Okay, so I was thanx for the reviews! Wowee! I got a request to take out the bold, italicized, flashback/ End flashbacks…. So I dun know? Is it affecting the flow for everyone else, cuz I have no clue how to separate everything then, cuz I really don't wanna just leave flashbacks and the present part of the story together, cuz I would get confused if I read something like that. Sorry, but no flashbacks this time around, but I've decided to head a different direction to this story then I originally planned because of a certain reviewer… erm… I forget whom, but after reading their review gave me a little inspiration (Yah See! Reviews do give brain jolts)! Hope you'll enjoy this next chapter! It's all dedicated to you all who reviewed!

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Dedicated to: Authorless, Ragna Ice, justdoyourthing, astalder27, kel, jen, littlewing, P.L. Wynter, Diana, Jubie91, prongspadfoot2003, lyn, kira's Watching Angel, Anita, Chris, Julz, Allura, Lyndsay, and Lady Emily!

P.S. I'll try for longer chapters, but I'm not promising you anything, cuz chapter lengths depend on what I feel like it's the appropriate time to end the chapter.


Fenton woke up to an itch on the bridge of his nose. He reached his arm up to relieve the irritating sensation to find that his hand was touching something moving. He quickly jerked himself awake, even though his mind was still clouded with confusion. When he got his eyes to open, he jumped back, seeing big, brown, hairy spiders in front of him. He was in a spiders nest.

Fear crept into him. Where was he? Why did his head feel like a train was roaring itself across his skull, but the only thing that occurred to him at the time was to get out. He was never too fond of spiders, and he was no expert, but wild spiders were dangerous.

He quickly stood up, feeling the back of his head at the bumped. His unsteady legs did little to hold him up, and if it weren't for a rock crevice in the wall, he would have fallen flat on his face.

"Frank!" Fenton cried out of the pit he was in. "Joe?" His hoarse, exasperated voice echoed across the he assumed and hoped, solid, dirt surroundings.

Fear enveloped his chest. Where were his sons? He had to get out. He had to find his sons.

Examining the 8 foot climb to the opening of the pit, he found a palm fitting rock near him. Using one side of rock, he carved himself a foot hold in the wall, and then another, and then another until he couldn't reach any higher. Putting his foot into the first hold he dug out, he began to climb, digging more holds as he climbed. Before he even got 3 feet off the ground, his arm somehow gave out on him, and he fell hard onto the ground.

"ARhhhhhh!" Fenton yelled in frustration. The hairy crawlers around him began to move around him, feeling the vibration of his anger.

The ache of his back caused him to feel hopeless. Fenton Hardy, the world's most famous investigator stuck in a pit in the ground. Fenton Hardy, the father who doesn't know where his sons were. Fenton Hardy, the loser who pitied himself and deserved to be in this pit. The insults kept repeating themselves over and over in his mind. He couldn't escape.

Why, why, why was he left to suffer here? Did he really deserve this? Where were his sons? His sons, he had to find them. Where were they?

Imagines of his boys flooded his aching mind. His boys were crying. His boys were hurt. His boys need their father more than anything right now!

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself Fenton." He said angrily to himself as he pushed himself off the ground again to try again. "I'm coming boys. Daddy's coming!"


"Joe! Dad! Where are you?" Frank yelled for the past 10 minutes. He had woken up in the middle of no where, and he was getting frustrated, angry, and scared all at the same time.

When he had fallen asleep, he was in the middle of the woods, when he woke up, he was near a cliff at the end of the woods looking down at more trees near a roaring, white river. He had then decided to walk into the woods, hoping to find where he was and where his father and Joe were just to get lost. Now he had no clue where he was and the worst was that he didn't know how he got there.

How was it possible that he was taken from their camp to this isolated location without being woken up? He didn't feel woozy, or any signs of being drugged asleep. The strangest phenomenon was that despite all that had happened; he felt a little reassured that everything was going to be okay. He just didn't know exactly why. First things first, he had to find his brother and his dad.

Again he looked around him, trying to figure out where he was. There was no possible way he could have been moved without feeling like he's move. Was this a dream?

"DAD? JOE?" Frank yelled out again just to hear the resounding echo of his voice bouncing off the wrinkled, old tree trunks around him.

Frank walked on for another few minutes until he seemed to be have lost his footing because he was on ground, and suddenly he was floating in midair, just to land back on hard ground.

"Ow." Frank said, rubbing the back of his neck after realizing he had fallen into some kind of pit.

Frank looked up, seeing it was about 7 or 8 feet above him.

Slowly pushing himself up, his face creased in disgust; seeing he was surrounded by arachnids a.k.a. spiders surrounding him and a few smashed ones near and under him. Quickly dusting his clothes off, he tried to figure out a way he could get out of the stupid hole. He didn't exactly like spiders that much.

With a detective's eye, he saw some sort of carved out foot/hand holds in the walls.

Someone must have fallen in here.

Some of the holds were a little unstable so with a heavy sigh, he spun around, locating a sharp rock carelessly touched near him and he started digging. Hopefully he could get out fast, because he didn't want to spend another second longer stranded or stuck in a pit full of spiders.

Joe? Dad? Where are you guys?


Got to run. Got to run. Got to run far. Can't stop. Can't take breath. Pant. Tired. Falling.

Joe fell to his hands and knees in a skidded attempt to break his fall. He was wheezing tiredly, trying to catch his breath.

He slowly tried to push himself up to get going, but he ended up just rolling onto his back to stare at the looming, green trees around him.

Every so often, he'd hear a twitter from a few birds, a caw from a bigger bird, some buzzing, some cricketing, and some rustling. His mind kept jumping from one noise to the next.

Putting his hands onto his ears to stop the noise, Joe pushed himself up onto his unsteady feet.

Got to run. Got to run. Got to fun far. Can't stop.

He didn't know where he was running to. He just knew he had to run away from all the noise. He ran with his eyes closed, wandering aimlessly through the woods without any recollection of anything or where he was going.

Suddenly, he stopped. He heard something, a rushing whoosh. There, he caught it again. Rush, whose, water!

Joe ran for all he was worth towards the water. Parched with thirst, he needed to drink, he wash his face, to clear his thoughts.

When he reached the stream, he was dead tired. He fell to his knees, not caring when he landed so close to the water, his pants soaked through.

With the ravenousness of a wild animal, Joe dunked his head into the violent waters, not caring or thinking anything of it. He just needed to clear his thoughts. He drank deeply from the river before pulling his head out to stare at his reflection in the water.

He looked horrible. With bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, to the scratches scattered over his face and exposed areas on his body, he looked like a savage.

Joe broke into tears. What was happening where was he.

When he thought all hope of lost, he heard a voice from somewhere. It was echoing.

"Joe! Dad! Where are you?" The voice was calling.

He knew that voice, but where was it coming from.

His head twitched every which way as he got slowly onto his feet before looking up. There was a massive cliff above him that led to what seemed like more woods.

"Joe! Dad!" The voice called again.

I know that voice. Frank? Frank!

Joe tried to yell out that he was down here, but he had no voice. He wrapping his hands around his throat, trying to get something out, but it was hopeless. He couldn't talk. Frank doesn't know where he is.

Out of anger, he kicked a rock near him into the water, but the rock platform he was standing on was soaked in water. With a silent cry of surprise, Joe fell backwards into the water.

He thrashed around, trying to take a breath. He was lost in a world of twist and turns, and where he didn't know which way was right side up. Everything was turning very dark very fast, and before he knew it, his mind was clear because he succumbed to the dark.


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