The Vanisher

What do you suppose would happen if someone had high technology in a less advanced time? They would be super human. Like gods. Like a phantom. Like an urban legend. There are things you cannot explain hiding in plain sight. How did you lose that key? How did you lose that shirt? Who left the light on? You eye the lightning and you could swear there was something riding down inside of it. You heard the shadows whisper. One fateful night all of the above occurred at the same time to one lucky guy.

Rex32 was up late buying something online, scanning the barcode on his arm to pay for the item. Finding random jobs was what cowboys used to do, and he hated living like that. He loved spending money but not earning it. He glanced around. "Who left the light on in the bathroom?" Even though he was the only person living in this apartment. "Odd." He walked to the kitchen, messing up his spiky, black hair, and had a double take, towards the counter. "Where are my keys?" "Where the hell is my shirt?"

Outside on the small, gated balcony he was focused on the massive amount of lightning, a lightning storm. "Come closer." A faint whispering voice beckoned behind him. He whipped his head around, nothing but shadows. His eyes glancing from side to side. "What the hell?" He turned around and hardened his stare at the lightning storm. If you looked close it almost seemed like something had flown down through the lightning. "No way!" He held out his hands, lightning drawn to them, yet it didn't burn. "Oh gawd!"

His whole body lit up from inside. And he vanished. He reappeared in some woman's apartment. She was young, sleeping naked on her bed. His hand hovering over her shot tiny, little lightning bolts between them. She stirred and woke, intensely horny. She grabbed him, taking his clothes off. Did he do that to her? He woke next to her, got dressed, and left her there. That was a good, be it strange, night. Now off to the bank ATM. His hand sent tiny lightning bolts to the keyboard like static. He now had 2 million in there!

Out on the sprawling highway in the middle of nowhere was a small restaurant. The owner was a slave driver. She had fired Rex32 for flirting with waitresses, he-the dish washer. No cars were on the highway. One minute, quiet, next a high tech motorcycle appeared, sped by the burger joint as the driver held a highly advanced bow with a steel arrow, with an explosive tip. The arrow hit her in the stomach, the explosion sending her through the wall, dead outside. Nobody else hurt. Motorcycle vanished.

A car had been heading right for the motorcycle at the time and it sped out of control to avoid it. "Jesus Christ!" The driver gasped. A condo complex by the beach was where a man worked as CEO. He had employed Rex32 once as a dish washer. His office was on the side of the center building. He looked out the window to admire the view. One minute a beach view, then an armed mech appeared out of nowhere, on two large legs with massive guns for arms. Large round ammunition fire ensued. No office left. Mech vanished.

Many times we don't get along with authority but Rex32 was treated unfairly by judges and cops a few times when he was innocent. Why is it that judges are the most judgmental people? Downtown at the local courthouse everything was quiet as a trial was on way. In the parking lot was nobody. Then an armored man with a helmet appeared with a mid size howitzer in his hands. He held it on his shoulder and aimed through the wall at the judge. One shot and the judge was split in half. The armored man vanished.

One particular cop had given Rex32 a hard time over the way he was dressed, insulting and accusing him. That cop was driving his cop car down a quiet stretch of street through a crummy neighborhood to meet his meth cooking girlfriend with bad teeth. She caught cancer from cooking it. Entering a low income housing area, an armored man appeared before his car at a distance, holding a chain gun with a long barrel. It was used for tanks. Firing, the cop car exploded into flames. The armored man vanished.

He had no idea what this gift was but he didn't care. Rex32 had a new lease on life. No more people telling him "Get a job!" How he hated that banter. "Do something with your life!" "Be a man!" He knew it all too well. Something kept his attention. He wondered what it was that had fallen down with the lightning. It bugged him. He sensed something was coming. An armored woman appeared floating in air outside his apartment balcony. Rex32 was drinking orange juice at the kitchen counter when he saw her.

She held a minigun with 6 rotating turrets and started firing. Rex32 ran for the door, vanishing right before it. He appeared up in the air firing sharp objects at her with a long rail gun. She deflected them as the shrapnel tore up the building and cars. She rose higher firing high speed rounds. They destroyed property all around them, punching and throwing each other. Landing on the ground, they opened their masks, Their weapons gone. "I am Lex44." She actually spoke. "You have stolen tech and I want it back!"

"You can't have it! I like it!" Rex32 exclaimed. "You'll have to kill me!" He smiled. "So be it!" She answered back. At that moment a large alien-like space craft appeared from the clouds. Lightning shot from the front of the craft at them, stunning them, and leaving them both mortal with no powers. Then back into the clouds. They got up, looking at each other. "The tech is gone?" Rex32 asked her. "Those bastards abandoned me here." She shouted. "Where am I?" She asked him. "Now I'll need a job." He whispered to her.

"Follow me." He told her. They walked in plain clothes to his bank. The ATM read 2 million in his account still. "Well, I'm still rich. Could you like an ordinary man?" He downplayed how super hot she was. "I'm stuck here. You did not die in battle so now I am your servant." She smirked. "And my woman!" He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. "Yes, and your woman." They made out for what seemed like forever. "Are you what they call a loser?" She asked him. "Nah, I ain't no loser babe!" He laughed.

My writing tends to be very spontaneous. I don't plan it out too much but I do use ideas that have been building up in my head. It's what I call a concept story that hasn't been fleshed out yet. So the ideas are experimental here.