hardy boys fan fiction

RAGING WATER RESCUE
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by

CQB & AAR-BEAR

Chapter 1

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

George Curtis looked at the water that was rising in the creek bed in front of their modest, two bedroom home.  The 16-year-old youth had lived his entire life here beside the small tributary that ran off of Dutchman Run, and he knew when it was time to prepare against flood waters.  

“We need to get the sand bags outta the shed, James,” George said, turning to face his 14-year-old brother.  James nodded. His almost black eyes were wide with apprehension as he glanced at the quickly rising water.  The two boys made their way to a run-down wooden shed behind their clapboard house.   

George pushed a rusted wheelbarrow out the door and they both began filling it with the brown sand bags that rested against the far wall.   

It was dirty, heavy work, but the two teenagers didn’t mind.  They were used to working hard and had the muscular builds to prove it.  It took nearly two hours, but when they were finished, the sand bags would make a strong barrier against the flood water.  

* * *

“Ugh! Looks like another beautiful day in Mudville, U.S.A.!” Callie Shaw complained, looking out the bedroom window of the rustic cabin.  

“Well, at least this cabin is nice,” Vanessa Bender said, trying to sound more cheerful, but even she wasn’t looking forward to another day cooped up in the cabin playing card games.  

The girls had come to the Adirondack Mountains with their boyfriends, Frank and Joe Hardy, and the boys’ parents, Fenton and Laura Hardy.  

Mrs. Hardy had rented the cabin, planning a family get-together with her sister, Catherine Preston’s, family. At the last minute, the Prestons regrettably had to cancel.  It was too late to back out of the rental agreement, so Laura suggested the boys invite their girlfriends to come along.  With two big bedrooms and a spacious loft, there would be plenty of room.  

However, all the planning in the world couldn’t control the weather and the first three days of their vacation had been shrouded in torrential rain.   

The girls emerged from their bedroom to find Mrs. Hardy already busy with breakfast.  They immediately pitched in to help.  

By the time the eggs and bacon were ready, Mr. Hardy had come out of the bedroom he shared with his wife and groans could be heard coming from the loft where Frank and Joe slept.  

As the group gathered around the table, everyone’s spirit seemed to be dragging, knowing they were stuck indoors again.  

“This is crazy,” Joe finally spoke up, running a hand through his wavy blond hair.  “I mean, its rain.  Are we going to melt if we go outside?”  

“Joe’s right,” Fenton smiled.  “Its still warm outside and we have rain gear with us.”  

“We could go hiking,” Laura suggested, getting encouraging smiles from her family and the girls.  

“Sounds like a plan!” Frank said, stretching his 6’ 1” frame as he stood. “Let’s gear up and hit the trails!”  

Mrs. Hardy and the girls hastily prepared some sandwiches and fruit to take along.  The two boys filled canteens with fresh water, while Mr. Hardy put together a first aid kit for the hike.  In less than an hour, the group headed for the mountain trails.  

* * *

All donned in nearly identical bright yellow rain ponchos and black, water-proof backpacks, the hikers looked like a row of ducks trudging through the muddy trails.  The going was tough as their hiking boots stuck in the mud.  Rain filled streams gushed down mountainsides, obliterating the trail in many places.  

After about an hour, Laura and Fenton turned back, but the four teenagers decided to go on awhile longer.   

“Look, the rain’s letting up a bit,” Vanessa said.   

“She’s right,” Frank echoed, “the rain has slowed down.”

As they continued walking, the rain diminished to a slight, annoying drizzle.  

Joe and Vanessa, encouraged by the clearing weather, quickly moved ahead of Frank and Callie and were soon out of sight.  

“If you get lost, I’m not coming to find you!” Frank yelled, hearing Joe’s voice in the distance.  

“Oh, yes you will!” Joe called back. “Your life would be too boring without me!”  

As he and Callie climbed over a small rise on the path, Frank heard rushing water.  His heart caught in his throat for a minute as he imaged his impetuous brother rushing to investigate.   

He sighed as he caught sight of Joe and Vanessa up ahead. The young couple sat on a rock under a large oak tree, sharing an apple.  They were obviously, waiting for Frank and Callie to catch up.  

“Cal, let’s make them wait a bit,” Frank grinned.  “It’ll teach them a lesson for taking off without us.”  Callie nodded in agreement and they snuck off the side of the path, into the woods.  They started making their way around Joe and Vanessa, planning to sneak up on them from the opposite side.  

The sound of the rushing water was getting closer as Frank and Callie circled around the trail.   

“Whoa!” Frank exclaimed as he rounder a large boulder.  Not three feet from him was a muddy, tumultuous current of water racing by.   

“Look,” Callie said, pointing to a blue metal sign strapped to a nearby tree.  “It must be called Dutchman Run.  I bet it’s not usually this big.”  

“No,” the dark-haired youth agreed, “I’m sure it’s being fed by all those washouts we crossed; just too much rain for this little creek to hold.  

“We’d better get going or Jo- o- o-…” Frank never finished his sentence.  As he turned to move around the boulder, the soft, water-saturated earth beneath his feet crumbled away. Frank and Callie both slid down in the mud toward the raging water.  

Callie screamed and reached out for anything she could grab.  Her right arm hit a small tree and she wrapped her hand around it.  

Callie jerked to a stop and looked around her.  The torrent of brown water was just inches below her feet and Frank was no where in sight.  

“Frank!  FRANK!!” Callie desperately called.  

“Callie! Frank!  Where are you?” Joe Hardy ran through the woods towards the sound of Callie’s voice, with Vanessa on his heels.  

“Joe! Be careful!” Callie called, hearing her friends approaching.  

Joe slid to a stop and saw Callie hanging onto a small tree above a rushing river of debris filled water.  He looked around frantically for any sign of his 18-year-old brother.  Joe felt a lump in his throat as he imaged where Frank was.  

Taking a deep breath, Joe set about the business at hand: rescuing Callie before her strength gave out.  He opened his backpack and removed a coil of rope.  He securely tied one end to a tree and formed a loop at the other end.  

“Cal, I’m gonna toss this to you,” Joe stated, swaying the rope. “Put it around you, under your arms and I’ll pull you up.”  Callie nodded and reached for the rope, snatching it with her left hand.  She slid it around her and looked up at Joe.  

Joe saw the pain and sorrow in Callie’s eyes as she gazed at him.  He bit back his own anguish as he heaved on the rope and pulled her to safety.  

Callie fell into Joe’s arms and cried, sobbing against his chest.  Vanessa moved closer and encompassed both Joe and Callie with her outstretched arms, as tears coursed down her own cheeks.  

Joe looked at Vanessa and said, “Take Callie back to the cabin.  Just follow the trail the way we came.  Tell my parents what happened and that I’m headed down steam to see if I can find Frank.”  

Vanessa wanted to protest, but she knew it would be useless by the determined look in her boyfriend’s deep blue eyes.  She gently kissed Joe’s cheek and admonished him to be careful.

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