Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Frank squeezed his eyes shut, hoping and praying that when he opened them again, there would be no body on the floor; that his brother would be fine. He opened his bloodshot brown eyes and let out the loudest scream of anguish that had ever parted from his lips.

*****

It was dark. He didn’t know where he was. But he was somewhere.

He didn’t know how he had gotten here. All he knew was that he was here. Wherever here was.

The last thing he remembered was feeling something hit him. And then falling into unconsciousness’s welcoming arms. And now…

Well, now, he was here.

*****

Frank fell to his knees over his brother’s body, gasping. “Joe…you can’t be gone…I…I need you…I love you…” He set his jaw and stood up, his heart weighing him down. He wanted to stay here, but he wanted to get away. And he knew what he had to do. “I’m going to kill whoever did this to you, Joe,” he vowed before taking one last look at his baby brother and striding out into the house.

*****

“Are you sure you weren’t imagining things?” Betty wanted to know. “Like with your little girlfriend?”

Frank gritted his teeth angrily. “I told you, I don’t know what I saw before. But now…” His voice cracked dangerously. “My little brother has been brutally murdered. He is lying in a pool of his own blood! And I am getting justice. And then…then I’m going to…” He sighed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do anything worthwhile again.”

Betty looked at him, almost sympathetically, then glanced around cautiously. “Garret and Jared aren’t anywhere nearby,” she said. “They wouldn’t approve of me doing this. But show me the body.”

*****

A light flickered on above him. It was feeble, but at least he could see a bit.

A figure stepped out of the shadows. It was a man, at least seven feet tall, wearing a mask to cover his face. A black cloak hung around his shoulders. It spoke in the same high, cold voice that had sounded through the house earlier.

“You joined me early,” it said.

He blinked, confused.

“Of course, you, apparently, have a horrible, demented past. It wasn’t hard to break you.”

He tried to speak, to tell the man that he could never be broken. But no sound would come out.

“Since you came early, I will reward you.” There was a faint, evil laugh. “Would you like to hear more of my poem?” Without waiting for an answer, the man said, “‘Monsters come out. They scream and shout.”

The man disappeared into the shadows, and suddenly, he was surrounded. There was Iola, her black hair flying behind her. A mad rage in her eyes, she advanced. She was holding a dagger. Frank. He was there. He looked angry. He was holding a gun. And there was Chet Morton. Biff Hooper. Callie Shaw. Vanessa Bender. They were all lived. And they were all advancing, chanting together as if one: “‘As your mind takes control, you can’t see inside of your soul.’”

He turned and ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but anywhere had to be better than here.

Footsteps pounded behind him as he fled.

And he couldn’t run any faster.

*****

“He’s gone. I can’t believe it.”

“You imagined it,” Betty said.

Frank and Betty had returned to the bathroom only to see that it was vacant. And there was no sign of Joe or his blood anywhere.

“No. I knew what I saw.”

Betty shrugged, and Frank saw a gleam of something—guilt, maybe? Or fear? Or doubt?—in her eyes. But he knew something now.

He ran to her and grabbed her arm. “Please, Betty,” he pleaded. “I need your help. What are you hiding from me?”

Betty bit her lip, then pulled him closer. “I…I know where your brother is.”

Frank’s face lit up with a hint of restored hope. “You mean, he’s alive?”

“Not for long. I can show you where to find him, but you will only be playing into his clutches. Just leave. Run. Your brother is done for anyway, and you will be too, if you do this. He wants you, too. He was just able to get your brother first because he is easiest to break. But now, after what just happened, you are almost broken. Just leave.”

Frank glared at the woman, disbelieving. “I am going to save my brother, and we will survive. Now tell me where to go.”

Betty sighed, and responded, “The basement. The door that is boarded up. But be careful. You may never find your way out again.”

Frank ignored her and headed for the basement. Upon opening the door he was met with darkness. He hesitated; wondered if this was a trap set by Betty. But then he heard his brother’s yell. He raced down the stairs, more than two at a time.

He was so intent on saving Joe that he didn’t even notice when the door was shut once more and locked outside in five different places.

*****

It was almost time; he could feel it. They were breaking. And soon they would be broken. And suffering would take over their minds and bodies. They would die from the sheer agony—emotional and physical.

But he felt no guilt.

They were getting what they 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.