Hello, I'm back! I have decided to continue this story, thanks to some very kind reviews from LaurenHardy13, bookwriter-lover1212, and guest. So thank you so much! Ok enough of my babbling.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hardy Boys, all rights belong to Franklin W. Dixon and the publishing company and other people that are not me.

Chapter 2: Monster

(Michael is 11. Joe is 10)

Louis was roughly dragged into the drafty cell, and shackled to the bed. "Welcome home." One of the guards said dryly, before both guards left, slamming the barred door behind them. Louis groaned, and sat down on the uncomfortable bed. The cot had a single sheet and one pillow; both stained an old, musty yellow with brown and green blotches that Louis didn't care to look at.

He put his head in his hands and gently massaged his swollen face. It wasn't his fault the other inmates pissed him off, and it definitely wasn't his fault they had ganged up on him. All he did was fight back. They had told him that he was a piece of shit and deserved to die for abusing 'poor defenseless children.' Louis rolled his eyes. If they only knew how intolerable his kids were… Louis thought to himself, he bet that those men would have done the same thing.

He lay down on his back and stared up at the ceiling. There was a fly lazily drifting near the flickering fluorescent light. The bare cement walls were decorated with water stains and cracks, and there was a leak somewhere. Louis could hear the steady drip drip drip of water hitting the solid concrete floor. "Why ain't there any beer in prison?" He muttered abstractly.

"I agree with you, man." A voice drifted over to Louis. "Would make this place a hell of a lot more bearable."

Louis turned his head toward the voice but could only see the outline of a man in the shadows. "Why am I even here? It ain't like I did anything wrong." He said.

"It's the government's way of punishing us. They'll take away any civil liberties they can to make you wanna change who you really are. Or make you feel ashamed of what you done." The voice was gruff but wise voice and came from the next cell over.

"Tell me 'bout it. They tell ya this is a free country then put restrictions on everythin'." Louis responded.

"Once you do something that is seen as 'wrong' you're automatically a criminal. I wanna know, who decides what's wrong and what's right."

"I guess the government. I'd like to give them a taste of this hellhole is like."

"It's a long process. First, your civil liberties and natural human rights are stripped away from you. They take away your freedom of movement, and your sense of individualism." He looked down at his orange jumpsuit. "Then they try to break you. Make you a good little boy again. Well that's not gonna happen with me." The man slammed his hand into the cement wall.

There was a long silence; the only sound was the steady drip, drip, drip. "What ya in here for?" Louis asked.

"Rape, embezzlement, armed robbery, selling drugs, kidnapping, murder. The list goes on. See, I'm a gang leader over in New York."

"Did you say murder?"

"Yeah. I can torture too. For a price. What you in for?" The New York accent came through.

"Kidnapping, Child abuse and neglect."

The man scoffed. "You went to jail for teaching your kids a lesson?"

"Wasn't anything the little pricks didn't deserve. When I get outta here I'll find them. They'll pay for what they did to me. It's them who should be in here. They killed my wife, their mother. Well, not really their mother. The woman who raised 'em." Louis sighed.

There was another long awkward pause. Until the man in the other cell made his way to the adjoining barred wall. Louis finally got a better look at him, and was almost scared.

The New Yorker was tall, and incredibly muscular. His legs looked like tree trunks and the orange jumpsuit was tight around his arms and abdomen, exposing his toned lean stomach. There was a tattoo of a snake on both forearms. He had a black mustache and cold hard eyes. His head was completely bald. "The name's Snake."

"L-Louis." The fat man felt quite small.

"I'll call you Freakshow. We gotta get you in shape before we get outta here. Once we do we're gonna find your kids, together. You, me and my gang. Tomorrow we start training."

Louis nodded. The buzzer sounded, signaling lights out and Snake drifted back towards his cot. Louis fell asleep quickly. He dreamt about the next time he and Snake crossed paths with Michael and Daniel. All of the pain they would inflict on the boys, the torture, the blood, the boys begging for mercy, and finally, the kill. He'd get his revenge, even if it killed him. Louis smiled in his sleep. Drip, drip, drip, drip.

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