Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the impact of the car. Suddenly he heard a gunshot, a yell, and a screeching sound. He opened his eyes to see Samson Black hunched over, clutching a wounded shoulder. The blonde girl from the diner was standing next to the controls, her hand clutching the lever that controlled the car. Three police officers stood by her, one with his gun drawn and pointing at Black. Joe paled, seeing that the car was not two inches from his body. He had escaped death by two inches.

As the officers watched, Black slumped into a dead faint. As the officers moved in to grab him, he suddenly jumped up and, whipping out his own gun with his uninjured arm, sent a bullet at one officer’s shoulder. The other two turned to their companion, only to find that the bullet had merely grazed it. But that one second was enough. Black chortled evilly. He then turned his gun on Joe. The youth began struggling frantically with his bonds, knowing what was about to happen.

“Things didn’t turn out quite the way I planned,” Black sneered, crouching and pointing his gun at Joe’s head, “but that doesn’t matter, because no matter what, my revenge will be complete! I’m killing you now, Joseph Hardy, and there is nothing you can do about it!”

As he squeezed the trigger, Mary leapt from the control room and knocked him aside. But it was too late. Black fired a shot, but when Mary jumped on Black, his hand was knocked aside, and the bullet hit Joe in the shoulder, avoiding the killing blow to the head.

Joe’s shoulder exploded in pain as the bullet ripped through his flesh. He let out an involuntary cry of pain as he was pulled into the black abyss that was unconsciousness.

Frank jumped as he saw the bullet tear into his brother’s shoulder, and blood begin to soak through his shirt. He wanted to scream “Joe!” and rush to his brother’s aid, but was unable to.

While Mary slapped handcuffs on Black, and sent in for medical attention for the criminal and an ambulance for Joe, two of the officers rushed to Joe and cut the ropes binding him to the track. The remaining officer, Tim, went to Frank and helped untie him.

As soon as he was free, Frank ran to his brother’s side. “How is he? Will he be okay?”

Mary came up and put a hand on his shoulder. “We won’t know for sure until the paramedics arrive. Until then, the only thing we can do is hope for the best.”

Frank stared at his brother’s unmoving form and closed his eyes, trying to block out the bloody shoulder and pale face. ‘You’ve got to be okay, Joe. You’ve just got to. I can’t live without you, Joe,’ Frank thought. ‘I love you.’

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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.