Guttersnipe
mortal ally
Reese Burke was eighteen when he blew out his birthday cake's candles. His wish: to be invisible. Not invisible like he already was, with his parents only going through the motions of caring about him (though his little sister loved him very much), but literally invisible. This wish came true immediately. His family had screamed in horror as they saw him fade away, now appearing as floating attire. He quickly stripped so as to be undetectable, and made up his mind then and there to wander the streets in a mission to paint the town red.
He purchased some foundation to use when he needed to be seen, as when he visited his bank or checked into a hotel room—something he did frequently, as he was always on the run.
Reese's favorite pranks included wrecking fire hydrants, stealing food, and throwing and breaking objects here and there, giving the impression that he was a ghost of sorts.
The next year, he made up his mind to commit his first bank robbery. Purchasing a large sack, he went to a bank not his own. It was a particularly busy day. Some muttered rudely; others shifted their weight and checked their watches.
Sneaking in was easy. He followed a worker to the vault. He watched her twist out the combination. When she left, he set to work. he filled his bag and ran as fast as he could with the burden back out the door. Everyone was too shocked to do much of anything.
Reese sneaked into a bleak little alley. A homeless man gave him a petrified look, as he had donned the clothes that he'd left there.
"G-g-ghost!" he exclaimed, eyes bulging as he recited what he felt to be the right Bible verses for a situation like this.
"Shhh," said Reese, placing his index finger over his lips out of habit. He handed the derelict $500. The latter's face went from one of terror to one of astonishment
"Th-Thanks, M-Mr. Ghost," he stammered in gratitude.
The young man walked back to his suite, trying to avoid eyefuls with little success.
He threw a party for himself—having purchased (paint on) some alcohol from a gas station, he drank himself silly and rolled around in the bed blanketed with $1,000 bills.
The next day, Reese deposited some of the money in his bank and decided to rob another one. He had no grand plans for the money he was taking away, besides keeping his suite; he was a young man of simple taste, and would steal for sport even if he didn't require it.
One day, he was wandering the streets without his clothes or paint on. He spotted a police vehicle up the road, apparently unoccupied. He quick went to a sporting goods store and took a bat. When he came out, he set to town on the car, smashing windows and denting every inch of the skin.
Meanwhile, at the Burke residence, the family was celebrating their Reese's sister's birthday. It was a gloomy day for her, as it had been ever since her brother left. After the birthday candles had been lit, she blew them out and made this wish: that her brother was no longer invisible, and that he could easily be found. It worked immediately.
Reese was visible now, stark naked on the pavement. He had his birthday wish; now he had his birthday suit. The cops came and apprehended them.
The next day, his family found him in the local jail and bailed him out, somewhat reluctantly. His reign had ended.
He purchased some foundation to use when he needed to be seen, as when he visited his bank or checked into a hotel room—something he did frequently, as he was always on the run.
Reese's favorite pranks included wrecking fire hydrants, stealing food, and throwing and breaking objects here and there, giving the impression that he was a ghost of sorts.
The next year, he made up his mind to commit his first bank robbery. Purchasing a large sack, he went to a bank not his own. It was a particularly busy day. Some muttered rudely; others shifted their weight and checked their watches.
Sneaking in was easy. He followed a worker to the vault. He watched her twist out the combination. When she left, he set to work. he filled his bag and ran as fast as he could with the burden back out the door. Everyone was too shocked to do much of anything.
Reese sneaked into a bleak little alley. A homeless man gave him a petrified look, as he had donned the clothes that he'd left there.
"G-g-ghost!" he exclaimed, eyes bulging as he recited what he felt to be the right Bible verses for a situation like this.
"Shhh," said Reese, placing his index finger over his lips out of habit. He handed the derelict $500. The latter's face went from one of terror to one of astonishment
"Th-Thanks, M-Mr. Ghost," he stammered in gratitude.
The young man walked back to his suite, trying to avoid eyefuls with little success.
He threw a party for himself—having purchased (paint on) some alcohol from a gas station, he drank himself silly and rolled around in the bed blanketed with $1,000 bills.
The next day, Reese deposited some of the money in his bank and decided to rob another one. He had no grand plans for the money he was taking away, besides keeping his suite; he was a young man of simple taste, and would steal for sport even if he didn't require it.
One day, he was wandering the streets without his clothes or paint on. He spotted a police vehicle up the road, apparently unoccupied. He quick went to a sporting goods store and took a bat. When he came out, he set to town on the car, smashing windows and denting every inch of the skin.
Meanwhile, at the Burke residence, the family was celebrating their Reese's sister's birthday. It was a gloomy day for her, as it had been ever since her brother left. After the birthday candles had been lit, she blew them out and made this wish: that her brother was no longer invisible, and that he could easily be found. It worked immediately.
Reese was visible now, stark naked on the pavement. He had his birthday wish; now he had his birthday suit. The cops came and apprehended them.
The next day, his family found him in the local jail and bailed him out, somewhat reluctantly. His reign had ended.
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