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NEVER DREAM OF DYING

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by

Piper Merlyn

Chapter 5

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

I thought I heard Felix’s voice but the sound seemed distorted somehow. I was cold and hot all at the same time, which really didn’t make much sense. My hands felt itchy and sore and I wondered if I’d been in a fight or something.

I tried to open my eyes but the effort seemed more than I could handle. My left arm felt odd too, like I’d broken it or – no, I was shot. I remember now. I’d seen the blood running down my arm, looking black in the dim light of the club. Who had shot me?

An Oriental girl in a skimpy outfit flashed through my mind. She’d shot me? That didn’t make sense. Missy shot her father – wait...Missy? I tried to make my eyes open but they still wouldn’t work. Or was I blind?

Now that didn’t make a bit of sense. Why on earth would I be blind? I tried one more time to pry my eyelids open.  Finally, I found myself staring up at a dimly lit ceiling that might have been white if the light had been brighter. Peri stood by the head of the bed, clad in a simple T-shirt, her hair in a braid. She was much cuter in that than the lacy floral dress. My throat felt as dry as the desert. “Peri?”

She turned to look at me and I noticed her eyes weren’t the same shamrock green. So she had been wearing contacts. She cocked her head to one side and pressed a hand to my forehead, forcing me to close my eyes.

Darn it, didn’t she know how hard it was for me to open my eyes? Now why’d she go and do that? “Mr. Thorne, I don’t know what’s going on, but this young man is in dire need of medical attention.” She didn’t sound Australian any more. How odd was that? Wait a minute, dire need of medical attention. What had happened?

“Mr. Thorne, you’re already in enough trouble. Hand over the gun.”

What the heck was Chief Collig doing in Prague? Wait a minute, what was I doing in Prague? And then it hit me. Almost being run off the road. What had happened back in March and later in Barbados...I’d been playing the new James Bond game when the lights went out – literally.

But...if I was just playing a game, why was I in dire need of medical attention? That still didn’t make sense but maybe if I moaned enough, someone would do something. I let out a low moan, worthy of a haunted house. From the sound of things, several people must have freaked out. If Peri hadn’t closed my eyes, I’d know how many people were there.

I moaned again and heard Peri gasp. “As you can see, he’s getting worse, Dr. Millson. We have to do something.”

“Yes, of course.” I heard something slap against something else and heard a distant voice shout something.  Something that reminded me of that show I’d watched for a while.

“Code Blue, Code Blue. Crash cart to Room 4123 stat.”

I heard a door bang open and a gun go off. I tried to sit up but someone pushed me back down. I finally got my eyes open again and found myself looking up at Peri. “Stop that!”

She looked down at me, startled and then gave me the cutest smile. “Hi.”

I smiled back. “Hi.”

“Joe?”

I turned my head to see  Frank staring at me, like he’d been scared to death. “Hey, bro.  Peri’s cute....Wait, if you’re not Felix...” I turned to look at Peri. “Let me guess, your name isn’t Peri.”

She laughed. “It’s Cari. Cari Calhoun, I’m a neurologist.”

Frank touched my shoulder. “Joe, are you okay? That power surge knocked you unconscious.”

I looked over at him, startled. “You mean I was electrocuted?”

Mom came forward and gave me a hug. “Don’t joke about that. Someone really was electrocuted during one of the lightning strikes.”

“Not to mention, it wasn’t an accident,” said Frank, glancing at Thorne.

I saw the man was in handcuffs now. It all made sense now, the hazy weird flashes. I had seen Thorne looking dead from being shot when Missy shot him back in March. Now I know why it bothered me so much.

“You’ll not hold me for long. No jail holds me for long,” sneered Thorne.

I sat up and this time no one pushed me back down. I glanced down at my shoulder, relieved to see unbroken skin and the lack of blood. “I’ll bet there’s a paper trail this time. Tying you to Lilith Raven and tying you to the driver of the Mack semi.  And I’m sure you hired someone to set up the ‘accident’.”

“Just walking into the hospital with a loaded gun is enough in my book,” snapped Collig. “There’s a nice comfortable police car waiting for you downstairs.

“I want my lawyer,” said Thorne as they left the room.

“Oh, Joe, you scared us to death,” Mom said, giving me another hug.

I hugged her back. “Sorry.”

Dr. Calhoun patted my shoulder and smiled at Mom. “I’m glad your son is better, but I think he should stay overnight at least. We’ll go ahead and do the MRI, make sure everything’s going good.”

Mom nodded and then looked at Dad. “But we can’t go home.”

Dad shrugged. “We’ll book a couple of rooms at the inn.”

