Post by Made2LuvU on Jul 3, 2006 22:09:08 GMT -5
Hey!!! I actually came up with this idea while hanging out with one of my best friends at the local theme park. The only reason it is rated T is because of some intense situations. Also, I would like to add that I am not working on my Nancy Drew story or Broomsticks on Fire right now, but am taking a break from those 2. Okay, on with the story!
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A Day Off
Chapter One
“What’s up, Dad?” handsome, seventeen year old Joe Hardy inquired eagerly. He brushed a stray lock of wavy blonde hair out of his bright blue eyes, which were shining with anticipation.
“Yeah, you said you had something important to talk to us about,” Joe’s brother, Frank Hardy put in. His alluring brown eyes were more serious than Joe’s; his dark brown hair just as attractive. At one year older than his energetic brother, Frank was more serious and a bit more calm, although every bit as attractive.
Fenton Hardy smiled at his sons. He was an older version of Frank, with deep brown eyes and dark hair; yet his was sprinkled with gray. Fenton was an internationally acclaimed detective, and his sons were following in his footsteps. They had already solved more cases than he could count, and he was extremely proud of his sons; yet he felt that they might have been working too hard lately, and that was what caused this “emergency meeting” in his second floor study.
“You boys have been doing an awesome job in your detective work,” he began, bringing dazzling smiles from both of his sons. He smiled proudly, then continued, “But it seems to me that it has been all work lately and no fun.”
“But Dad—” Joe began to protest, but Fenton held up a hand.
“Just listen. I think it would be great for you boys to take a day off. In fact…Joe had mentioned a few weeks ago that he would like to visit the new theme park, ThunderWorld, that’s only a few hours away. What do you guys think about spending a few days in a nearby hotel—just the two of you—and hanging out at the park?”
Joe grinned, his saphire eyes dancing. “Dad, are you serious? That’s awesome!”
Frank frowned. “But Dad, what if a case comes up?”
Fenton shrugged off the comment and said, “I’ll take care of it. I want you guys to have some fun. Who knows…maybe your old man scored some ThunderWorld tickets for two lovely young ladies as well.”
This caught Frank’s interest. “You mean, Callie and Vanessa can come too?”
Fenton nodded. “Actually, your mother and I have it all set up. You’re to stay at the Grand Hotel from Tuesday—that’s tomorrow—until Saturday. We’re paying for the hotel and the tickets, but you guys’ll have to buy your own food. The girls are coming up to the park Wednesday and staying the day there. They have to come home Wednesday night, though, because Vanessa has a cookout with her family Thursday and Callie’s grandparents are coming into town.”
Joe jumped up, grinning from ear to ear. “You rock, Dad!” he crowed.
Frank was still skeptical. “Dad, are you sure?”
Fenton frowned. “Frank. Son. Please. Just have some fun.”
“Yeah, c’mon, bro,” Joe prodded. “It’s been so long since you’ve been anywhere fun you’ve forgotten what it means.”
Frank smiled and got up. “I don’t know, Joe. Doesn’t tickling your little brother until he dies of laughter count as fun?”
Joe backed away slowly, face reddening. “No, it doesn’t,” he sputtered. “But I am not ticklish.”
“Oh yeah?” And with that, Frank raced toward Joe, who had already sprung down half of the steps.
Fenton chuckled. He knew this vacation would be good for the boys. They needed it.
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A few miles away from Bayport, a sinister plot was underway, a plot that was foolproof. A plot that would get an angry jail breakout his ultimate revenge against Fenton Hardy…
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“Dad, are you sure everything will be okay?” Frank asked for the zillionth time that morning.
Fenton chuckled. “Wow, this is bad,” he joked. “My own son thinks that I, Fenton Hardy, Private Investigator Extraordinaire, cannot handle myself for five days.”
Joe laughed. “Shame on you, Frank!”
Frank flushed but said nothing. Fenton grinned. “Look, we’ll be fine.”
“Yes,” fair haired, blue eyed Laura Hardy, the boys’ mother, agreed. “Don’t worry.”
“Trust me,” Fenton said. “You need this.” He glanced at Joe, amused, when he saw his younger son bouncing up and down in the drivers’ seat, occasionally honking the horn in impatience. “In fact, the only thing to worry about is handling your brother. I have only one order: have fun.”
“Okay, Dad. Love you, Mom. Bye!”
Joe said his goodbyes as quickly as possible. Frank then shoved Joe out of the drivers’ seat and got in himself. Then they were off.
Frank glanced at Joe as they rode along. Seeing a pout on his brother’s face, Frank asked, “What’s up, Joe?”
“I wanted to drive,” Joe whined.
