hardy boys fan fiction
DANGEROUS
MISTAKES
hardy boys nancy
drew fan fiction
by
Lady Emily
Chapter 13
The Chapters
Joe
gritted his teeth as he tried once more to force open the shutter, but it
wouldn’t budge. He had to face it: there was no way he could get that
thing back up without help. Or time. Neither of which he had.
The
truck slowed to a complete stop. Joe searched his brain for options. The
men were sure to open the door, but when they did, should he pretend to be
unconscious, or attack? Should he run, or try to take the truck?
Footsteps
on the gravel outside forced him to make a decision. Silently, Joe dropped
to the floor, feeling around in the dark for Sam’s baton. His hand
touched it, and he grabbed it triumphantly, and then quickly, quietly, he
made his way over to the door and stood, baton poised to attack.
There
was a clang, and a sliver of light sliced through the darkness in the
truck, slowly becoming wider. Joe knew he shouldn’t attack a group of
who knows how many henchmen who may be armed without knowing what he was
up against, but he didn’t have time to analyze the situation now. He had
to make a move while he still had the element of surprise. As soon as the
shutter was high enough, he grabbed it in both hands and slid under it,
kicking one of his captors in the face. The man stumbled backward, holding
his nose.
Out
of the corner of his eye Joe saw a second man reaching for his gun. Joe
snapped around, aiming a karate kick at the man’s solar plexus. He went
down without a fight. Frank would’ve been proud.
The
first man rushed at Joe, his fists bared and nose bloodied. Joe easily
sidestepped him, and then knocked him out with a hard punch to the jaw.
Joe
scooped up the second man’s gun and circled the truck quickly, making
sure there was no one left inside. He had been lucky. There were only two
this time. But what to do with them? Joe glanced around. The truck was on
a dirt path in a relatively wooded area, but a few meters in the other
direction was a deep lake. Joe knew he couldn’t leave them here. Well,
he thought. Back in the truck.
Joe
pushed the shutter into an open position and grabbed several lengths of
the rope the men had used to tie him and his friends. Using several ropes
per person, he bound the men’s wrists and ankles. Reaching into the
first man’s pocket, he found the thing he was looking for. The keys.
Joe
hauled the unconscious men into the truck, closed the shutter, climbed
into the cab, and started the engine. Looking around, he realized he had
no idea where he was. But that had never stopped him before. He turned the
truck around and headed back the way they had come, searching for any
signs of Bess or the police officers. He didn’t see any, and he hoped
that meant Bess had been able to get them out of the road and revive them.
Finally, the truck came to an actual paved road. Soon after that, Joe saw
a sign:
***
“…I’ll
be long gone before the police discover that you are dead. There are no
witnesses, and everyone who knew about me has already been taken care
of…”
Suddenly,
Daniel produced a switchblade from his pocket and flipped it open with a
satisfied grin.
“Just
remember, you deserve this, Nancy Drew. You’re going to die now, and it
is all your fault. You deserve this. You deserve this.”
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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors 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.