged. He stood up and started to gather his equipment, “I have to be going now,” he told them. “I have some homework to do yet tonight.”

“All right, Phil,” Frank said. “Thanks for your help.” The others added their thanks and they all bid Phil goodbye.

The remaining group chatted lightly for a few minutes before Chet said, “I have to be going as well, I’m supposed to take Angie out tonight.” Once again the others thanked him for his help and said their goodbyes.

“I don’t know about the rest of you,” Joe said, “but I, for one, am hungry.” Brandi and Frank were quick to agree with him.

“I’ll fry up some hamburgers,” Frank offered.

“I’ll help,” Brandi volunteered. The three young people pitched in and in no time had prepared a delicious meal.

As they ate, Frank asked Brandi, “Do you have any other clothes or any luggage?”

“I did,” Brandi answered, “but I left them when I ran from the intruder.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to sleep in,” Joe said.

“Why don’t you find something for Brandi to wear, and I’ll put the clothes she has on in the washing machine. Tomorrow we’ll have to go shopping and pick up some things. It’s too late to go yet tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Joe agreed.

“That sounds wonderful,” Brandi seconded.

Frank and Joe put the plan into action. When they had finished they sat down in the living room. Brandi was wearing a pair of Joe’s sweatpants and a much too large tee shirt. The three siblings were debating which movie to watch when the phone rang. Frank answered it. He said a few words in greeting and then listened for a few moments before hanging up the phone. “That was Agent Johnson,” he announced. “Just as we suspected, when they got to the house it was completely abandoned. It will take them awhile to completely search it for any clues, but they’re working on it.”

“Did she say who the registered owner of the house was?” Joe asked. “That might give us some clue.”

“No such luck,” Frank said as he shook his head. “The owner was listed as George Matson, Brandi’s so-called grandfather.”

“Well,” Joe said, his curiosity satisfied, “since we can’t do anything more about that tonight, why don’t we get on with this movie?”

The others agreed. After another short discussion, the three finally agree on a movie and Joe put it in the player. Two hours later, after several pauses for popcorn and drinks, the movie was finished. The three tired youths stumbled off to bed, Joe in his bed, Brandi in Frank’s, and Frank on the couch. In no time at all, the three siblings were fast asleep.

Several hours later, Frank awakened. Had he heard something? Was he just imagining it? He couldn’t tell. He lay on the couch for a while trying to determine if he had actually heard something. He was about to go back to sleep when he glimpsed a shadowy figure sneaking into the living room where he was sleeping. He tensed and waited for the figure to get closer. The intruder stopped in front of him and Frank could see something in his hand. Frank suddenly realized that the item in the figure’s hand was a handkerchief. Instantly he deducted that the handkerchief was probably soaked in chloroform or a similar substance. He held his breath as the figure clamped the handkerchief over his mouth. Just for show, Frank struggled for a few seconds and then pretended to pass out. The intruder removed the handkerchief and then examined his prey. As the man looked at him, Frank heard him mutter a curse as he realized who he had attacked the wrong person. He did not have long to reflect on this though because Frank suddenly leapt off of the couch and attacked the man.

“Joe! Help!” Frank cried out as he grappled with the man. He managed to pin the attacker to the ground. Suddenly, as Frank held the man down, he felt a blow to the back of the head. He felt the blackness engulf him as he slumped to the floor.

Moments later, Joe ran into the room in response to Frank’s call. He discovered Frank lying unconscious on the floor. “Frank!” he called out in alarm. He rushed to his brother’s side and knelt on the floor. He shook his brother’s shoulders and chafed his wrists.

Frank groaned and moved his head just as Brandi came dashing into the room. “What happened?” she gasped in alarm at seeing Frank on the floor.

“I don’t know,” Joe told her. “But he’s coming around so we should know soon.”

Frank groaned again and tried to sit up. A wave of dizziness washed over him and he fell back onto the floor. “Take it easy,” Joe advised. “It looks like you’ve had a nasty blow.”

“What hit me?” Frank asked as he lay with his eyes closed.

“We were hoping you could tell us,” Joe replied.

Frank tried to think. “I remember that some guy came into the living room. He tried to drug me with chloroform or something, but I saw him coming and held my breath. After he thought I was unconscious, he looked more closely at me and I heard him swear as if he had got the wrong person.”

Frank paused and Brandi gasped. “He thought I would be on the couch!” she exclaimed. “I’ll bet he was trying to capture me!”

Let the author know what you think of this story

Home Library Authors Rogue's Gallery Vehicles Chums Message Board Rap Sheet Links Contact

Disclaimer

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.