hardy boys fan fiction
IT'S
ALL RELATIVE
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by
CQB
Chapter 26
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
“This
is it,” Frank Hardy announced, peering up at the large apartment
building that loomed before him. He
opened the car door, but stopped suddenly.
“You
alright, Frank?” Luke Martin asked.
He had just stepped out of the back door of the car when he saw a
pained expression on Frank’s face.
“Ow!”
the dark-haired Hardy brother cried.
He tenderly rubbed his left side.
“Did
you pull a muscle or something?” Luke queried, moving closer to his
friend. Chet Morton joined
Luke and peered at Frank with concern.
As
quickly as the pain had come, it was gone.
Frank rubbed his ribs again, but the pain had completely
disappeared.
“Phantom
pain,” Frank muttered with a deep frown.
He glanced at his two friends.
“I think Joe is hurt. I’m
betting that he hurt his side somehow.”
“His
arm, too,” Chet agreed with a nod.
“What?”
Frank looked puzzled.
“You
kept rubbing your arm on the way over here,” the plump boy explained.
“So I’m guessing Joe might have hurt his arm.”
Luke
shook his head. He still
couldn’t quite understand how the Hardy brothers could feel
each other’s pain or sense
each others thoughts, but he no longer doubted it.
He had seen the supernatural phenomenon enough to know that it was
very real.
“Let’s
go see Captain Lucas,” Frank smiled.
In his heart, he was feeling some relief.
Pain meant Joe was alive. Wherever
his little brother was, Joe was very much alive.
‘Hang
on Joe, I’ll find you. I promise!’
*
* *
Joe
Hardy, however, was feeling no relief at all.
His side and arm were throbbing despite the fact that someone had
carefully taped his rib cage and make a splint for his broken arm.
Biting
his lip to keep from crying out, Joe managed to pull himself into a
sitting position on the bed. He
recognized the nautical motif and cringed.
‘Okay,
Hardy,’ Joe prepped himself, ‘Get to your feet and move!’
The teenager got to his feet and held on to the edge of the bed
for dear life. The pain was
almost overwhelming.
Taking
a few deep breaths, Joe forced himself to move to the bathroom.
When he emerged a few minutes later, he reached in and turned the
lock. Then Joe staggered to the walk-in closet and retrieved a fresh set
of clothes. Gritting his
teeth, he dressed as fast as his battered body allowed.
‘Got
to get to that helicopter pad,’ he told himself.
Joe knew it was his only chance of escape.
Once dressed, he glanced longingly at the door.
It would be easier and much less painful, but too risky.
With
a sigh of resignation, Joe made his way to the window again.
He forced it open with his right arm and climbed out.
The four foot drop may as well of been ten.
Joe landed hard and fought to keep from passing out from the
jarring pain.
He
leaned against the stucco wall, trying to refocus, but felt his face
flush as a cascade of tears fell from his eyes.
He brushed them away impatiently with his good hand.
‘Man,
that hurt!’ Joe swallowed hard and found his determination fading fast.
‘I can’t do this! I
can’t even stand up!’ He
hung his head in despair, but sat up straight as the familiar sound of
his brother’s voice echoed in his mind – ‘Hang on Joe, I’ll find
you. I Promise!’
With
new resolve, Joe pushed himself up against the wall and began trekking
toward the chopper pad behind the house again.
*
* *
“This
is unbelievable, Sam!” Fenton Hardy stared at the papers laid out on
the Radley’s kitchen table.
“I
never dreamed things would head in this direction either,” Sam
commented, rubbing his chin absently.
“I know you had some reservations about the man, but to think he
may be involved in kidnapping Joe…well, it seems too bizarre.”
“Robert
Daniels liked Joe. He spent
more time with Joe than with the rest of us,” Fenton recalled.
“Maybe
he decided he liked Joe too much,” Sam pondered.
“What if he just decided to unofficially make Joe his own?”
“Robert
seemed so nice,” interjected Ethel Radley.
She’d been listening to Fenton and Sam from the kitchen doorway.
“Maybe he bribed Joe or something?”
“Good
thought, Eth,” Sam smiled at his wife, “but we already know Joe was
taken against his will. He
was tranquilized.”
“Right,”
Ethel agreed. She bent and
kissed Sam on the head. “That’s
why you’re the detective and I’m the lowly detective’s wife.”
The
exchange brought a smile to Fenton Hardy’s lips.
He appreciated Sam and Ethel’s friendship very much.
Ethel gave Fenton’s shoulder a brief squeeze before she left the
room. “I’m praying for Joe’s safe return, Fent.”
“You
know,” Sam said as he watched his wife depart, “something Eth just
said…Robert bought some things for Joe while he was here visiting.
If he took Joe and Joe wasn’t able to bring anything with
him…”
“Robert
would spare no expense to get Joe anything he’d need!” Fenton
concluded the thought.
“I’ll
put a trace on Robert Daniels credit cards right away,” Sam grinned.
“Great,”
Fenton nodded, “and I’ll check with Sam Peterson in New York City
about the relationship
you discovered between Robert Daniels and Roger Davis!”
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