I'm BAAACK!

*everyone screams in terror*

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A computer, a dog, a million dollars, the Hardy Boys. I own none of these things.

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Laura stood outside the bathroom protectively, when a middle aged woman with red hair came running up to her. She started talking almost immediately.

"Your two boys have blonde and brown hair right?"

"Um, yes why do you ask?" Laura answered getting slightly worried. Fenton looked at the woman then to his wife. This couldn't be good.

"I saw a man, he was wearing a blue polo with black jeans, he had them, your two boys, he had them!" Laura was officially scared.

"What?!" She cried out looking to Fenton. Fenton's eyes widened when he realized that her description of the person was exactly who had walked in to the bathroom with his boys. He rushed in to the bathroom and yelled,

"Frank! Joe!" When there was no reply he opened both stall door. Nothing. He ran out of the bathroom and told his frightened wife,

"Give me your phone, sweetie, I need to call the cops!" Laura complied, scared. Fenton grabbed the phone and dialed the three numbers he knew all to well.

"911 emergencies what is your emergency?"

"Yes, my sons have been kidnapped." Beside him, Laura gasped.

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The kidnapper also known as Ryan Stern tossed the boys in the back of his truck. He had done a sloppy job on duct taping their wrists, but they were only children, they couldn't be that strong. He pulled out of the zoo parking lot and took off down the street. About 3 miles after he ditched the car, took the boys out, and called his boss.

"Do you have another delivery?" asked his boss.

"Why yes I do," said Ryan.

"Good I'll be there in five."

Ryan waited about seven minutes then finally heard the car pull up.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic."

"Understandable, I had to drive in it to."

"So, who are the two boys?"

"I dunno," Said Ryan, "they were just at the zoo and they looked perfect. The blonde one is wild and stubborn, and the brown haired one is calmer and less stubborn."

"Nicki is gonna like that one. She apparently has a thing for blondes," Ryan's boss also known as Charlie Yemen said. They drove on in silence until there was a moan from the back.

"Stop the car," Ryan commanded. Charlie did what he said.

Ryan went to the back of the car to see which boy had woken up. He opened the trunk and saw a big pair of frightened brown eyes looking at him. It didn't surprise Ryan that this kid had woken up first. He looked older and was about a foot taller. Usually the oldest person wakes up first because they are the biggest and the drug wears off faster. Ryan smiled as the kid's eyes widened in fear.

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Fenton stood inside the police station. He was scared, angry, and very, very worried. He had just learned that his sons had been kidnapped by Ryan Stern, a pretty famous kidnapper know for taking kids ages 3 to 9. He was trying to find a way to tell his wife without upsetting her too much. He realized there was really no way to tell your wife that your sons had probably been kidnapped by a psycho nicely. He walked back into the waiting room to Laura. When she saw him she immediately stood up and said,

"Did you find them?"

Fenton shook his head but then said, "No, but we do know who took them, which could help us."

"Who took them?!"

"Sweetie, you should probably sit down for this," Fenton told her. Laura took a seat then asked quietly,

"Fenton who took them?"

"Ryan Stern." Laura's eyes went wide and she gasped.

"But isn't he the one who takes them and beats kids and sends photos and hurts them and then calls you to let you talk to them but only for a little while and then he beats them to death?!" Laura asked talking fast and almost hyperventilating. Fenton sat down next to his wife and hugged her.

"Shhh, well find them before that. Its ok sweetie, its ok."

But really his wife had been right. Ryan Stern was a famous kidnapper who did almost the same thing to all of his victims. In the first couple days he would send pictures to the family of their children, sometimes beaten, sometimes chained to the wall, and many other horrid things. Sometime after that he would let you talk to your children, but only for a short amount of time. After that there would be about two weeks of nothing. Only some people had the next step, it depended on whether or not your child was still alive, Ryan would let you talk to you kid one last time. Then usually after that the body of your child would be found in a public park. Dead.

Fenton shook his head to clear his mind. He would not think of that. He WAS going to find his boys before any of that happened.

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Ryan pulled the brown haired kid out of the trunk and put him on the street. He then closed the blonde who was still knocked out back in the trunk. He picked up the other kid who had not moved from where he had put him. He brought his up front and put his between him and Charlie. He ripped of the duct tape from over his mouth. A small yelp came from the boy.

"So sweetheart, what is your name?" asked Charlie in a voice dripping with false sweetness. Frank said nothing, scared. Ryan spoke up next,

"Now, if you be a good boy and answer all our questions, we won't hurt your brother okay?" Franks eyes widened again and he nodded.

"So let me ask again," said Charlie, "What is your name?"

"Frank," came the timid reply.

"And your brother?"

"Joe," Frank said.

"What nice names!" Ryan said with sarcasm. He was already bored with this Frank kid.

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Joe's eyes shot open and he tried to sit up only to hit his head against something hard. He winced in pain. Where am I? Joe thought. He then remember having to go to the bathroom and being taken with Frank. FRANK! Where is Frank! The car suddenly lurched and Joe's head slammed into the side of the truck. His world erupted into darkness.

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