Brain Child

Chapter Thirteen

By copagirl

Joe and Frank were met at the door by their mother and she didn't look happy. Fussing over Joe, Laura had him go up to his room to rest. Frank, hoping to make a clean getaway, was helping Joe up the stairs.

"Just a minute, Frank, I want to talk to you." Laura stood, hands on her hips, a stern look on her face.

Joe gave Frank a comforting glance as he continued up the stairs.

"Mom, I…"

"I know, you were protecting your brother," Laura Hardy began.

Thirty minutes later, Frank was in his room, having been sent there for the remainder of the day. There was a soft knock at the door; Joe peeked in.

"Mind if I come in?"

Frank smiled at his brother. "Sure. I need to talk to you anyway."

Joe sat down on Frank's bed. "You going to tell me why Principal Hayden suspended you?"

Frank blushed. "I lost my temper and attacked Aaron."

"Whoa. Wish I had seen that! It's not often you lose your temper, big brother. That's my department ya know." Joe gave Frank a teasing smile.

"I'll try and remember that the next time. Joe, I think it's time we tell Dad about seeing the Gray Man and about Carolyn."

"Do you think that's a good idea, Frank? I mean, Dad doesn't know that we know Mr. Gray and about the Network."

"He knows that we've helped Mr. Gray a few times. I think I have a way of getting around that problem anyway," Frank replied.

The brothers sat quietly for a moment, and then Joe turned to Frank. "Why do you think we should tell Dad?"

"I've been doing some heavy duty thinking. Gray said that once the Assassins learned how good Carolyn was with her kinetic abilities, that they started training her to be an Assassin."

Joe nodded.

"The Assassins wanted to use her as some kind of secret weapon. When Dr. Tyler escaped and took Carolyn with him, supposedly the Network wanted to hide and protect them from the Assassins. But what's to prevent the Network from using Carolyn in the same way? Only instead of world leaders that get killed, it would be terrorists."

"For the greater good, whatever means possible," Joe mumbled.

"Exactly," replied Frank.

"We better tell Dad," Joe said.

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Fenton Hardy is evil…Fenton Hardy must DIE!

Carolyn sat up; breathing rapidly as the words slowly faded away. After Frank and Joe had taken her home, Carolyn went upstairs to her room. She needed to sleep. Now as the horrible dream…no memory, faded away, Carolyn wanted to speak with the Hardys.

Getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. As she went downstairs, Carolyn noticed how quiet the house was. Where was Uncle Tyler?

Once downstairs, Carolyn checked the kitchen. She knew her uncle wasn't in his room. The door had been open; the door was only closed when he was in the room. Checking the rest of the house, Carolyn found that she was alone.

Then she heard a noise down in the basement.

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Fenton Hardy wasn't working on any cases. He had been catching up on his paperwork when Frank and Joe had come home. Fenton heard Laura reprimanding one of the boys. Joe probably, he thought. He wasn't surprised when two hours later, there was a knock at his door. He was surprised to see Frank, along with Joe, walk into his office.

Fenton sat back, not sure if he could believe what Frank and Joe had told him.

"Tell me again why Mr. Gray approached you two?"

"It's like Frank said," Joe began. "He wanted someone her age to look out for her."

"And you think that Mr. Gray wants to exploit this girl? Use her the same way the Assassins wanted to use her?" Fenton asked.

Frank and Joe agreed. "Dad, the few times we worked with Mr. Gray, well, we've never really trusted him. He would use any means possible to get the job done," Joe said.

Fenton sighed. "I have to agree with you on that. I've always felt the same way. Okay, after dinner we'll go talk with this Mr. Jones."

Frank and Joe breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, they would never get to talk with Mr. Jones.

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Carolyn stood quietly, straining to hear the noise again.

Silence.

Carolyn turned when she heard a scratching sound coming from the hall closet. Cautiously walking towards the closet, Carolyn reached out for the door handle when the door slowly opened.

Dr. Tyler Jones fell to the floor. He was bound and gagged. Blood seeped out from a wound on the back of his head.

Carolyn screamed. The scream was cut short as she was hit with a tranquilizer dart. Her body falling limply to the floor, Carolyn saw one thing that coursed fear through her body.

The last thing she saw as the blackness overtook her…

...Dead eyes.

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