I FINALLY UPDATED! I know it's been a while but please stay with me on this, and thank you, thank you so much everybody who has reviewed, favorited followed this story. Thank you Foxy121 for your help and ideas, you're such a blessing! Oh and NancyAustin , kudos for writing the first four paragraphs. Love you sis! I am currently working on chapter seven so please don't give up on me.
Frank held his breath waiting to see what would happen. Aziz quickly strode to the door motioning for one of his men to follow him. Smiling evilly he turned to Fenton "You see, I always receive what I want. I wanted my son and here he is, he has come to me at last."
"Actually he's come to us, your son would never come to you." Frank couldn't resist. Growling angrily Aziz made his way across the room and slapped the older Hardy brother across the cheek. Walking back to the door he continued.
" You see Fenton, I knew you would be the key to finding him. You have always stuck your nose into my affairs. At last I can be reunited with my son. It looks like I don't even need to find your other son. The boys must be very close, because he has come himself and during a hurricane!" Saying this Arundhati opened the door and stepped back.
A soaking Zanier entered the house"Joe..." he started speaking, only to freeze when he saw the Hardys, Frank and his parents were bound, there were several strange men surrounding them, and it looked like Frank had been struck. Though what worried him more was that Aunt Trudy and Joe were nowhere to be seen. "Frank...what's going on, who are these people, where's Aunt Trudy, Joe?!" Zain startled as Aziz and his guard stepped out from his hiding place.
"Ah, all very good questions that I have very good answers for. You see I'm your father, I was just catching up with an old friend, that annoying woman has been locked in a closet, and no one seems to know where Joe is." Zanier looked startled.
"Wha...what? My father is dead." Zain's voice shook. He turned to look at Frank for answers, Frank swallowed and gave Zain a look that said everything.
"Zanier, I know you think that I died when you were a child. You see, that is what I wanted you and your *jaddah to think. But no, I survived and then fought, I fought Zanier. Even in captivity and when I escaped I came straight to you." Arundhati finished smiling his arms outreached for his son.
Zain took a breath looking once more at Frank and Fenton before throwing himself bravely at Aziz The terrorist screamed pulling Zain off himself then he said something in Arabic to his guards.
"Zainier, You do not understand, this man, Fenton Hardy, killed your mother. He was the one who took my dear Massaret, he took away you." Aziz stepped forward towards Zain. Frank held his breath watching, his heart hammering in his chest loudly. "This man is the evil one."
Zain shook his head stubbornly and looked up to meet the terrorist's eyes.
" No. I know Mr. Hardy, he's like a father to me. He always strives to maintain and create justice. You-you.." Zain's voice trailed off. Fenton grit his teeth and lowered his head.
"Saleem-"
"*Eskoot!" Aziz roared and Fenton winced.
Frank closed his eyes and once again pulled hard against his zip-ties then stopped remembering an old trick his father had taught him. First he turned his wrists up, then he turned them sideways(palm to palm). And then he fi-
"Noooooo!" Frank heard his mother scream, quickly he looked up just in time to see the door being kicked in. Everything after seemed to happen in slow motion; the living room was filled with the Bayport Police Force and Aziz's angry face was blocked from Frank's view by his tall guard. Loud screams and gunshots echoed through the small room, Frank slowly stood to his feet and stepped towards where he had last seen the terrorist. BANG! The loud sound of a gunshot behind him made him freeze. He blinked.
"Frank!" Someone called, panic evident in their voice. Frank turned to see but surprising he was falling, the floor rushed up to meet him. People were screaming, the blackness was calling and Frank felt too tired to resist.
*Eskoot-shut up
*Jaddah- Grandmother