Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Chet Morton heaved a sad sigh. Six months had gone by since she left. Once, again he wished things could have been different. That she could have stayed. But Chet knew the Hardys were right. The Network would have used her the same way the Assassins had wanted to.

A frown came to his face. Assassins. Chet wished he never heard of them or the Network. If it weren’t for them, Carolyn would still be here.

‘No, that’s not true,’ Chet thought. If the Assassins had never known about Carolyn’s telekinetic abilities, she never would have come to Bayport. Chet would have never met her….would have never fallen in love.

Chet looked out the window when he heard the familiar sounds of the mail truck. His heart thumped with excitement when the truck stopped in front of his mailbox. Jumping off the couch, Chet ran downstairs and out the door. He was hoping to hear from his cousin Mark.

Joe had warned Chet to keep up his normal correspondence with his cousin. Mr. Gray would probably have someone watching any mail that arrived for him, and Chet couldn't risk anyone finding out Carolyn’s whereabouts. With some reluctance, he wrote his usual twice-a-month letter to his cousin.

Chet found a large envelope addressed to him in the mailbox.

“Simmons Prize center,” he read. Ripping open the envelope, he found a prize award letter inside. “This is so cool! I’ve got to call Joe.”

On the opposite side of the road, a man stood concealed in a wooded area. He adjusted the earpiece he was wearing as he moved the small satellite dish in his hand. He listened quietly to the phone conversation. A few minutes later the man took out his cell phone.

“The package has been delivered. Yes, they know; they should be arriving on the specified date as planned. We’ll have the girl back soon and get rid of those annoying Hardy brothers as well.”

*******

The young girl sat in her room. Her once long brown hair was now cut short. No longer weighed down by its length, her hair curled softly around her face. Her soft blue eyes gazed sadly at the picture she held in her hands.

There was a knock on her door.

“Come in.”

“Carolyn, Mary Twofeathers is looking for you. She said she has something important to tell you. She’s waiting for you at the school yard.”

“Thanks, Mark. Have you…have you heard from Chet today?”

“Not today, but I should be hearing from him soon.”

Giving her a small smile, Mark left. Carolyn slipped on a pair of moccasins and went to meet with Mary Twofeathers. She wondered what Mary had to tell her. Did she have another dream?

Carolyn saw Mary Twofeathers sitting on a bench; her gray hair pulled into two braids that fell down her back. Mary turned her round weathered face and smiled at Carolyn.

“I knew you would come right away.”

“Of course, I would never offend an elder.”

“You are a good person, Carolyn. I wasn’t going to say anything but now I know that I must. I have been dreaming about you. At first I wasn’t sure if the dreams were about you, but I know now that they were.”

“What did you see? Are my friends in danger?”

Mary smiled at Carolyn. “You ask about your friends but not about yourself.”

Turning to look out at the horizon, Mary continued: “In my dream there is a spirit; this spirit is hard to see, it blends into its surroundings. He waits patiently for your return. There are three warriors. They are brave but one rushes in, never thinking about himself but only the safety of those he loves. The second, he waits, he thinks before he fights. The third, although brave, is a reluctant warrior. He fights because he knows it is the right thing to do.”

A sudden breeze caused them to shiver.

“There is another spirit; it has no soul. It waits. It plans. This spirit will call to you. It will call to the three warriors. It will use them…use them to get to you.”

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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.