Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Frank felt something hot splash onto his hand, glancing down he found that his hands were trembling and he had spilled some coffee on himself. Taking a deep calming breath, Frank placed the coffee cups on the computer desk.

Frank found himself speechless; a small part of him wondered what Joe would say about Frank Hardy being rendered speechless. That one thought helped to calm Frank’s nerves, he turned to Joanna.

“Could you please explain why you’re sister has my face plastered all over her wall, not to mention framed and standing against the wall, lying on the floor!”

“I’m so sorry Frank. Dr. Lewis told me she was in remission. If I had caught on sooner….I’m so sorry.”

“Joanna, you’re not making any sense. Is Alice ill? Does she have some kind of incurable disease?”

“No,” Joanne whispered sadly. “Alice is schizophrenic.”

*****

Charles was a few steps away from the door, Alice hadn’t moved so Charles decided to take a chance and he ran. As he ran past Alice, Charles felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm. At first he thought that Alice had fired the tranquilizer gun, until he felt something warm running down his arm. Charles realized that Alice had stabbed him when he saw the blood on his hand.

In his shock, Charles had come to a stop, then Alice screamed as she came after him with the knife. That broke Charles out of his shock, he quickly ran towards the stairs.

As Joe drove the VW bug closer to the Pollitt house, he thought the house looked a lot better than the last time he had seen it. It seemed so long ago when he and Frank, along with their father had helped stop a smuggling ring. Joe wondered who owned the Pollitt house now; the property seemed to be well taken care of.

Joe saw Alice’s car parked by the side of the house, he parked behind it.

“Callie, stay in the car, if I don’t come out in ten minutes call for help.”

“There is no way I’m letting you go in there alone.”

Callie unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, with an exasperated sigh, Joe jumped out. He ran over to Callie as she was going up the porch steps.

“Callie, wait a second! I know you think I’m being the macho protective guy here….okay maybe I am.” Joe said as he caught the look Callie gave him. A mischievous smile crossed Joe’s face.“But I’m also trying to protect myself from Frank.”

“What are you talking about Joe Hardy!”

“You know Frank would inflect serious bodily harm to me if you got hurt!”

“I’ll tell you what, Joe. If I get hurt, I promise to tell Frank that I forced you to let me go with you.”

Before Joe could make a reply, they heard Alice scream.

******

“Schizophrenic, Alice is schizophrenic?”

“Yes, she was diagnosed when she was a young girl. At first our parents just thought that Alice had a very vivid imagination. But then Alice became more and more delusional. She was ten, just ten years old Frank. I had just turned twenty; Alice was committed to a mental institute. Our parents died a few years later, Alice got better with the help of certain medications and therapy. Just before she came here, Alice had a relapse. Dr. Lewis started her on a new drug, olanzapine and she seemed to be doing so much better.”

“Alice isn’t taking her olanzapine is she?”

“No, I found four full bottles. But the way she’s been obsessing over you, I’m sure Alice hasn’t been taking her medication for at least five or six months.”

Frank immediately thought about the missing students, he didn’t want to believe that Alice would be capable of such a terrible crime.

“Joanne, there have been several students who have disappeared and later found dead.”

“Don’t, don’t ask me that! I know what you’re thinking but Alice would never….could never kill someone!”

“Joanne, what if I tell you that the people who have been killed, they in some way resemble my brother and girlfriend. Would Alice hurt someone that she thought was keeping her away from me?”

Joanna burst into tears; there was no denying it now. Turning up her tear stained face, Joanne whispered on word.

“Yes.”

*****

Charles thought he had made it when he reached the stairs, as he began his decent…..Alice plunged the knife in the back of his shoulder. Charles let out a scream as the pain coursed through his body. Still Charles ran, holding onto the railing.

Joe pushed Callie to the side as he ran into the house, he wasn’t surprised when he was able to open the front door.

“Help me! Please help me!” Charles yelled when he saw Joe and Callie.

Charles tumbled down the rest of the stairs, Joe caught him before Charles fell to the floor. Joe saw Alice standing at the top of the stairs, holding a knife that was dripping with blood.

“Get him out of here Callie!”

“I’m not leaving without you Joe!”

“Callie he needs a doctor! I can handle Alice. Now….GO!”

With her arm around Charles’ waist, Callie helped him out to her car. But Callie didn’t put Charles in the passenger seat.

“Think you can drive and get help?”

“I…I think so….you’re not going back in there are you? She’s crazy!”

“That’s why I’m going back. I can’t leave my friend in there.”

Slamming the car door shut, Callie ran back into the house.

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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.