Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe let out muffled gasps of agony as his captor began to beat him mercilessly; first several iron blows in the stomach, then he moved up to his face, and aimed several punches to the boy’s eyes, cheeks, and nose. Finally, his rock-hard fist connected with Joe’s jaw, and the captive slipped into unconsciousness.

When he awoke, he was still tied up, but the blindfold had been removed. He was lying flat on his back on a hard tile floor in what seemed to be a tiny storage closet of some sort. It was too dark to see what was on the shelves that lined three of the walls.

Joe groaned beneath the gag. His body ached from the beating. His right eye was swollen to the size of a large plum, his cheeks were bruised, and his nose bloody. He was sure that there were more abrasions where he had been punched in the stomach.

At that moment, a door opened in the far end of the closet, just a crack, and the kidnapper squeezed in. Joe realized he was still wearing the ski mask. “Hello, Joseph,” he said in a mock pleasant voice. “It seems to me that we haven’t had much of a chance to talk. So we will now.” However, when the man made no move to remove Joe’s gag, the prisoner figured that the villain himself was planning on doing most of the talking.

“First, let me say what a big fan I am of your dad’s,” the masked man said evilly. “After all, he sent me to jail for many long, lonely years. In fact, I would still be in that horrid place if I hadn’t broken out a few weeks ago.”

Joe felt his stomach clench slightly. ‘A jail-breaker,’ he thought distastefully. ‘This guy is definitely a tough outfit.’

“That’s why I arranged this little rendezvous. I tapped into your phone line and heard you talking to your girlfriends about your trip to ThunderWorld. I formulated the perfect plan to get revenge on your father—a plan that is in process this very second, as I speak!” He laughed manically, and then went on.

“I bet you are wondering what’s going to happen to you over the next few days,” the man, whose voice was harsh and rough (Joe dubbed him ‘Scratchy’ because of the abrasive tone). Sounding elated, he went on. “Actually, my young friend, I have much planned for you. First, you will be alone during the day, but don’t get any ideas of escaping—I am making sure there is no possible way out. Second, the fun begins later on. We’re going to have a few beatings like tonight at first, but then, we’ll get onto more serious things. Like scaring big brother. I have ways to torture you that you can’t even imagine, kid.” Joe felt his stomach do a triple flip. “Soon after that, you’ll go for the ride of your life.” He chuckled but offered no explanation for his previous statement.

Instead, he said, “It’s getting close to dawn, so I really have to go. But first, let me make you a little more secure. He yanked Joe to his feet; the latter instantly began to struggle, but the man overpowered him. Soon Joe’s feet were taped together again. He was leaning against one of the small shelves, his arms pulled around it, with his hands meeting at the back, and they were tied together with thick Nylon rope, and then reinforced with duct tape. Joe felt that this was a little over the top, but the masked fiend obviously wanted to take no chances in his captive getting loose. Several coils of rope wound around his chest and stomach, tying him securely to the shelf. The duct tape was removed, and a white tablet was forced into his mouth. Joe was made to drink some water, and just a few seconds later, he slumped into unconsciousness.

***

The sun slowly rose and Frank’s heart leapt as he saw a tram, driven by a ThunderWorld security guard, pull up beside the parking lot. The guard jumped out of his vehicle and stared in surprise at the Hardys’ van.

He approached the vehicle, ready to find out what the deal was with this van being here hours before opening time—but when he saw the young man tied up in the front seat, his attitude changed and he rushed to the van and pried open the door. He removed the gag from the youth’s mouth, and before he could do or say anything, the kid said hoarsely, “They took my brother!”

As the guard proceeded to untie Frank’s hands and feet, the young man told him who he was an informed him of the kidnapping.

“I’ll call police headquarters immediately,” he assured Frank.

Frank called his father and told him the bad news. Fenton told him that he would be at their hotel as soon as possible.

In the meantime, Frank resolved to look for clues to his brother’s whereabouts. Frank didn’t know who had taken his brother, but he knew he had to find Joe—before it was too late.

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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.