hardy boys fan fiction
HOLE IN THE WORLD
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by
Medieval Liz
Chapter 1
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
The phone rang, startling Fenton from his work. It took him a moment to realize it was the phone in the hall, not his office, and he quickly stepped away from the mahogany desk.
“Fenton Hardy,” he answered as he picked up the phone.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hardy.” A male voice said pleasantly. “This is Mr. Woodrow from Bayport East Elementary.”
“Yes, my sons’ principal.” Fenton acknowledged.
“That’s correct. First, let me assure you that nothing has happened and your boys are not in any trouble.” The other man chuckled softly.
“That’s always good to hear,” the father laughed lightly as well.
“Mr. Hardy, the reason I’m calling is to give you a heads up regarding your eldest, Frank. As you may, or may not, be aware of, last week we had State Sponsored Standardized Placement Tests. They’re just regulated exams that gauge a students aptitude and evaluate whether they are being stimulated enough academically. Frank scored well above the state average and we are considering advancing him to seventh grade.”
Fenton felt a surge of pride and smiled. “Frank has always been incredibly gifted and I’m sure he would excel skipping ahead a grade. But of course it is something that would have to be discussed with my wife and Frank.”
“Of course, Mr. Hardy, and Frank will be sent home with all the information you may require to make the decision. However, that is not the purpose of my mentioning the exams. It seems that Frank, as well as several other students from the various grades, has been invited to participate in a University study at NYU this coming Saturday.”
“What kind of study?”
“A Psychologist by the name of Dr. Sarah Paulson is running a study on children prodigies in different fields; music, science, math, computer science. Because of her funding by the government, she was given access to the results of the school’s examinations. She was impressed with Frank’s results particularly in the science portion of the exam.”
“Have you mentioned this to Frank?”
“Yes, he was approached during his first class this afternoon. Phil Cohen, his classmate, has also been extended an invitation.”
“This is on very short notice, Mr. Woodrow.”
“I am aware of that, Mr. Hardy, and it’s why I have made it my responsibility to call the parents and answer whatever questions they may have. The school is making transportation preparations for the eleven children that have been invited. A bus will be leaving the school parking lot Saturday morning at 7:15am, returning shortly before 5pm depending on traffic. The study will run from 9am until 3pm and the university will be providing lunch for the participants. Frank will be sent home with a permission slip for you and your wife to look over and sign, as well as contact information for Dr. Paulson at the university.”
“How many students overall will be participating in this study?”
“From BE Elementary, only eleven. But from Bayport there will be almost forty and from other schools across the state. I believe the number will be close to several hundred over the next couple of weeks. Those that do participate will have their name credited in the study and will be eligible for follow up studies and possible University scholarships depending on the findings of this study.”
“My son is in the sixth grade, Mr. Woodrow. A little early to be thinking of post secondary education, don’t you think?”
“Yes, of course. I just wanted you to be aware of what benefits this study will have to offer your son, Mr. Hardy.”
The phone in his office began to ring. “I can assure you, Mr. Woodrow, that this is something my wife and I will discuss at length with Frank this evening. If I have any more questions I will contact you in the morning.”
“Please do, Mr. Hardy. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Thank you. Good-Bye.”
~~HBHBHB~~
Saturday, September 26
6:55am
Eleven year old Frank Hardy fidgeted anxiously under his mother’s scrutiny. She adjusted the zipper on his jacket and brushed a few strands of his dark hair off his forehead.
“Mom, please,” he hissed in agitation. “We’re in public!”
Laura Hardy smiled at her eldest son. “Really, I hadn’t noticed. Do you have everything?”
Frank rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his hair, causing the strands to fall back onto his forehead. “Money, book to read on the bus, Dad’s cell-phone number, change of clothes, and yes I’m wearing clean underwear. Can I go now before I die of embarrassment?”
With a chuckle Laura took a step back. “All right. But remember, your father and Joe will be at the University to pick you and Phil up right at three-fifteen. Make sure you’ve changed out of your school clothes before going out to Coney Island.”
“Yes, Mom. Can I go now? Please?”
“All right, all right.” With a quick kiss to the top of his head, Laura sent her son off. “Have fun, and mind your manners!” She called after him as he ran to join Phil in the line-up to get on the bus.
