hardy boys fan fiction
SHOT IN THE DARK
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CQB
Chapter 7
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
"Buck used me and he lied to me," she said, tears running down her cheeks. "I’m gonna get the kid outa here if he’s still alive!" Rita vowed.
Joe Hardy lay on the twin bed face down. His wrists and ankles were securely tied to the four corners of the bed frame. He had spent a very restless night, in and out of consciousness. He was surprised when the light of morning came, that he was still alive. The beating by Buck had been relentless. Joe had tried not to cry out, but as the beating continued, and the pain intensified, he began screaming. His throat now felt raw and he figured he probably didn’t have any voice left. He drifted off in a fevered sleep, wondering if he would ever wake up again.
* * * * *
Biff Hooper and Chet Morton couldn’t believe their eyes. There was a red pick-up truck in front of the Hardy’s house!
"There’s Frank!" cried Chet, pointing to the neighbor’s yard, "What’s going on?" Biff stopped the car and both boys ran toward the scene before them.
Biff helped Mike pull Frank off of Billy, who sat dazed on the ground after Frank had decked him with a right-handed upper cut to Billy’s jaw. Frank could hardly be contained as he tried to lunge for Billy again.
"Where’s my brother!? What have you done to Joe?" Frank ranted in Billy’s direction. Chet, who had started to help Billy to his feet, dropped him again when he heard Frank’s words.
Meanwhile, the Prito boys, along with Callie and Vanessa had arrived, joining the group in the Anderson’s yard.
"What’s going on?" Callie cried, seeing Frank’s bloody knuckles and Billy’s bloody mouth.
"That’s what I’d like to know as well," came the authoritive voice of Fenton Hardy as he strove across the lawn. "Franklin Joshua Hardy, you’d better have a good explanation for this behavior!"
"Ask him!" Frank raved, glaring at Billy, "Ask him who’s truck delivered Joe’s bloody shirt to our mailbox! Ask him whose stinking truck is sitting in front of our house right now!!"
By now, Laura and Gertrude Hardy had come to see what all the commotion was about. They ran to Billy and helped him to his feet.
"I-I d-didn’t do anything!" Billy sobbed, "I-I’d never hurt Joe! Never!"
Mr. Hardy took charge. He asked the girls to take Mrs. Hardy and Aunt Gertrude into the kitchen. Chet and Biff were to take Frank into the living room and keep him away from Billy, who was to be taken by Tony and Nic into the family room. Everyone was to stay put until the police arrived.
Fenton then asked Mike a few questions about the truck. Convinced that it was the truck used to deliver Joe’s shirt, Mr. Hardy called the police on his cell phone.
"Ezra, you’d better get over to my place and bring a crime scene unit with you," Mr. Hardy demanded, "I believe we have the vehicle here that delivered the package that contained Joe’s shirt."
* * * * *
Joe Hardy woke up. His raw back was on fire and someone was putting warm water on it, causing him to moan. He painfully turned his head and focused on Rita’s concerned face.
"Oh thank God!" she said, gently stroking Joe’s flushed cheek. She looked into Joe’s dark, blue eyes and smiled, "I thought you’d never wake up, Sugar!"
"W-where’s Uncle B-Buck?" Joe asked in a hoarse whisper.
"He left last night and hasn’t come back. Oh Sugar, you gotta believe me, Buck said this was a joke on your Daddy. He told me it was just for fun. He lied to me and I was stupid enough to fall for it!" Rita implored. "We’re gonna get outta here before that jerk gets back!"
"I-I c-can’t," Joe barely whispered. Rita looked at the boy’s torn up back, bloody socks and bruised wrists. She knew he was right and she would never be able to reach help in time. Buck would surely be returning soon.
Rita suddenly smiled and said, "I’ve got it, Sugar!" before disappearing out the door.
Joe tried to move and realized he was no longer tied to the bed. He used all the energy he could muster to push himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. As soon as he was up, he knew it had been a mistake as the room began to spin. Just then, Rita appeared and eased him back down on the bed on his side, so he could see her better. It bothered her that the boy’s face was flushed and his skin was warm.
"Look here, Sugar," she said, trying to sound cheerful, hiding her concern, "I knew Buck left without his coat last night, and he usually keeps this in the coat pocket!" Rita held up a cell phone in triumph. Despite the circumstances, Joe Hardy smiled.
"Who should I call? The police?" Rita asked.
"C-call Frank," the boy said, "Call my b-brother." Joe recited Frank’s cell phone number as Rita dialed.
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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors 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.