Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

My father, as you know, is a well-known private investigator, Fenton Hardy. My mother, Laura, is a stay-at-home housewife, and the best cook in town. She is also a volunteer at the local Red Cross, always willing to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate. It is from her my younger brother inherits his big heart and zest for life.

At least that was what I used to think.

But now I know the truth, as unbelievable as it is. Well, isn’t that what they always say, that facts are stranger than fiction? And I assure you, I am living testimony of that line. Perhaps a more accurate way of putting it would be that I am the existing testimony to that.

Ah, my younger brother. You can’t help but love him. I remember his first day in school, and how he made it almost instantly as the most popular boy there. And that popularity continued all the way to high school. Very few people can resist his charms. Or perhaps it’s because he has such compassion, such a big heart, that people naturally lean towards him.

But he really does have the gift of driving you up the wall and making you feel like pulling out your hair in frustration. Because he is just too nice a guy. Yeah, that’s right. He’s too nice. He just has to jump in to help whenever something happens. And more often than not, he just has to get into some sort of a trouble and I have to go bail him out.

Oh, his name is Joe by the way, and he’s a year my junior. That is if you are interested. Okay, back to the story….

And then I have to stand there and listen and watch in amazement as he weaves his magical spell and spins a yarn so realistic and appealing, Mom and Dad let him – and me – get away with whatever trouble we got into. Trouble that ‘WE’ got into, when it is him all the while.

But how can I fault him, or even stay angry with him for long? Whatever he does, he does it out of the goodness of his heart. My brother can never stand to see another hurt or suffer. And for that, he suffers numerous hurts and injuries. For that, I too suffered. And will continue to suffer.

I suffered from the mental aggravation and the emotional upheaval whenever my little brother got himself missing or injured. I suffer from the stress of always wondering what if I fail to find him this time, or find him too late, or…Ah….The endless list of ‘what ifs’ that never ceases to plague my mind.

Ever since his birth, I have been there to look after him, and to protect him. I did not really understand why back then, but it is as if that need was imprinted on me even before I was born. I understand now, a little late, that I am to be my brother’s keeper. That is why God gifted me with all these skills and talents, and my remarkably high IQ…but I’ll get to it later.

Then again, my brother has the most winsome smile and the most appealing eyes. One look into those deep, sparkling blue orbs and you feel bad about denying him. May God have mercy on whoever his future wife might be, for I have no doubt she’ll be putty in his hands. His girlfriend, Vanessa, already is.

Now where am I?

As you can see, even now he has this ability to turn my orderly and rational mind upside down. But what I can say? Joe is Joe is Joe is my beloved baby brother.

What happened? Oh yes, I was always there to pull him out of scrapes. And the pressure of having to be there to rescue him on time and to protect him from his own kind heart got to me.

One day, I snapped. I could not take the stress anymore and turned on him for a short while. Why could he not be more mature and think of the consequences before jumping into any potentially dangerous situation?! Why couldn’t he consider how his family would feel if anything happened to him? Why couldn’t he try to understand what it would do to me if I were to fail to protect him? If I were to lose him? I couldn’t bear to think of that. That thought hurts too much.

If I were to fail to protect him? Strange phrasing of words, ain’t it? I did not realize that back then, though now I do. That was pride, and the old saying goes, pride cometh before a fall. And fell I did, and damn hard too. And more DAMN than you know.

So in that moment, I abandoned my brother but for a moment. I wanted him to learn to be more responsible and to take better care of himself. I threw myself into my studies and my preparations for college and forced myself to ignore him, while my parents watched, concerned. But they did not interfere; they always let us work out our own problems.

‘But he has to learn to be more responsible,’ I told myself fiercely. It was for his own good. After all, I certainly cannot be there for him his entire life! And what if one day something happened to me? Who would be there for him?

The irony of course is that something DID happen to me…but I am still here, for him.

Ah, I abandoned him for that short moment for his own good. It did not even last 48 hours before I went searching for him to put things right between us again. But by then, it was too late.

THEY had already taken him.

I failed my duty as my brother’s keeper.

In the short 48 hours when I stopped watching out for him, THEY took him. Back then, I had no idea who THEY were, or more accurately, what THEY were. By the time I realized and believed in the impossible, it was too late for me.

But not for my brother. I swore back then that it will never be too late for my brother. NEVER.

Against all odds, I managed to help save him back then. But he is still in danger. He still has no idea how special he is. And I have been around guarding him since then. I suppose its God’s way of telling me I still had a chance at penance, by letting me continue to exist. It was a fate worse than death, but I endure it just so I can continue to protect my brother.

I smile at the figure sleeping before me.

I itch to touch him, but I dare not. How can I bear to taint the goodness before me with the darkness that I have become?

HA! I suppose that you will have guessed what I have become by now?

Never mind if you haven’t. I prefer it that way.

So yes, I am here most nights in my brother’s room, watching over him, like a guardian angel. But of course I am no guardian angel but a creature of darkness and a spawn of hell.

Sometimes I invade his dreams, even though I know I should not. But in those dreams, I can pretend that incident never happened. I can pretend my last year was normal, and that we are now both at college enjoying the lectures and dating and sports and everything normal.

Suddenly I tense and fade deeper into the shadows. There is something out there. A shadow looms at the window and silently opens it.

My brother sleeps on unaware. I always make sure he remains asleep and unaware. I do not wish for him to see what I am now. I do not wish for him to know of the dark world that exists beyond the one he knows. And now, like before, I send a command into his mind for him to sleep through.

Then I turn my attention to the open window.

That creature climbs in through the window and is making its way to the bed where my brother lies. I swiftly intercept his path, a wooden stake held tightly in my gloved hands. The stake has been soaked in Holy Water, and I cannot touch it bare-handed.

I go straight for the heart. The creature turns and looks at me. Then its mouth opens, wordlessly showing off its sharp blood-stained fangs. It recognizes me for what I am, and the shock is evident on its evil face.

“You are one of us…why?”

“Because that is my baby brother, you bastard!” I tell him coldly as I pull out the stake.

I watch dispassionately as the figure before me crumples into dust. I have no regrets at all going against all of my kind. I detest what I have become, and I would have killed myself ages ago if not for my brother.

But I force myself to continue existing. For him. Joe.

I am so lonely and alone now. I no longer have any family or friends. I mean, they are all still there, but I am no longer a part of that life. They are of the light and I am of the darkness.

Most nights I just keep my silent vigil and watch over him. Except for when I need to feed, and for that, I always go to the blood bank at the hospital. It was rumored that as long as I do not consume blood from an unwilling live victim, I still have a chance. Who cares if that was a rumor and a false hope? I live for that hope. At least until my brother is safe and THEY are exterminated.

And it does warm my cold heart just to see him go about his normal routines. And it warms my frozen soul whenever he looks at my picture and tells me how much he misses me.

My smile fades a little when I remember that his 19^th birthday is coming up soon. That means that my brother will soon know how special he is. That also means that THEY will be doubling and tripling their efforts to get Joe. That means also that this mess will soon come to an end.

And Joe will be able to kill me then.

Perhaps finally I can go to rest in peace in the earth, and the earth will no longer reject me and will welcome me into its warm embrace.

I suppose now you want to know what happened.

But ah, the sun is rising and I need to go. Perhaps I shall share my tale with you as I watch over my brother tomorrow night.

Perhaps.

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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.