“I want to deconstruct the puppet show. I want to turn it inside out and do stuff that you’re not supposed to do.”
- Wayne White
“I’m sorry,” the flying man whispered between sobs. “But what I defend is worth more than any one person.”
“You could use some help,” Voltaire said. “I would like to offer my services.”
“Who is there?” the flying man cried as he cradled his friend’s corpse.
“I am the invisible man,” Voltaire said. “I think I can help you.”
The flying man began to scream uncontrollably as he crawled to the door. He then fled from the bloodstained office whimpering in a delirious panic.
“Now I have to find him,” said Voltaire as he grabbed his cane and retrieved the computer chip before examining the body. After searching the office, Voltaire found a hat to disguise the head wound and then he pushed Tale’s body out the window. Voltaire held up the corpse by the armpits and manipulated its movements so that the body appeared to be walking towards the military parking lot. Tale’s puppet master used his memory to direct the lifeless body towards the hood of Voltaire’s silver car, where Kelly was currently waiting.
“Hello,” Voltaire said, setting the corpse next to Kelly. He used his invisible hands to manipulate the dead man’s face like a puppet. The Romani soldier’s grown out buzz cut tickled Voltaire’s chin as he manipulated the man’s stiff, clean shaven jaw. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”
“You are one sick puppy. Show some respect to the dead!” Kelly said, horrified as she backed away from the flesh puppet.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.