Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

The brothers lay on the floor, side by side, bleeding and about to give up hope. The little girl was held fast between Garret and Jared, and those silver eyes were beginning to dull into a dim gray. Frank glanced at her, and was surprised to see a lone tear sliding down her face. What was happening to this girl; this strength, this little flower that had done her very best to save himself and his little brother? This rock, so tough and ready to face anything head on, was melting down into a desperate pool of tears, and now Frank could feel even the tiniest sliver of hope slip through his fingers and out of his grasp. He couldn't help but wonder, Why are you doing this to us? Why did you abandon us, Hope?

At that moment, their eyes locked, and Frank knew that somehow, someway, she had heard his thoughts, or perhaps could tell what he was thinking by looking in his eyes. Either way, her own surreal eyes sent him a message that was perfectly clear. I didn't abandon you. You abandoned me.

And he knew it was true. They had given up on hope, and in doing so, they had given up on Hope. Suddenly, he was looking at this little girl with a new fascination; in a new light. She wasn't a normal child; he had known that from the very beginning, but she wasn't just that--she was supernatural. An angel, Heaven's Host, hope in human form. She had come to save them from the fate that had taken so many others because they had given up hope so early. And they were no better.

The killer was walking toward them now, slowly, grinning his manical grin. "Before you die, you shall know why your end has come upon you." He scoffed, then added. "It all has to do with your hearts. Your ugly, horrible, demented hearts."

Joe let out a strangled groan and Frank knew without a doubt that his heart wouldn't last much longer if they didn't get medical help soon. As a matter of fact, Frank's was beating so hard against his rib cage, he was beginning to think the same about himself. He stole another glance at Hope, but in this light, perhaps the prospect of death staring him so vividly in the face, she was different. Her eyes were glowing, and her skin was shimmering in the dimsal and dark room. He looked at her, and saw hope in its true form. Suddenly, he knew that it wasn't too late. They could still win this thing. Joe moaned and looked in her direction. His eyes widened. So he saw it too. However, Betty, Garret, Jared, or the killer didn't seem to see the change in this angelic creature.

The killer continued. "You know, deep down, that you are no better than me. No! You are worse; you are the vilest form of life on this earth. I am in complete control of you and your fate, and that makes me god. And it is god's job to deliver judgement to those who deserve it. And you most definitely deserve it."

Frank was startled as his brother started to speak, his voice still cracking, gasping for breath, but he seemed to be a bit stronger. More hopeful. Confident. "What have we done that is so horrible we deserved all of this?"

The killer laughed, a high-pitched laugh of a mentally disturbed psycho. "You have done everything! Anything! You have killed! Raped!"

"And what makes you say that?" Joe asked. This time, there were no raspy gasps of breath. Just confidence.

"Every time you look at another woman in interest, you have molested her! When you hate, you kill! Every time you think a thought, it is purely from your heart!" He took a deep breath lathered in pleasure and adrenaline, anticipating the killing that he always looked so forward to. "Everything you saw here is true; this game is a reflection of the evil embedded in your own hearts and souls, and that is why you deserve to die!"

"No," Joe said said simply. His eyes were still on Hope, and to Frank's immense surprise, his younger brother stood to his feet--obviously in pain, but ready to face this vile killer anyway.

"No? Are you refusing to die, you miserable Sinner?" He chuckled. "I don't believe that you have much control over the situation."

"Do I not?" Joe asked. Frank looked up at him, and suddenly, it seemed like his brother was shining too; his blue eyes flashed even brighter with a supernatural fire, and he said, "You can do nothing to me. We may be sinners, but so is the rest of the world. And let's think for a moment--you hate evil and want to snuff it out by destroying human life. You think you are a god. But who gave you that position?"

"I was born with that position!" the killer snarled.

Frank began to fill with the same hope and confidence that his brother was displaying. Slowly, he rose to his feet and put his arm around Joe's shoulders. "That's what you have convinced yourself. But if you actually think about it, you were born for a greater evil. Destruction, in the end. You want to snuff out evil? The only true evil I see here is you."

Joe smiled at his brother, and Frank returned it with his own grin. Joe said. "You can't take us! If you want to destroy evil, you have to look inside yourself!"

The killer's eyes widened. Joe knew he had hit home. Finally, the killer understood. He was just thinking about when a good time to jump this guy was, but then he did something completely unexpected. He pulled a gun from his robe and pulled the trigger. The bullet thudded into little Hope's heart, and she slumped to the ground with a low moan. Frank and Joe screamed in protest, but the killer moved the gun again.

However, instead of pointing it at the boys, he took it to his own head and pulled the trigger.

The killer fell to a lump on the ground.

He was dead, gone forever by the force of his own weapon, but he had taken Hope with him. Betty, Garret, and Jared had disappeared, but at the moment, Frank and Joe didn't care in the least what had become of them. They fell to their knees next to the child that had saved them, blood covering her white dress, tears falling from their faces.

Then they turned away in grief. When they felt a tap on their shoulder, they spun around. There was little Hope, her dress spotless and skin glowing. Her eyes had turned a deep green, and her smile was beautiful.

"You did it--you conquered evil with his own game! You restored hope and set me free!" She stood on her tiptoes and gave each boy a tender kiss on the cheek, and Joe stammered, "Are--are you and angel or something like that?"

She grinned. "Something like that." She winked at him and added, "By the way, Iola says hi. She can't wait to see you again on the other side." Frank and Joe stared at each other, wide eyed. But when they turned to thank her, she was gone.

Hope was gone physically, but they knew that as long as there were good people on the earth, hope and love would always prevail.

Smiling, Frank put an arm around Joe's shoulder. "Let's go home, little brother."

Joe nodded his agreement. "Yes, Siree, there's no place like home after a rousing game of Cat and Mouse!"

THE END

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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.