Standing off to the side, Mrs. Cohen laughed. “Seems just like yesterday they were clinging to our hands, terrified of being away from us for even a minute.”
Laura smiled. “It’s the age. Frank will be twelve two months.”
“My goodness,” Mrs. Cohen shook her head in amazement. “Where does the time go?”
“Tell me about it. He’s getting more and more independent every day, but is it so wrong of me to want to hold on to my little boy just a little bit longer?”
“That’s the problem, Laura,” She sighed, watching the children climb onto the bus. “They’re not little boys anymore.”
“No, I suppose they’re not.”
“Join me for a coffee?”
“I’d love to.”
~~HBHBHB~~
Saturday, September 26
3:10pm
To say he was excited would be an understatement. Joseph Hardy was unbuckling his seatbelt before the sedan had stopped in front of the large building on corner of Washington Place and Mercer Street. The Psychology Building of NYU was a four story brick building and milling about our front were dozens of kids waiting to get onto a big yellow bus.
“Slow down, Joe.” Mr. Hardy chuckled in amusement at his youngest son. “Frank and Phil aren’t going anywhere.”
“But it’s Coney Island, Dad!” Joe started to open the passenger door. “They’ve got a new rollercoaster and it’s the last weekend before they close for the season. Can’t I be a little excited?”
“Well, maybe just a little.”
“Very funny,” Joe stuck his tongue out at his father as the two climbed out of the car. Crystal blue eyes scanned the group of kids from Bayport and after a moment Joe pointed to a raven haired boy.
“There’s Phil. Hey Phil! Over here!” Phil excused himself from the group and hurried over to where Joe was waving his hands in the air. “Hey Joe! Good afternoon, Mr. Hardy. Thank-you for letting me come with you guys.”
“Hello Phillip,” Fenton smiled at the boy’s politeness, “and you’re most welcomed.”
“Where’s Frank?” Joe demanded eagerly. “If we leave right now we can beat traffic.”
“He’s still inside. He was talking with Dr. Paulson about his experiment.”
“Maybe we should wait for him,” Mr. Hardy teased. “Give him an hour or so to finish up.”
“Dad!” Joe exclaimed, mortified. “If we wait, we’ll be here until the next century! You know how Frank can get when talking geek.”
Fenton laughed. “All right, let’s go inside and get him. Lead the way, Phil.”
“We were on the second floor,” Phil was telling them as they walked into the building. “Dr. Paulson, and her staff, just let us do our own things and they watched. They’d ask questions and stuff, but for the most part they were-”
“There he is!” Joe shouted, pointing to the elevator that opened up in the lobby. Frank and a middle aged red haired woman were engrossed in conversation as they stepped off the car. The boy saw his brother, friend and father and waved to them as he started to step away from Dr. Paulson.
The doors were barely sliding closed behind the pair when a trio of masked men burst from the stairwell door. One pushed the women hard against the closed doors while another grabbed Frank around the waist, pinning his arms to his side, and clamped a gloved hand over his mouth!
“Frank!” Fenton and Joe shouted, the older Hardy running toward his son as the third masked man grabbed Frank’s feet and were moving quickly back toward the stairway door.
Joe only had eyes from his elder brother as he struggled to get away. He ran after his father, sprinting around him when the remaining goon stepped in Fenton’s way. He watched Frank carried through the doorway and quickened his pace. He heard his father call out to him a moment before he burst through the door after the kidnappers.
The stairwell was dark, save for the glowing yellow emergency lights that cast an eerie glow. He paused a minute, straining to hear anything but the stairway was frighteningly quiet.
“Frank?” He called, hoping for an answer. “Frank?”
From below there came a faint hiss of pain then Frank shouting. “No Joe! Go ba-”
The shout was cut off and all pretences of stealth were abandoned as footsteps thundered down the stairs.
“Frank!” Joe screamed as he started down those stairs, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could. As he grabbed onto the railing to swing himself onto the floor and skipping the last few steps, a powerful hand gripped his wrist. He crashed painfully into the wall instead. Dazed, he saw the door before him opened, the masked man who threw him off the stairs ran though into the parking garage beneath the building.
Past the retreating man Joe saw his brother being carried into a waiting brown van. Just before the door to the stairway closed, the brother’s locked gazes; dark eyes showing concern for a hurt younger brother, blue eyes revealing the fear for an older brother.
And then the door closed.
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