Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

"I’m hoping that the sudden storm helped us there," Frank said, looking into his brother’s deep, blue eyes. "That thunder and lightening struck at just the right time. I’m thinking that with his warped fantasy, he’ll think that was God’s wrath descending on Reedville."

Frank wearily rubbed his face with his hands and checked his watch. ‘Almost one a.m. No wonder I’m feeling so drained,’ he thought. He and Joe had left their hometown of Bayport, early the previous morning.

Frank hoped that Trista had come through and reinforcements were on the way. He really had an urgent desire to just see his dad. Frank sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the storm growing outside the clapboard building.

Joe was tired, too, but he also had some pent-up nervous energy that needed a release. Were the Murphys safe? Where did ‘Judas’ go? Was he coming back? Joe started pacing up and down the center aisle.

* * *

‘I must destroy what they created. It’s the only way.’ Suddenly he smiled. He would destroy the church and maybe both of the boys in it with one swift blow. "It will be a glorious finale, and perhaps my brother Judas will rejoice with me!"

* * *

"How much longer?" Fenton Hardy asked for the third time. Srgt. Hank Clayton smiled patiently. If it were his own kids in trouble, he’d be trying to break the sound barrier to help them.

"We should be in sight of Reedville in about 10 minutes, Sir," Hank replied, "Then we’ll get as close as we can to touch down."

* * *

"I just got a radio call from the Army Reserve station in Scranton. Apparently, they know what’s going on in Reedville and they’re heading that way, too," Captain Duane Carpenter of the Pennsylvania State Police radioed to the two patrol cars following his. "Look lively lads! We don’t want those reservists showing us up."

* * *

Frank Hardy had been resting his head on his knees, fighting to stay awake, when Joe’s voice cut through his sleepy mind.

"Wha..? You say something, Joe?"

"Yeah. Do you hear that rumbling?" Joe asked. He was about half way up the center aisle, facing the south wall of the church.

"It’s probably thunder or maybe subsidence," Frank suggested, trying to focus on the sound Joe was talking about. He rose to his feet and started walking down the side aisle, closest to the south wall.

"I don’t think so," Joe replied, cocking his head to hear the noise better. "It almost sounds like…" Joe froze.

"Frank! Run!" Joe shouted as the rumbling grew louder.

Frank recognized the sound at about the same time as Joe. It was the sound of a powerful car engine and it was headed right for the church building. Frank ran several yards toward the front of the church, then dove the last few feet, throwing his hands over his head as a blue Chevy sedan came crashing through the south wall of the church.

Joe had turned to the front of the church, but knew the car was coming too fast. He’d never make it. Instead, he flew to the floor between the pews, hoping they would offer him some protection. The crash was deafening and Joe tried to cover his head as wood, glass, shingles and bricks rained all around him.

* * *

Srgt. Clayton had set the helicopter down in an empty field on the edge of Reedville. He and Mr. Hardy exited the ‘copter and began the trek toward the town, when an explosive crash resounded across the field.

"We’d better pick up the pace, Sir," Clayton advised, "That didn’t sound like a welcoming band." Fenton Hardy hadn’t heard a word the reservist said, he was too busy running across the field.

* * *

Joe struggled to his knees, trying to get his bearings. What happened? He pushed aside some boards and looked up to see a late model Chevy sitting precariously atop of broken pews and wreckage from what had been the south wall.

Turning away from the wreck, he tried to figure out where he’d last seen Frank. He started to pull himself onto his feet when he heard a noise behind him.

The broken two-by-four caught Joe on his left temple. He staggered forward and dropped back to his knees, but didn’t fall. A sharp pain to his head and neck told him that someone had grabbed hold of his hair.

Joe fought against the darkness that was threatening to consume him, but lost the battle after a second blow was delivered to the back of his head. Joe caught a brief glimpse of the blond man they called ‘Judas’, smiling at him before he blacked out.

Frank wriggled out from under a pile of debris, trying to piece together what had just happened. He painfully got to his knees and peered around the room. Other than the growling of thunder outside, all was silent.

Frank tried to remember exactly where Joe had been standing when the car crashed through the wall. His heart nearly stopped as he looked toward the center of the room where the car had landed.

"Joe," Frank said softly, wondering if his brother was alive under all the rubble that filled the center aisle where Joe had been just moments before.

Frank tried to stand, but collapsed in pain, grabbing his left leg. He carefully lifted his pant leg and grimaced. The leg was definitely broken.

"Great!" Frank murmured, trying to figure out how he was going to dig for Joe when he couldn’t even walk. He looked up suddenly as a noise from the rubble caught his attention.

"Joe? Is that you?" Frank called out.

"See my brother, Judas?" cried the man in black, "All is not lost! We will still reign tonight!"

Frank stared in shocked silence as he watched ‘Judas’ dragging his unconscious brother toward the front of the church.

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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.