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.

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26. Attack

"Be careful, Ragan." Director Jones tells me everyday since last week when one of our agents, off duty, was murdered by Campbell.

That's right.  Murdered.

All agents are on high alert now, worried that Campbell knows that we're on his trail.

Director Jones forbids me from transforming unless absolutely necessary, and to keep my emergency tracker and alert button on, and even my emergency teleporter.

I still can't over the fact that I have one of those.

It's so AWESOME!

But anyway, Campbell has been out of school for a few days, so we have been watching his house.

We believe he is putting his plan into action soon.

So, now we just have to wait and see.

 

"So, how about we run the opener from measure 15, and then set figure 2, alright?" Mr. Jensen says.

Our last show of the season is Saturday, so we've been nit-picking every little detail of our show.

One foot out of place could mean the difference between winning and losing, and, let me tell you, these band kids want to win.

Like, they are SERIOUS about this.

"Okay, set up figure 2 and then face the drum line in he center of the field." Mr. Jensen says.

I got to my spot and turn around, one hand holding my trumpet, the other on my hip.

He talks the drum line through some visuals and I watch.

I feel arms wrap around me and I turn around confused.

I come face to face with a stranger.

I open my mouth to say something but he covers it.

He pulls out a knife and holds it against my neck.

"Now, come quietly and nothing will happen to you." He says.

My eyes go wide.

I know that voice: Byron.  One of Campbell's henchmen.

I can't scream or say anything, but I need to get somebody's attention.

I look at the trumpet in my hand.

Man, sorry little trumpet.

With that, I throw it onto the pavement next to me.

Everyone's eyes go towards me, and they all freeze.  

"Ragan?" Tim cries.

Mr. Jensen walks forward.

"Please, don't hurt her.  She's just a little girl." He tries to reason with Byron, but Byron puts the knife closer to my neck.

"All of you, on the ground now, and turn around, or I will cut her." Byron threatens.  Mr. Jensen gets on his knees and turns around, the rest of the band following suit.

"What do you want?" Mr. Jensen asks.

"This girl will do nicely.  That will be all.  Now, you better just forget this ever happened, and continue with your pathetic little practice, alright?" He says. "Now, leave, and don't look back, or I will kill her right here, right now." He loosens his grip on me slightly, and I touch the gem, transforming.

I growl and he looks at me, terrified at the creature in his arms.

"What the hell?" He asks, before letting go of me and pulling out a gun.  He fires it at me, but I duck and snatch it out of his hands, snapping it in half and running at him.

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TIM'S POV

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I turn around after hearing a trumpet clatter to the ground.

I see the trumpet next to Ragan, who is being held by a man with a knife.

OH MY GOD.

"Ragan?" I gasp.  She moves a little bit and the guy commands us to get on the ground and turn around as he takes Ragan away.

We all do as he says.

I kneel there on the hot pavement, the ground burning my exposed knee caps, stupid shorts, trying to think about how I'm so helpless right now.

He's gonna kill Ragan, isn't he?

I hear the man mutter something and I peek over my shoulder, thinking he may not be looking at me.

And, where Ragan used to stand, is 'The Vanisher'

I stand up and, instead of following the rest of the group back into the building, I stand where I am.

But, where's Ragan?

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I run at Byron and kick him back into the bleachers.

He falls to the ground and retreaves the knife he had dropped.

He stand up and tries to attack me, but I run at him again, slamming into the hard metal.  He drops the knife and I grab it.  I take hold of his hand and drives the knife right through it and into the bleachers.  He screams and I do the same with the other hand.

I glare at him.

"Where is Campbell?" I ask.

The man, tears coming out his eyes, looks back at me.

"His hideout, some 40 miles from here.  Out in the woods.  Now, please, don't kill me." He shakes with fear.

"I'm not going to kill you, at least, not now." I send a transmission to headquarters to pick him up.

I turn around and see Tim staring at me.  I freeze, not knowing he was there or what to do.

He slowly walks up to me.

"Um, uh, Vanisher?  Where, uh, is my, uh, friend, Ragan?" He asks.

And it was only a second, maybe even half a second, but it changed everything.

"I am Ragan." I say.  Tim looks at me, mouth gaping.  He moves a strand of purple hair out of my face and takes a good, long look.

"Ragan?" He breathes.  "You're-"

I nod.

"But, how?  Why?  Who's that?" He asks, pointing to Byron.

"An evil henchman of the guy I'm trying to catch."

"So, you're a superhero?"

"Just an agent."

"But, why didn't you tell me?" He asks.

"Because I didn't want you to get hurt."

"But-" 

"Ragan, we have Campbell's location." I hear Smith's voice in my ear.

"I have to go." I say to Tim.

"Promise me you'll be alright." Tim says.  I smile and grab his face, kissing him.

"I promise." And with that, I vanish from sight.

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