Frank had to laugh at his brother’s absurd behavior. “Oh, come on, Joe. You’re too hyper to drive. You’d kill us both if you drove.”
Joe didn’t answer. Soon, however, he became bored of sulking and was fiddling with the radio.
“Joe, please just settle on a station!” Frank complained.
“Frank, I don’t know what to choose! Country or pop? Or rock? Or oldies? Or that weird opera crap we just passed up? Or the news?”
Frank chuckled. “Just choose something.”
Finally, after a few hours, the boys arrived at the Grand Hotel. After checking in, Joe claimed he was hungry.
“Big surprise there,” Frank muttered sarcastically. Joe stuck out his tongue. “Okay, the park opens at ten,” Frank stated matter-of-factly. “It’s 9:45 right now. Let’s get in, then eat breakfast there, okay?”
Joe agreed.
Once inside ThunderWorld, Joe forgot all about his hunger when he saw all the rides. He raced to the nearest roller coaster, The Twist and Shout. Its highest elevation was over sixty feet, and consisted of four other hills and five loops. Frank hurried after him.
After riding it four more times, the boys went on to some other coasters. Then they had lunch. After that, it was getting warm out, so they rode some water rides.
“Oh, crap, I’m soaked!” Frank gasped as he and Joe exited the Rapid Rampage.
Joe laughed. “Whoa, you really got nailed.”
Thankfully, they were dry by the time the park was closing. As they were gathering their things together, Frank said, “You know, this has been really fun.”
“Yeah. Can’t wait ‘til the girls get here tomorrow.”
Frank agreed. Almost everyone had left the park, and it was getting dark. “C’mon,” Frank urged his brother. “Vamanos!”
“Huh?”
“It means come on. Didn’t you pay attention in Spanish?”
“No.”
Frank rolled his eyes. As they hurried to their van, Joe said, “Do you have the feeling that someone’s watching us?”
Frank glanced around the empty parking lot uneasily. “There’s nobody around, Joe. Come on, lets just get in the van.” But just as they reached the vehicle, a black sedan pulled up and a man dressed in all black and a ski mask jumped out. The brothers instantly tensed. The man pulled out a gun and held it steadily on the two boys. Hardly daring to breathe, Frank asked, “Who are you?”
“Who am I?” the man said in a harsh whisper. “I am someone who thirsts for revenge against your beloved father. And I shall have it. Each of you will pay for what he did to me—but the youngest goes first.”
Frank, although frightened, moved in front of his little brother protectively. “Don’t touch him!” he yelled.
Joe said defiantly, “What did our dad ever do to you?”
The man just growled and pulled out a roll of duck tape. He pulled off a large piece with one hand, using his teeth as well, his other hand still holding the gun trained on the boys, and walked forward. He pushed Frank aside and held the gun to Joe’s temple. Frank froze.
“If you don’t want your brother to die here and now,” the man said in a low, threatening voice, “then I suggest you put your hands behind your back—slowly.”
Frank gulped. He knew that if he let himself be captured, the man would take off with Joe—or he and Joe both, he realized. However, the man was pressing the gun harder into his brother’s temple and his finger was on the trigger.
“I’m sorry, Joe,” Frank whispered, and slowly put his hands behind his back. The man took his gun off of Joe for a moment and wrapped Frank’s hands firmly behind him. Joe took this opportunity to attack the villain. The man had already sensed it coming, however, and swung around, hitting Joe hard in the side of the head. Joe fell to the ground, dazed.
The man then turned to Frank and shoved him down. He taped the boy’s feet together, and put a piece of duck tape over his mouth. Last, he yanked the youth up and jostled him into the Hardys’ van. “I’m sure someone will find you soon enough,” he hissed, “but I will have my revenge. Don’t worry, your turn will come soon enough. But first, I think Baby Brother needs to be taught a lesson.” He laughed evilly and slammed the door to the van, leaving Frank in total darkness.
The youth instantly began struggling with his bonds, realizing that this man was going to take his brother away. Unable to escape, Frank did the next best thing and squinted out the window into the dingy night, watching to see which way the car would go.
Meanwhile, Joe was just regaining his senses when he felt a strong hand yank him to his feet. Joe struggled, but his movements ceased when a gun was pressed to his head. Joe’s hands were taped behind him, and his ankles wrapped together as well. A piece of duck tape was put over his mouth, a bandanna over his eyes, and he was thrown into the trunk of the sedan.
Frank felt anger bubble up inside him as he witnessed the latter. He watched helplessly as the sedan pulled out of the lot and headed toward the park exit.
