Chapter 20

The cigarette man sat in his car his hands gripping the steering wheel tight in frustration. He knew what he had to do but dang it! He also wanted to live. His hands slowly relaxed and slid off the steering wheel. He leaned back in the seat and drew a deep breath. He didn't deserve to live, not after what he had done. He took his phone out of his pocket and getting out of the car he went around to the trunk.

Inserting the key, he lifted the lid and the light of the phone lit up a small part of the trunk. It was filled with boxes of documents. Documents that incriminated his boss and everyone else who had taken part of the dastardly deeds. They shot a mom, put a chip in a small boy, mind and body controlled him and all for what?

The cigarette man knew what it was all for, but it seemed so stupid now. He slammed the trunk closed and getting back into the car he drove away. 5 minutes later a call was received by the police about a Joe Hardy being spotted going into the forest. When they asked who it was, they were abruptly hung up on. He ended the call and put the cellphone beside him as he drove. The cigarette man had called for Help for Joe and when they found him, he would turn in all the evidence to the police.

"What do you mean you know what they're looking for? Wait. You mean the burglar that shot Mom?" Frank asked unsure of what Joe was saying.

"I think so." Joe said his eyes big as they stared Frank. Frank rushed over to Joe and together they opened the file and read its contents.

"Frank, I don't get it. Who is this YANEM company?" Joe looked up at his big brother and Frank shrugged his shoulder as he too was unsure who they were.

"I don't know Joe but how do you know that this is what the bad guys were looking for?" Frank stopped and his chestnut brown eyes got big as he remembered what the doctor had said at the hospital. "J-Joe you got a chip in your head!" he blurted it out before thinking how Joe would react to the news and he clamped a hand over his mouth and stared in horror, but it was too late.

Joe dropped the file to the floor with a soft thud and looked at Frank with wild and confused vividly blue eyes. "Wha-What d-do yo-you mean I have a ch-chi-chip in my head Frank?" Joe suddenly raised his hands to his head and started to claw at the back of his neck where the stiches were. "Get it out. Get it out Frank! GET IT OUT!" Joe was fast becoming hysterical and Frank went to Joe quickly and pulled his arms away from the back of his neck.

When Joe's arms went back up as soon as Frank let his arms go. He held his arms down and pulled Joe into a hug. Joe struggled but Frank who was bigger and stronger than Joe refused to budge an inch. Joe started to calm down as he felt the warmth of his brother's body making him sleepy. Frank grimaced when he looked down and saw the back of Joe's neck. A bit of blood was trickling out from where Joe had pulled one of his stiches out.

Before either one of them could move or say a word the sound of smashing glass filled the air and then the unmistakable sound of a door downstairs being unlocked. Someone was in the house! Frank didn't know what to do and things got even ore complicated when he felt Joes body sag once more in his arms. Joe was asleep, an intruder was in the house and Frank was all alone. the only thing he could think of was to hide.

He scooped Joe up into his arms and stopping only for a nano-second to pick up the important file on the ground he quietly rushed them into Joe's room to hide. Frank had barely managed to cover themselves up from being seen when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They got closer and closer and closer until they reached the top of the stairs. The person turned and walked down the hall to where Joe's room was.

Frank held his breath and put his hand over Joe's mouth just in case he woke up and made a sound. this time the footsteps were practically on top of them, Frank felt as if every step that the person took shook his very bones. Closer, closer, and closer…

TBC

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!

Exactly: how did I get into whump writing. Hmmmm. Good question. I guess I felt as if they didn't do enough whump in the books and when they did, I really liked it and wanted more. so, I was like HEY! Why don't I write a story where they get whumped because I like to write and i like whump!

Scorpion (Guest): YES! I love that idea! I will definitely make Frank tickle Joe as soon as the danger passes them by!

BY For NOW EVERYONE!

Sorry its short!