The Vanisher

Back a few years ago, one of the world's most mysterious crimes ever committed left everyone stooped.
To this day, the goal and the criminal are still a mystery.
But, what people don't know what that the crime wasn't meant to be a crime in the first place.
The Vanisher, after many years, has returned with a mission, one that could change the world forever.


11. Again

"Again!" Mr. Jensen yells.  

We've been practicing for who knows how long now.

After about a 100 tries later, he lets us go.

Then I have training with Director Jones.

"Again!" Director Jones says to me.

I stand back up, wiping my mouth, and fight the combat instructor, Agent Angelia Shields.

We fight for a few seconds, and then she ends up jamming her knee into my stomach for the millionth time today.

"Again!" Jones says.

We go again, and same thing.

And again.

And again.

Finally, I've had enough.

I don't know what happened, but next thing I know, I'm on top of Agent Shields, acting like an animal.

A bunch of Agents grab me and drag me, slamming me into a restraint chair.

I see my reflection in one of their glasses.

My eyes are white, but none of the other symptoms are appearing.

I relax and they go away.

They take me to see Dr. Ming.

They still have no idea what could've happened.

Apparently, according to Dr. Ming, if my emotions get too out of hand, it can cause me to go into, and I quote, 'Beast Mode.'

We decide it's for the best that I stop training for the night.

I gladly agree.

Man I'm tired.

It's about 7:30, and I start walking home.

It's been a long, tiring day, and I have to do it all over again tomorrow.

Every action.

Every task.

Every feeling.

It'll happen all over again tomorrow.

It feels like sometimes things never stop, and you never get a break to enjoy things in life.

"Ragan?" A voice calls from behind me.  I stop and turn around.

"Tim?" I say, surprised to see him in this part of town.

"Hey, I haven't seen you since, well, 4:45. How you been?" He puts his hands in his pockets and looks at me.

"Oh, ya know, busy.  Tired."

"Yeah.  The season's almost over though. Only a couple more weeks, right?"

"Yep.  So, what are you doing here?  This isn't really the best place to be in town."

"Well, then why are you here?"

Damn, he always has a smart remark.

Damn you, Tim!

"I was just walking home." I reply.

"Oh, okay.  I was just getting some dinner.  Best pizza place in town is right here.  I love Pizza Palace."

"Really?  Me too."

"Well, it's nice to know you have good taste in instruments and pizza and friends."


"I mean, we're friends, right?"

"Yeah, totally."

His phone dings in his pocket and he takes it out.

"It's my mom.  I need to get home.  See ya tomorrow, Ragan."

"See ya, Tim." And he takes off in the opposite direction.

Like I said.


Every move.

Every emotion.

It'll happen all over again tomorrow.

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