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Soo...how was ch. 1? It isthe 1st Casefile type story I've ever written, so PLEASE review...but be nice! All flames shall be sent to the ski mask clad evil dude, so yeah. lOL Please review, and I'll update asap!
Liz
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A Day Off
Chapter One
“What’s up, Dad?” handsome, seventeen year old Joe Hardy inquired eagerly. He brushed a stray lock of wavy blonde hair out of his bright blue eyes, which were shining with anticipation.
“Yeah, you said you had something important to talk to us about,” Joe’s brother, Frank Hardy put in. His alluring brown eyes were more serious than Joe’s; his dark brown hair just as attractive. At one year older than his energetic brother, Frank was more serious and a bit more calm, although every bit as attractive.
Fenton Hardy smiled at his sons. He was an older version of Frank, with deep brown eyes and dark hair; yet his was sprinkled with gray. Fenton was an internationally acclaimed detective, and his sons were following in his footsteps. They had already solved more cases than he could count, and he was extremely proud of his sons; yet he felt that they might have been working too hard lately, and that was what caused this “emergency meeting” in his second floor study.
“You boys have been doing an awesome job in your detective work,” he began, bringing dazzling smiles from both of his sons. He smiled proudly, then continued, “But it seems to me that it has been all work lately and no fun.”
“But Dad—” Joe began to protest, but Fenton held up a hand.
“Just listen. I think it would be great for you boys to take a day off. In fact…Joe had mentioned a few weeks ago that he would like to visit the new theme park, ThunderWorld, that’s only a few hours away. What do you guys think about spending a few days in a nearby hotel—just the two of you—and hanging out at the park?”
Joe grinned, his saphire eyes dancing. “Dad, are you serious? That’s awesome!”
Frank frowned. “But Dad, what if a case comes up?”
Fenton shrugged off the comment and said, “I’ll take care of it. I want you guys to have some fun. Who knows…maybe your old man scored some ThunderWorld tickets for two lovely young ladies as well.”
This caught Frank’s interest. “You mean, Callie and Vanessa can come too?”
Fenton nodded. “Actually, your mother and I have it all set up. You’re to stay at the Grand Hotel from Tuesday—that’s tomorrow—until Saturday. We’re paying for the hotel and the tickets, but you guys’ll have to buy your own food. The girls are coming up to the park Wednesday and staying the day there. They have to come home Wednesday night, though, because Vanessa has a cookout with her family Thursday and Callie’s grandparents are coming into town.”
Joe jumped up, grinning from ear to ear. “You rock, Dad!” he crowed.
Frank was still skeptical. “Dad, are you sure?”
Fenton frowned. “Frank. Son. Please. Just have some fun.”
“Yeah, c’mon, bro,” Joe prodded. “It’s been so long since you’ve been anywhere fun you’ve forgotten what it means.”
Frank smiled and got up. “I don’t know, Joe. Doesn’t tickling your little brother until he dies of laughter count as fun?”
Joe backed away slowly, face reddening. “No, it doesn’t,” he sputtered. “But I am not ticklish.”
“Oh yeah?” And with that, Frank raced toward Joe, who had already sprung down half of the steps.
Fenton chuckled. He knew this vacation would be good for the boys. They needed it.
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A few miles away from Bayport, a sinister plot was underway, a plot that was foolproof. A plot that would get an angry jail breakout his ultimate revenge against Fenton Hardy…
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“Dad, are you sure everything will be okay?” Frank asked for the zillionth time that morning.
Fenton chuckled. “Wow, this is bad,” he joked. “My own son thinks that I, Fenton Hardy, Private Investigator Extraordinaire, cannot handle myself for five days.”
Joe laughed. “Shame on you, Frank!”
Frank flushed but said nothing. Fenton grinned. “Look, we’ll be fine.”
“Yes,” fair haired, blue eyed Laura Hardy, the boys’ mother, agreed. “Don’t worry.”
“Trust me,” Fenton said. “You need this.” He glanced at Joe, amused, when he saw his younger son bouncing up and down in the drivers’ seat, occasionally honking the horn in impatience. “In fact, the only thing to worry about is handling your brother. I have only one order: have fun.”
“Okay, Dad. Love you, Mom. Bye!”
Joe said his goodbyes as quickly as possible. Frank then shoved Joe out of the drivers’ seat and got in himself. Then they were off.
Frank glanced at Joe as they rode along. Seeing a pout on his brother’s face, Frank asked, “What’s up, Joe?”
“I wanted to drive,” Joe whined.
Frank had to laugh at his brother’s absurd behavior. “Oh, come on, Joe. You’re too hyper to drive. You’d kill us both if you drove.”
