A/N I meant to update before this but still it's faster then usual. Lol.

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"What do you have?" Dr. Robert Cates asked as he accepted the chart detailing the injuries of the seventeen year old boy from the EMTs.

"Frank Hardy, seventeen, head injury, possibly a concussion, found unconscious by his brother in a utility closet." On technician recited without pause. Cates nodded and pulled his penlight out of the pocket in his lab coat. He shined the light in each of Frank's eyes and scribbled something on the chart. "Bring him to exam one." The doctor instructed the orderlies who had come over. He gave the medical technicians a nod which they returned before he headed to the exam room. Joe followed after him only to be told that he needed to remain in the waiting room while Cates conducted the exam.

Joe scowled at the doctor, but nodded turning on his heel and walking back to the waiting room. Joe plopped down in a hard molded plastic chair near the nurses' station and buried his head in his hands letting out a groan as he pondered why these things always happened to them. It wasn't as though they asked for people to maim, injure, kidnap, torture or kill them.

Joe was willing to admit that they did…sometimes…put themselves in dangerous situations, but it wasn't as though they walked around with signs that said 'Attack me, Please'. Well there was that one time…but that's a different story.

At the Hardy Home…

The man slunk quietly around the perimeter of the house. He smirked to himself when he saw the two women get in the car evidently heading to the grocery store. Which meant the house was empty. The father was away on a case and the brothers were at the hospital. He crept quietly through the shadows toward the backdoor. He reached one gloved hand into his jacket pocket pulling out a set of lock picks. Glancing around carefully for any witnesses he jiggled the thin rod in the lock

A smile slid into place as the lock clicked. He pushed lightly on the door and stepped over the threshold closing the door behind him. The man headed up the stairs until he came upon what was perhaps the neatest room in the entire house. He entered the room cautiously and headed toward the desk.

He pulled open the top drawer and smirked noticing the notes stored there. The boy had not told anyone. Not the smartest move on his part, but so much the better for the man. He reached into the desk and pulled out a blue spiral.

Clutching the spiral in his hands he headed across the room to the bench that sat beneath the window. The man deposited the spiral on the edge of the bench and moved toward the closet intent upon his work. He pulled the double doors of the closet open and shoved past the hanging dress clothes searching for something. He grinned manically when he spotted the plain looking white box. The man picked it up and tore the cover off peering at the contents with excitement.

The box contained many of the treasures of the Chosen One. He rooted through a stack of pictures selecting several pictures from the box. The man took a red marker out of his bag and quickly inscribed a message to the boy before placing it in an envelope and tacking it to the bulletin board. Having finished this part of his mission he returned to his task of unnerving the Chosen One.

He left the room after unmaking the bed and moving several items of clothing and a few books to new locations. Finally he grabbed the Chosen One's Biology book and stuffed it into his bag before exiting the room.

Joe/Gertrude/Laura

Joe's eyes widened when it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't actually called his Mother, she was going to kill him when she found out. Swallowing fearfully Joe pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his Mom. "It's Joe." He said as the familiar voice of his Mother inquired as to who was calling.

"Hi, Sweetie, something I can do for you? Aren't you and Frank still at baseball practice?" She asked cheerfully as she made her way through the grocery store in search of that night's dinner.

"Um, well practice is still going on, but Frank and I aren't there." Joe said quietly.

"What are you talking about? Did something happen? Are you all right?" Laura said already interrogating her son and she hadn't even heard what happened yet.

"Well to answer your second question-yes, 'something' happened. Um… the thing is that Frank didn't show up to practice…, and I went looking for him, I finally found him in the utility closet and…"

"Are you telling me your brother was locked in a closet?" Laura questioned interrupting her son.

"Well…yes…I suppose, but anyway he was only semi-conscious, and I called an ambulance, we're at the Bayport General Hospital. Frank is being examined right now they think he has a concussion." Joe explained.

"I'll be right there, don't move." Laura commanded before she hung up the phone and as she headed to the next aisle where Gertrude was to tell her what happened. The two women abandoned their half full carts and headed out of the store in the hopes of getting to the hospital as soon as possible.

The two froze in their tracks when they spotted their car which looked as though it had been run over by a monster truck. "Oh my..." Laura started trailing off as she saw a spark flare up from the remains of her car. "We should back up." She muttered grabbing her sister-in-law by the arm and pulling her back ten feet or so from the car.

