Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the HDA - Brain Child

Joe grabbed the helmet and slid it on. As it touched the tender part of his head he winced, but shrugged it off. He quickly slid off his sling and left it in the garage. Then he quietly wheeled the motorcycle around the side of house. When he reached the end of the driveway he hit the key and took off.

He didn’t like leaving without Frank, but he needed some space. The vibration through the handle bars hurt his arm and head, but at least he had something tangible to focus on. He couldn’t stand thinking about Iola anymore.

Laura knew Joe needed a little space. As soon as Frank came back in, she would send him out to talk to Joe.

Just then Frank walked through the door. “We changed the alarm code in the last year. Joe just didn’t know,” Frank said quietly.

“I know sweetie. He’ll be okay. We’ll just take it a day at a time,” Laura said, willing herself to believe it. “Can you go out back and talk to Joe please. I think he needs someone to talk to.”

Frank left and returned quickly, “Mom! He’s not out there. Where did—” Frank broke off when he heard the familiar sound of the motorcycle. He dashed to the front door and wrenched it open just in time to see Joe, cast and all take off on the motorcycle.

“Frank – please you have to go after him! He is going to get hurt out there!” Laura said desperately. Frank was a step ahead of her though. He grabbed the keys to the van, jumped in, and wheeled out of the driveway. Joe had a head start, but Frank knew he had to catch up.

A man in a dark green SUV had been observing the house from a distance. He knew it was well protected, but his job was to get the kid and he was running out of time. He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity. And then, it presented itself. There he was on a motorcycle by himself. “Well this makes my job a little easier,” he said to himself as he wheeled the SUV away from the curb and started following Joe.

Frank was trying desperately to make up the time he lost, and he knew that Joe could maneuver better through traffic with the motorcycle then he could in the van. But he thought, “His shoulder and arm must be killing him. Not to mention his head. What was he thinking?” Frank thought angrily. He took a deep breath and realized he couldn’t really understand what Joe was thinking and if he had been in Joe’s position he might have taken off too.

Frank redoubled his efforts to find Joe. He knew Joe wouldn’t know about the new streets that were opened in the last year, so he focused on the older areas. Just as he was approaching the entrance to the highway that heads to New York, he spotted Joe on the motorcycle.

Unfortunately, Frank also noticed a dark green SUV that seemed to be marking Joe’s movements. Joe seemed too focused on controlling the motorcycle to notice what was going on around him. Joe took the ramp to the highway not realizing he was being followed by the SUV and Frank.

Once on the highway, Frank knew he had to get between the SUV and his brother before it was too late. The SUV was closing the gap. Frank stepped on the gas, and the van launched forward. Frank pulled up abreast of the SUV.

Joe caught sight of the van in the left lane and the green SUV directly behind him. It was too close. Joe gave the motorcycle more gas, but couldn’t put enough distance between him and the SUV. He did recognize the van though. It was the one he had seen in his own driveway. “What have I gotten myself into now,” Joe thought.

Then everything seemed to happen at once. The SUV lurched forward and clipped the back wheel of Joe’s motorcycle. As Frank saw Joe’s motorcycle start to swerve, he steered the van into the driver’s side of the SUV in an attempt to stop the deadly attack on his brother. The SUV swerved towards the right from the impact, but corrected before going completely off the road. The driver brought the SUV back onto the road, clipping the front of the van and then hit Joe’s rear wheel once more before speeding off down the highway.

Joe had managed to stay on the bike after the first hit, but still hadn’t regained control when the second one came. There was no hope of recovering now. The handle bars were ripped from his hands and he completely lost control as his bike spun out on the pavement. He crashed to the road and was dragged by his bike into the gravel before he and the bike finally came to a stop.

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