part0061

I’m as corporeal as the next guy. I have a body; you can touch me, lick me, fuck me, hurt me and probably even kill me. Though that last one hasn’t been tested and I prefer it stays that way, you know what I mean? No, I’m no ghost, but I am invisible. As in, not a fucking soul can see me. Not sure how I got this way. Maybe an industrial accident, like in the comic books, or maybe I was born this way, but I don’t remember. In fact, I don’t remember anything before just existing in this form. Bam. One day, I’m some guy, at a guess in his mid-twenties, completely invisible.

And it’s the best fucking thing ever. Seriously; just think about it for a minute. The kind of shit I got up to in those first few months? At first just petty crimes. Lifting wallets, stealing cash out of open registers, grabbing food from delis and bakeries, sneaking into motels.

Started upping the ante. Figured out how to knock over banks and armoured cars. It was laughable, like taking candy from a baby. Bastards didn’t know what the fuck hit them. Security footage couldn’t explain a faceless, bodiless man walking out with a few hundred thousand in cash. This quickly turned into racketeering, betting, bribery, blackmail, until finally, I was running my own crew.

Ten years after I woke up as an Invisible man, I became the man, Mr. Shy, the guy that ran the city. I was on top of the world. There wasn’t a damn thing I wasn’t willing to do, mostly because there wasn’t a damn thing I couldn’t get away with. Nothing could stop me. The world belonged to me.