"Laura, call the police…" Gertrude said shaking the other woman lightly. Laura looked like she was in a daze.

"What? Oh yes…" Laura said snapping out of her shock and pulling her cell phone out of her purse.

"What is the nature of your emergency?" The operator asked immediately.

"I'm on the corner of Main and High Streets, and my car was hit by someone and there are sparks, I think it might catch fire." Laura exclaimed mentally groaning as she realized how long it would be before she could get to the hospital and her sons. This really was not her day. The two women backed up a few feet further as orange sparks flew up from the wreckage.

Back at the Hospital…

"Who can I get to fill out these insurance forms?" A nurse who looked to be around sixty asked sounding mad.

"Um, well, my Mom should be here soon…hopefully." Joe said flashing the woman a weak smile when she glared at him.

"No one has any respect for protocol anymore…" She informed him. Joe nodded at her looking scared. "In my day, we didn't have these issues, when someone was brought into the hospital their insurance was filled out immediately, and certainly young boys were never brought in having been found unconscious after a fight…" Just smile and nod, smile and nod. Joe chanted to himself as the woman continued her lecturing. "Well…?" She asked tapping her foot impatiently. Joe jumped when he realized that he had no idea what she had just said.

"Um…I'll ponder that?" Joe asked weakly. She opened her mouth to continue berating him when Doctor Cates emerged from the exam room and walked over to Joe

"You can go ahead and leave Mr. Hardy with me Nurse Jenkins." Dr. Cates said with an amused smile. Joe let out a sigh of relief when he saw the woman leave with a final glare in his direction. "Your brother has a grade three concussion; he'll be kept under observation for at least a day possibly two. I'm having him moved to a room on the fifth floor, check with a nurse up there for his room number." Dr. Cates explained without preamble.

"All right, thanks, Doctor." Joe said quickly shaking the doctor's hand before turning on his heel and sprinting toward the elevator. He was dimly aware of the nurse yelling after him not to run, but he was already jabbing the elevator button. She was moving toward him again having already started talking about how in her day boys knew not to run in the hospital when the doors mercifully slid open to admit him. Joe hurriedly pressed the button for the fifth floor sighing in undisguised relief when they slid shut and the elevator started to move.

And Now Back to the Psychotic People who are out to get Frank…

"I have infiltrated the home of the Chosen One." The man who had entered the Hardy house exclaimed kneeling before the stone alter once more. "I've left the explanation that goes with the letter." He continued.

"Excellent job, my Son, Mother Earth smiles upon you for your work at her behest." His companion complimented. "Soon the boy will piece it together, and then it will be time." He continued.

"Shall I enact the plan KTBABGH, now?" The first man asked.

"Yes. I was just informed before your arrival that Brother John has completed his task, Mrs. Hardy is…indisposed…and the way to the Chosen One and his brother will be clear. You know what you must do. The spare must be eliminated. As we speak the union of brothers is moving to dispose of each spare, you have been so honored to remove the brother of the Chosen One from the equation. Go now, my son. Do the duty you've been so honored with." The second man said solemnly. His companion nodded and rose to his feet. He bowed once toward the alter before exiting the room on his way to fulfill his oath.

"Frank?" Joe asked pulling a chair up to his brother's hospital bed. His brother smiled slightly but didn't open his eyes.

"Yes, Joe?" Frank asked.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

"That's what you said when I found you bleeding from the head on the floor…" Joe said with a pointed look.

"I have a bit of headache…" Frank started.

"A bit?! It's a grade three concussion…" Joe exclaimed.

"Fine, I have a big headache but other then that I'm fine." Frank responded. Joe smirked at his brother.

"Whatever you say, Big Brother." Joe said in a patronizing tone.

"Are you patronizing me, Baby Brother?" Frank asked.

"Of course not." Joe replied giving Frank his best innocent blue eyes. Frank glared at his brother.

"I hate you." Frank said scowling at his brother.

"Of course you do." Joe said with a smirk clearly showing how ridiculous he found the statement. Frank glared at his brother and returned to his lifelong pondering of whether it was possible for his eyes to freeze upwards from rolling them at Joe so many times.

A single car inched quietly down the street with its headlights off. The driver smiled to himself spotting his target. Callie Shaw was within his sights, it was time to dispose of her. The girl took a step off the curb and the man slammed on the gas. Callie looked up in shock when she heard the motor rev up. She froze as the car bore down on her. Callie let out an earsplitting shriek as metal met flesh. She was thrown back when the car hit. The target slammed into a mail box near the curb and remained there…motionless. The man rolled down his window as he passed dropping a single pink geranium at her side.