The door swung open just then and a slew of people walked into the room, led by a very familiar face. “Merlyn!”

Aunt Gertrude shushed me. “You’re in a hospital, Joe Hardy. Shh.”

Merlyn Slade smiled. “Leigh said you were in some trouble. But that it wasn’t your typical trouble.”

I watched Leigh and Quinn come in, followed by Dyllan. Then I noticed all their parents had come too. “Wow. Did Goliath come?”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly. He hates hospitals.”

“Ah, there you are,” said Dyllan’s father, the magician Sullivan Graves. “We’ve been hearing about your dangers all night and just had to come see if you were all right.” He patted Leigh on the head like she was a puppy. “There, there, see everything’s perfectly fine.”   

Leigh blushed. “Uncle Sully, stop.”

Dr. Calhoun smiled. “Oh my, what delightful friends you have.” I watched her look over at Dyllan’s mom. I knew the moment she recognized Rowan Trance. “Oh my...are you really...?”

Rowan smiled. “Yes, and you are?”

“Carissa Calhoun. I’m a big fan of yours, Miss Trance.”

I grinned and saw Frank move closer. “Hey, bro. You’re not going to believe what happened.”

Frank heaved a sigh, looking tired but relieved. “Knowing you, his time I probably would.”

*****

a week later...

“Man, I’ll be glad when school is out for the summer,” muttered Joe as he got into the van.

Frank started the engine and backed out of his parking space. “Now why does that sound familiar?”

“I’ll be glad to get back home too. You think the game is fried?”

“Considering what happened to you?” Frank rolled his eyes. “I think the game’s fried.”

“It was getting good too.” Joe sighed and leaned his head back against the seat. “I hope the electricians are done. They’ve had a whole week.”

“Dad said they had to check the wiring in the house – the entire house – after Thorne’s stunt. You don’t want Aunt Gertrude plugging in the toaster and setting the kitchen on fire, do you?”

“Of course not.” Joe rolled his eyes. “I’m just tired of not being in my room. Not that I don’t appreciate Merlyn’s family letting us stay with them. Better than the inn; closer anyway.”

“Did you turn in your essay?”

“Miss Hamilton said I had until Monday considering how my week’s been.”

“Is it finished?”

Joe grunted. “Yes.”

Frank waited a heartbeat and then glanced over at Joe. “Well?”

“There was a recent riot at a death metal concert in Prague about two weeks ago. I wrote about that.”

Frank focused on the road, surprised by the subject matter. “Riot at a death metal concert. What on earth is a death metal band?”

“Heavy metal with a heavy emphasis on death. Some new band named Necromancer caused a riot in the mosh pit.” Joe shrugged. “The music’s a little dark, and very loud. Kind of pounds the eardrums.”

“You actually listened to it?”

“There was a link on the online news website. It led you to the band’s website, complete with videos.”

Frank headed for home to check the mail but when he saw the sedan parked in its usual spot, he pulled into the driveway. “Dad’s here.”

Joe got out of the van and veered for the mailbox while Frank headed for the front door. It swung open as he reached for the handle. “Dad,” said Frank. “Can we move back home yet?”

Joe joined them, a stack of mail in his hands. “Yeah. I’m tired of sharing a room.”

“The electricians just finished with changing out the sockets and switches, boys. The insurance company has replaced everything that was damaged, considering the circumstances. We’re back home.”

Frank nodded. “Great. I’m ready for my room again,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at his brother.

Fenton smiled. “Well, your mother’s gathering up our stuff at the Lancaster estate. I’m going to get her in half an hour.”

Joe handed the greater portion of the mail to his father, keeping a small flat package. “Woo-hoo, it’s here.”

Frank watched Joe start for the foyer. “Joe, what is that?”

“Just a little fun. Excuse me, I have to check it out.” Joe tried to go inside but Frank grabbed the package out of his brother’s hands. “Hey.”

“This is from MSI.” Frank narrowed his eyes. “Joe, you didn’t.”

“Hey, did you know they have an online catalog? And Lyn was so nice to let me use her computer...” Joe snatched the package back and then glanced up at the sky. “No clouds, no rain, no thunder, no lightning and the electricity’s back up....”He flashed a grin at his father. “And a new player. I’m off to MI6...”

Frank watched his brother dart into the house and race up the stairs. Fenton chuckled. “It’s good to be back home again. At least Joe’s happy.”

Frank nodded. “Maybe I should check out this game myself. It definitely sounds interesting.” He headed up the stairs himself and disappeared down the hall.

Fenton smiled. With Thorne finally caught and in jail, awaiting a trial, he knew things could get back to normal...well, normal for the Hardy family anyway...

The End

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