hardy boys fan fiction

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Chapter 7
hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

Joe Hardy had barely moved, but the pain shot up his arms and neck like red-hot arrows.

"Ow!" he managed to groan as he slowly opened his eyes. His hands were tightly bound behind his back to a chair. His ankles were bound securely to the front legs of the chair. "What in the world have I gotten myself into this time?" Joe asked himself, out loud.

"Joe!" cried a voice behind him, "You’re finally awake. I thought they killed you ‘til I heard you moaning. Man, I’m glad you’re not dead!"

"Yeah, me too, Davy. Is Lindsey here?" Joe asked, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

"No," Davy Preston replied, "She’s at Granddad’s. She went inside while you were still asleep. She musta’ thought I was asleep, too."

Joe let out a sigh. At least Lindsey wasn’t here, but he still needed to get himself and Davy out of here before their captors returned. Joe began working at the knots that bound his wrists.

"Do you know what happened?" he asked Davy as he worked at his bonds.

"I heard Linz leave. But then the back door of the van opened and I thought she was coming in to wake me." Davy said, "Instead, some guy put a smelly rag on my face and I went right to sleep."

Just as Joe was beginning to make progress with his bonds, the door in front of him opened.

"Well, well! The nosey brats have awakened!" said a man of medium height, with a stocky build and very dark, curly hair. His eyes were almost black and he had a dark, olive complexion. Behind him came an older woman of about 60 years of age. She had thick, white hair, glasses and was tall for a woman, about 5’ 9".

Suddenly, Joe’s cell phone played notes from the Gilligan’s Island theme song. He jumped at the sound and looked at his captors. The man roughly pulled the phone from Joe’s jacket pocket. He threw it on the floor and smashed the device to pieces with his heel.

"My dear," said the woman, walking up to Joe and looking him over carefully, "You do look very much like her!" The woman stroked Joe’s blond hair and he tried to pull away.

"Don’t worry dear," she said, smiling at the boy’s futile attempt to get away from her touch; she laced her fingers through his hair and pulled tight, making Joe cringe in pain. "This will all be over rather quickly." she continued, "It’s really too bad you’ve found each other. Now people will have to die."

* * *

Lindsey Preston had come back outside to wake the boys, but was now frantic. Who was that man driving Joe’s van? Were Joe and Davy all right? She ran back inside her grandparent’s home toward the phone. Just as she was about to pick it up to call the police, the phone rang. Lindsey screamed, but then composed herself and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she tentatively asked.

* * *

"Something is definitely wrong," Frank said with a worried frown creasing his handsome face, "I’ve got to call Dad!"

"I think I’ll go use the payphone and try to call my grandparents’ house," offered Kendall, equally worried about his sister, "Maybe they are already there."

* * *

Fenton and Laura Hardy had just returned from a dinner date when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Mrs. Hardy answered pleasantly.

"Mom?" Frank said into the phone, "Is Dad there? I really need to talk to him!"

"Yes, Sweetie," she replied, noting the urgency in her eldest son’s voice. She handed the receiver to her husband with a worried frown creasing her pretty face.

"It’s Frank," she said, "Something is wrong, I just know it!"

Fenton tried to give his wife a reassuring smile, but knew in his heart that if Frank was upset, something must be wrong. Of his two sons, Frank was usually very level-headed and relied on putting together facts and clues to solve problems. Joe was much more impetuous and emotional, often thinking with his heart instead of his head. He relied often on instinct and intuition.

"Son," Fenton began cautiously, "What seems to be the problem?"

Frank explained his sudden impression that Joe was in danger, and then relayed the problem with the cell phone. Before he could continue, Kendall returned looking worried and pale.

"Frank," Kendall interrupted, "Joe’s been kidnapped! Linz saw a man with a dark complexion drive off in your van. Joe an-and my kid brother Davy were still inside!"

Frank dropped the phone and slammed his fist on the table, "I knew it!" Mark Daniels heard his brother-in-laws frantic voice calling through the dropped phone. Mark filled Fenton in on the distressing news. Fenton asked Mark to put Jack Wayne on the phone.

"Jack," Fenton urgently began, "I’m going to get your friend, Connor, to fly me to Alcott. You get Frank and Kendall there as soon as possible...and Jack," Mr. Hardy continued, "Watch those boys!"

"You got it Chief!" replied Jack, turning off the phone, he said, "Frank, we’re going to Alcott to find your brother!"

"Wait!" cried Mike Daniels, "You can’t leave until you get the information you came here for!"

"It’s not important anymore, Uncle Mike!" answered a distraught Frank Hardy, "Joe needs me!"

"It is important!" countered Mike, "because it may be the very reason Joe and Davy are in trouble!"

Frank sat back down and stared at his uncle. Mike sighed and took a deep breath.

"We had another sister besides your mother, Laura," he began, "She was born when I was 8."

"For years," Mark continued where Mike had left off, "we believed she had died at birth. When we were all in our teens, we got curious. Like you and Joe, we were a pretty inquisitive pair."

Mike picked up the tale, "To make a long story short, we finally got our dad to tell us the truth. Our baby sister had been stolen from the hospital nursery just 24 hours after she was born. There was never a ransom demand. The baby just disappeared."

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