Outside the High School…

Vanessa Bender was on her way to meet her friend, they had projects to work on. She was in such a rush that she didn't pay her surrounding any attention. Vanessa was taken by complete surprise when the glint of silver shown in the moonlight. The blade curved toward her in a graceful arc slamming into her at the joint where shoulder connected to collar bone. She didn't even have time to scream. Her assailant smiled eerily and pressed a single yellow forsythia into her hands.

Outside Mr. Pizza…

Tony Prito exited the restaurant locking the door behind him, it was his night to close up. The target was grabbed from behind and drug backwards down the alley. Tony struggled but was unsuccessful in his attempts to break free from the man who held him. The man pulled a gun from his jacket pocket and jammed it into the target's side. "Good-bye." He whispered coldly pulling the trigger.

The crack of the gun shot reverberated through the night. The assailant bent and placed a single monkshood at the boy's side, before turning and exiting the alley leaving Tony collapsed to the ground his face paling as he clutched desperately at the hole in his side.

In the high school's computer lab…

Phil Cohen was working tirelessly on his project. The lab had long since emptied of students. His computer professor had given him special permission to use the lab that night in fact he was supposed to be met by Vanessa who was planning to work on her own project while helping him with his. Phil was so absorbed in his work he didn't hear the door open. He didn't hear the soft footsteps as the person approached him. He didn't notice the lonely orange mock that was placed on the floor near his chair. And Phil didn't see the monitor that was raised above his head until it was too late. The man let go and the computer came crashing down toward Phil.

Outside the locker rooms…

Biff Hooper never stood a chance, sure he was stronger then the rest but so was his attacker. And Biff was unaware of what awaited him. He was unprepared for assault and unable to fend it off. The man grabbed him around the throat tightening his grip whenever Biff tried to fight back. The attacker waited until Biff went limp his struggles ceasing before he dropped the still body to the ground. The man knelt down pulling a begonia from his pocket and resting it in the hands of the boy who remained eerily still.

At the Mortons…

Chet Morton was a happy trusting person. He was completely unsuspecting of the danger that awaited him. Chet's appointed killer waited in the shadows of the barn. He came in a bucket filled with animal feed swinging back and forth in his hands. Chet was hit over the head from behind. The killer pulled out his matchbook and struck a light dropping it into a nearby haystack before placing an oleander which was held in a special fire proof container next to the boy. The man then turned fleeing from the barn leaving Chet to his death.

At the Hospital…

"I'm going to go get some coffee from the cafeteria." Joe informed his brother.

"All right, go ahead, don't worry, I'll still be here when you get back." Frank said tiredly as he offered his brother a grin which he returned before heading out of the room. Joe headed quickly to the cafeteria in desperate need of caffeine. He went through the line having decided that he may as well attempt to stomach some dinner before returning to Frank's room. Joe accepted the ray of food from the cafeteria worker handing him a few bills.

Joe left the tray that had an unappetizing looking ham sandwich, a bag of chips, an old apple, and a single orange poppy in a vase on a vacant table as he got up to go over to the coffee machine to get a drink.

Joe returned with his wonderfully caffeinated drink sitting down at the table. He quickly unwrapped his sandwich and began to eat. Midway through his sandwich Joe froze falling from his seat and hitting his head on the linoleum tile.

Frank…

Frank frowned to himself wondering where his brother was. It had been fifteen minutes and he had yet to return. Frank glanced up when his door opened and an orderly walked in with a vase containing seven dark crimson roses with a single forsythia in the middle. Frank gaped at the flowers. "Do you know where these are from?" He questioned the orderly.

"No, I'm sorry but they were left with a note to deliver them to Frank Hardy at the front desk."

"Oh thanks anyway." Frank said with a smile as the orderly placed the flowers on the small table in the room. Frank couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine when he saw the flowers. Despite his mind thinking that they were simply from some well wisher he couldn't help but think that the flowers held some hidden meaning that was anything but good.

A/N Review, the next chapter is done and will be posted as soon as they get sent back to me. Oh and everyone say thanks to The Silent Rumble for editing it because I think I thourghly confused him since the chapter was um how should I say screwed up pretty badly when I emailed it to him. But he fixed it so yeah it makes sense now...I think. Idk. review and tell me.