A/N: This is only my second story and I'm kind of on writer's block right now on my other story so I'm trying to start a new one to help with new ideas on that story.
Anyway, I thought of this story from a show that I watched on TV and so its summer so I need something else to do.
Hope you enjoy.
18 year old Frank Hardy was driving in the wilderness of Kentucky in between trees and a cliff protected by rails. This relaxing drive finally came after a harsh, but finally solved mystery. His 17-year-old brother was in the backseat spread out, asleep. Joe had had the hardest time with all the criminals he had to hold off single handedly while his father, Fenton Hardy, private detective, and Frank defused a bomb that would have blown up an entire country region. All Joe's battered and bruised body needed was a very, very good sleep and a long break from fighting.
As the trees passed by on the deserted country road, Frank thought back to how lucky they were that they survived that last case, as were many thousands of people.
Frank's mind drifted off until it was disturbed by a police car speeding toward him from behind, sirens blaring. As Frank was turning off the road, the police car didn't even attempt to maneuver around them, it hit the van partially in the back and on the side. The hard hit sent the van tumbling over the cliff, front over back.
After about 2 minutes the car stopped rolling, but unfortunately the car stopped on its roof on top of many trees. Luckily Frank had his seatbelt on, but, although Joe did have his seatbelt on, he was lying down so it wasn't as affective.
The police car was parked right above where the Hardy's black van had stopped in the trees. The rail was gone where the van had taken it while tumbling off the cliff.
The driver got out of the police car, and walked over to the edge of the cliff and sat down. Looking down at the Hardy's van, he smiled and laughed. He laughed that evil laugh that all criminals laugh when they finally succeed and it resulted in death; but that's what all criminals want, right?
The Hardy's had just gone on a break and now they were in one of the toughest spots they had ever been in.
They hadn't even thought that something terrible would happen in this beautiful country, that's why they came to Kentucky, but they should think again. The Hardy's have made so many enemies that ANYWHERE they go, they're never safe. They have a 70 chance that one of them will die. They have been lucky so far, but someday their luck will run out.
The Hardy's will never be safe.
A/N: This probably really sucks right now but I'm working on it. I would love anybody who would beta me; I would be so pleased.
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