Oh come on guys, did you really think that I would kill off Frank?
I could never, he is my second favorite Hardy Boy! :)
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
I don't own it…
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Fenton arrived at the police station with a load of worse case scenarios on his mind. How could this have happened? It was only a small case, nothing that could end up like this. Fenton pushed those thoughts out of his mind, as he opened the door to the station. Collig was sitting in a chair next to the door, and the second he saw Fenton he stood up and said,
"Fenton! Thank the Lord you are here!" Fenton nodded in greeting, then asked,
"What happened? Where are the boys?" Collig shook his head sadly and answered,
"I don't know. There was reports of a car crash, so I went to check it out, and then there was this laptop there that showed Joe strapped to a chair. I don't know who the man was though. He said he would call back at one. All we can do now is wait." Fenton stood there silently, taking it all in, when suddenly, he exclaimed,
"What about Frank? Did he get away? You didn't mention him." Collig looked uncomfortable and sad for a minute, but then said softly,
"The man said that Frank was dead. I don't know if it is true or not, but that's what he said." Fenton held back tears, sitting down in a chair, and then said,
"All we can do is wait, I guess."
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Joe's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he shouted,
"NO! YOU'RE LYING!" The man smiled then said,
"I am not, my dear child. Now, since you told me your name was Joe, I will tell you my name. My name is Thomas."
"What do you want with me and Frank?"
"I want nothing with your brother, but you on the other hand, are perfect for my plans."
"Which are?" Joe asked become uneasy. Thomas smiled and stroked Joe's face. Joe shuddered, which only made Thomas smile wider.
"Why, Joe, I enjoy breaking people."
"Physically?"
"No, mentally. Pushing someone so far that they go insane, break, and become a shell. It is quite an art, actually, and for a bonus, I get to see the parents break too. Beautiful don't you think?" Joe looked at Thomas as if he was crazy, and quite frankly Joe was pretty sure he was.
"But, why me?" Thomas nodded, then said with a smile,
"Because I have been watching you, my boy. You are a perfect subject. I think you will give me a challenge, and I do love challenges."
"You're sick."
"Now, be a good boy, or there will be consequences, and not good ones."
"You are a sick human being who killed my brother and I will never, ever, forgive me." Thomas raised an eyebrow then said with a sickly smile,
"So this is how you want to play it? Fine, have it your way. Step one in breaking someone-torture." Thomas went to a desk and pulled out a pair of pliers. He smiled, then advanced on Joe, who was glaring at Thomas with all the rage he could muster. Thomas went up to Joe and grabbed his hand, which was currently strapped to the chair. Thomas took the pliers and clamped on to one of Joe's fingernails. Joe, realizing where this was going had his eyes shut and was taking deep breaths. Thomas grinned and said,
"You ready Joe? Oh, I love this." Joe opened his eyes to give Thomas one last defiant glare. Thomas smiled widely and yanked. A strangled cry erupted from Joe's mouth as his fingernail was ripped clean off. Thomas grinned then started on the other four fingers. Joe's cries pierced through the air every time. After Joe's right hand was fingernail-less, Thomas collected the nails and put them in a clear bag. He waved it in front of Joe's face and said happily,
"A little present for Daddy!" Joe, even though tears were streaming down his face, and he was panting hard, said,
"You'll pay for killing my brother. I don't really care if you kill me, but you killed my brother, and that does not go unnoticed to me." Thomas patted Joe on the head and said with fake sympathy,
"Sure Joe, sure I will." He looked at Joe one last time, then took the bag of bloody nails, and walked out of the room.
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Frank awoke to darkness. He was laying down, but when he tried to get up a shooting pain went through his stomach. Oh yeah, that's right. I got shot. Frank thought to himself. Suddenly, a door opened to his right, sending bright light into the room. The door just as quickly closed and Frank heard a voice,
"Kid, don't be alarmed. I don't really wanna hurt you. Sorry for this though." Something hard hit Franks head and an even darker black surrounded him.
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HALLO! Hope you enjoyed the quick update! :)
YAYAYAYAYAYA Franks not dead!
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~LittleMonkeyHands