Joe didn’t answer. Soon, however, he became bored of sulking and was fiddling with the radio.
“Joe, please just settle on a station!” Frank complained.
“Frank, I don’t know what to choose! Country or pop? Or rock? Or oldies? Or that weird opera crap we just passed up? Or the news?”
Frank chuckled. “Just choose something.”
Finally, after a few hours, the boys arrived at the Grand Hotel. After checking in, Joe claimed he was hungry.
“Big surprise there,” Frank muttered sarcastically. Joe stuck out his tongue. “Okay, the park opens at ten,” Frank stated matter-of-factly. “It’s 9:45 right now. Let’s get in, then eat breakfast there, okay?”
Joe agreed.
Once inside ThunderWorld, Joe forgot all about his hunger when he saw all the rides. He raced to the nearest roller coaster, The Twist and Shout. Its highest elevation was over sixty feet, and consisted of four other hills and five loops. Frank hurried after him.
After riding it four more times, the boys went on to some other coasters. Then they had lunch. After that, it was getting warm out, so they rode some water rides.
“Oh, crap, I’m soaked!” Frank gasped as he and Joe exited the Rapid Rampage.
Joe laughed. “Whoa, you really got nailed.”
Thankfully, they were dry by the time the park was closing. As they were gathering their things together, Frank said, “You know, this has been really fun.”
“Yeah. Can’t wait ‘til the girls get here tomorrow.”
Frank agreed. Almost everyone had left the park, and it was getting dark. “C’mon,” Frank urged his brother. “Vamanos!”
“Huh?”
“It means come on. Didn’t you pay attention in Spanish?”
“No.”
Frank rolled his eyes. As they hurried to their van, Joe said, “Do you have the feeling that someone’s watching us?”
Frank glanced around the empty parking lot uneasily. “There’s nobody around, Joe. Come on, lets just get in the van.” But just as they reached the vehicle, a black sedan pulled up and a man dressed in all black and a ski mask jumped out. The brothers instantly tensed. The man pulled out a gun and held it steadily on the two boys. Hardly daring to breathe, Frank asked, “Who are you?”
“Who am I?” the man said in a harsh whisper. “I am someone who thirsts for revenge against your beloved father. And I shall have it. Each of you will pay for what he did to me—but the youngest goes first.”
Frank, although frightened, moved in front of his little brother protectively. “Don’t touch him!” he yelled.
Joe said defiantly, “What did our dad ever do to you?”
The man just growled and pulled out a roll of duck tape. He pulled off a large piece with one hand, using his teeth as well, his other hand still holding the gun trained on the boys, and walked forward. He pushed Frank aside and held the gun to Joe’s temple. Frank froze.
“If you don’t want your brother to die here and now,” the man said in a low, threatening voice, “then I suggest you put your hands behind your back—slowly.”
Frank gulped. He knew that if he let himself be captured, the man would take off with Joe—or he and Joe both, he realized. However, the man was pressing the gun harder into his brother’s temple and his finger was on the trigger.
“I’m sorry, Joe,” Frank whispered, and slowly put his hands behind his back. The man took his gun off of Joe for a moment and wrapped Frank’s hands firmly behind him. Joe took this opportunity to attack the villain. The man had already sensed it coming, however, and swung around, hitting Joe hard in the side of the head. Joe fell to the ground, dazed.
The man then turned to Frank and shoved him down. He taped the boy’s feet together, and put a piece of duck tape over his mouth. Last, he yanked the youth up and jostled him into the Hardys’ van. “I’m sure someone will find you soon enough,” he hissed, “but I will have my revenge. Don’t worry, your turn will come soon enough. But first, I think Baby Brother needs to be taught a lesson.” He laughed evilly and slammed the door to the van, leaving Frank in total darkness.
The youth instantly began struggling with his bonds, realizing that this man was going to take his brother away. Unable to escape, Frank did the next best thing and squinted out the window into the dingy night, watching to see which way the car would go.
Meanwhile, Joe was just regaining his senses when he felt a strong hand yank him to his feet. Joe struggled, but his movements ceased when a gun was pressed to his head. Joe’s hands were taped behind him, and his ankles wrapped together as well. A piece of duck tape was put over his mouth, a bandanna over his eyes, and he was thrown into the trunk of the sedan.
Frank felt anger bubble up inside him as he witnessed the latter. He watched helplessly as the sedan pulled out of the lot and headed toward the park exit.
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Soo...how was ch. 1? It isthe 1st Casefile type story I've ever written, so PLEASE review...but be nice! All flames shall be sent to the ski mask clad evil dude, so yeah. lOL Please review, and I'll update asap!
Liz