A normal night like every other became immensely important for one boy. What he saw that night opened his eyes and gave him a chance to escape mediocrity. This boy six feet tall with black hair and black eyes, witnessed something he would never have believed possible. A girl disappeared right in front of him, this was no magic trick he was looking directly at her when suddenly poof! She’s gone like she never existed but the boy knew this was real and he had witnessed it.

            Why the boy was there, and why was he so sure the girl existed was both summed up in one sentence. The boy was an admirer loosely put, bluntly put a stalker trailing the most popular girl in school. He had noticed the girl he had a crush on was strange for the last couple of months, sleeping in class, avoiding people. This didn’t seem like her usual self so he did what introverted concerned citizen did, he tailed her. There was nothing for a month, everything seemed normal or loosely excepted as normal. He noticed the girl going to a mixed martial arts gym, a shooting range, and a suspicious company each day. The first two could be waved off with self-defense but the last one needed checking. As the boy looked in to the company he could find nothing no matter what.

            Meanwhile he just followed until tonight, the night of her disappearance in an old telephone booth. This was 2017 how could there still be phone booths around, very rare and very suspicious. A normal sane person would walk away but the boy was anything but sane no matter how he thought otherwise. The phone still hanging off the hook, it only took a second for him to make up his mind. He charged towards the phone thinking it might disappear just like the girl. He picks up the phone as he hopes whatever on the other side is still there.

“Hello?” The boy says softly in a scared but determined tone trying to his best to gather his courage. Time goes by a second feels like an eternity, the boy’s heart beating so hard it felt like it would explode.

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“Hello is there anyone there!” The boy almost shouts in both impatience and fear, hoping and fearing a response.

“Who is this and how did you get on this phone?” Said a light feminine voice on the other side of the phone.

            The boy slightly relaxes but he knows this is only the beginning he must bring her back, or chase after her. He takes a deep breath and readies himself for what felt like the most important conversation in his seventeen year old life.

“There was a girl right here … she … she just disappeared right here. What happened and who are you.”  The boy says not quite organizing his thoughts but the mysterious female voice still understands the meaning.

“Why is this so important to you? People get hurt, disappear, and die every day so why do you care? Most people in this situation would mind their own business.” The voice decides question him instead of answering.

“Because she’s my classmate and my friend, so bring … bring her back.” The boy stutters out answering the woman.

“We both know that is a lie, this is the 21st century no one just helps each other anymore. People will just distance themselves from trouble, instead recording fights and stabbings without calling the cops, ignore global warming, and nuclear weapons. People this century would just ignore until it became their problem but then it would be too late.” The female’s voice responds doubting his response and motives.

“Look I don’t care about philosophy or reason, bottom line bring her back or I will kick you’re a*s!” The boy yells with all the courage he can summon but all he gets in response is laughter.

“Hahaha oh that’s funny, your either an idiot or insane, but either way your interesting. To answer your questions no it impossible to bring her back but you can go in and try to bring her back. But the risks are high you might just die before you reach her. So what’s your answer Mr. Hero?” The voice mockingly asks expecting to scare away from the challenge but to her surprise without hesitation the boy answers.

“Just shut up and send me, I will drag her out.” The boy bellows and the voice complies this time the voice asks a question with surprise in her voice while the boy starts to fade.

“My name is Prometheus, what is yours?” As the boy disappears he answers in a calm voice.

“My name is Michael.” He states before he totally disappeared leaving behind an empty phone booth and a silent night, no one the wiser of the earth shattering change this night would cause.