Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

He was shaking. He always began to tremble when victory was in sight. He was about to win. He knew it. There was no way they could beat him now. He stared down at the two bloody teens lying at his feet. The oldest one was trying to put on a brave face to protect his younger brother. Scenes like this, which would both horrify and touch the hearts of most, amused him.

He felt the power surge through his body, making his muscles tingle. The power of winning. The power of justice. The power of giving the scum of the earth exactly what it deserved. Judgment.

*****

Frank stared up at him, seeing nothing but a terrifying form in a black cloak. He hadn’t begun to speak yet, to tell them the purpose of the game. He just stood there, shaking and quivering, like a dangerous machine on overload. Frank looked at his brother, whose blue eyes were squeezed tight in pain and from the strain of breathing.

“Joe,” he said softly, half expecting him to burst out in a fit of rage and violence at his action. But he just stood there, trembling.

Joe’s eyes opened a crack. “Frank…I…I…” he broke once more into a coughing fit, and then went on painfully, “…love you. I’m…sorry—” he couldn’t go on. It hurt too much.

“Sorry for what little brother?” Frank croaked. “Listen, despite what lies he has fed you, I love you, and nothing—nothing,” he repeated forcefully for emphasis, “—will ever change that.” He reached over and felt for his brother’s hand, coated in sticky blood.

Tears were running down Joe’s face. “I don’t want to die, Frank,” he whispered. Each word was pain-laced and labored. “Not here. Not now. And I…don’t want…you to…die…” He tried to take a deep breath to control his sobs, but was hampered by a coughing fit. He began to heave up blood as Frank watched, horrified and helpless. Unable to roll over, Joe began to choke. “I can’t breathe Frank,” he gurgled, panicking.

He just stood there, watching the scene with apparent indifference, laughing. It made Frank sick. “Help him!” he screamed harshly, tears clouding his vision. “He’s drowning in his own blood!”

*****

He stopped laughing. Glared down at the helpless boy, slowly choking on his own blood. He began to shake even more. This was beautiful. This was what the game was all about.

He frowned. But he hadn’t explained what the game was about. They didn’t deserve to know why they had to die; nonetheless, he was a merciful man. He would tell them before they got what they really deserved.

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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.