A/N The whole world sucks. Boo.
Disclaimer: If I owned the Hardy Boys would the whole world suck? No. Does the whole world suck? Yes.
Note: This chapter takes place two weeks after the previous one.
"Frank, you shouldn't be going around alone they never found whoever pushed you in." Joe argued with his brother.
"That's really my choice now isn't it? I'm plenty responsible enough to be alone, and if memory serves correctly it is usually you who gets kidnapped for walking off alones. So, excuse me if I don't take you seriously." Frank said angrily.
"Joe's right, Frank, I hardly think its safe for you to be going off alone." Fenton said calmly.
"Fine, take his side you always do. I'm leaving." Frank said walking out the door slamming it behind him and taking off running. Fenton shook his head while Joe looked concerned.
"Should I go after him?" Joe asked.
"Give him a few minutes then follow him." Fenton said.
"Okay." Joe agreed. Frank ran without looking back ending up at the park. Sighing he plopped down on the swing. He didn't know what happened; he was just sick of people telling him what he could and couldn't do. So, he had left maybe not the left plan, but effective none the less. Frank was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone approach the park, didn't hear him walk up behind him, and didn't see the fist that came toward his head as the world went black. The man chuckled to himself and picked up the boy carrying him to his car, handcuffing him and shoving him into the trunk. Tos ehardys had played right into his hands. Joe Hardy walked out the door of his house and headed to the park Frank always went there when he was upset. Joe had asked him why once. Frank said once when he was four and Joe was just three he vaguely remembered coming to the park, Frank typical of a four year old had wandered away, and Joe being the typical little brother followed after him. We all know it didn't stay typical, I mean this is the Hardys. A strange man had wandered over and tried to get Frank to come into his care. Joe snuck up behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee. The man then tried to get Joe and Frank had bit his hand. The man screamed and Laura and Fenton had come running the man was arrested on the spot. Frank loved to there because it was the spot he liked to affectionately say they had caught there first criminal. Joe was sure Frank would have gone there. His big brother was nothing if not predictable, stable some might say, boring Joe would say, but we all know Joe is an adrenaline-high-wants-to-get-himself-killed-junkie. Joe walked across the park to the swings where Frank usually was. He let out a gasp there was blood on the woodchips, not much, but not exactly a knee scrape either. What concerned him more was the presence of Frank's cell phone on the ground, with ten missed calls, five unread text messages, and several voicemails. This didn't look good. What have you gotten yourself into, Big Brother? Joe wondered as he pulled out his cell phone and called his Dad. Some people's older brothers. Like your any better! A voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Frank snorted. Shut up! Joe muttered. Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity. The voice sing-songed. Well then, you'll just have to shut the hell up won't you? Joe thought. You'd like that wouldn't you? The Frank voice asked. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N Who liked? Seriously people review please??? Also, a special, special thank you to the Silent Rumble for his help on this chapter. Jason, I still expect you to update, even if this is less then 1,000 words, because I am in a very crappy mood and want something good to read, also if you don't then I might have to throw something at you, or smack you like this boy on my debate team. Lool. Not the best day. Hey, I only hit him with a door. Look, people I got crappy debate scores and he was trying to make me freeze! There were 12 inches of snow on the ground and he kept opening the door! He deserved it, and my debate varsity ppl who I have to listen to as assigned to us by our coach or be called insubordinate and get lectured (not that I wasn't already being lectured.) were making me give speeches, and yelling at me, and threatening to muzzle me, sacrifice me to pagan gods etc. in conclusion TSR and DPTM update! And everyone else review and get virtual cookies or get my virtual version of my bowling ball thrown at you, Seriously review, I've been sad all day. And 832 words is close enough!