This whole day was just way too surreal. What seemed like your average everyday morning had become something from a fairy-tail or folklore...though he was hard-pressed to think of any culture that could spawn a genie and call it 'Reese'.
"It's an adaptive thing" Reese piped up, interupting Chris' thoughts.
"Huh?!" Chris intelligently replied, still trying to come to terms with this completely irrational and impossible situation.
"You wanted to know why my name is 'Reese'," he explained, "that's because I adapt to the time I come into. In my time, I've been Jirhad, Masoud, Boris, Kaman and Russel and now Reese"
"Russel?" Chris queried. 'Reese' smiled.
"Brief period in England during the Glorious Revolution...some guy named William of Orange-Nassau wished to be king of England"
Chris gaped. "You...? You were responsible for the crowning of King William III of England?!"
Reese laughed. "You really think that some guy is just gonna turn up on the shores of England with a small army and everyone's just gonna flock to his banner on a whim?"
Chris was speechless. "But," Reese went on, "he didn't really have a lot of imagination, lust for too much power or real want for a genie. He was pretty much proud that he (for the most part) got to where he was on his own merits. Admirable guy...great sense of humor"
"Uh...huh" was all Chris could think of.
"But," Reese continued, "since you're just a common everyday guy, there's no reason we can't do a bit more, right?"
"Sure" Chris agreed. The situation was bizzare, but he could make the most of it he figured.
He walked through his front door and suddenly found himself alone...or at least deprived of Reese's company. What he came face to face with had him groaning; his 16 year-old sister Cara.
"Hey shithead," she sneered, "why don't you go lock yourself in your room so you're not bothering anyone?"
To anyone else, his sister (minus her personality) would be considered a real catch. She was about 5'5, slender build, curvy but not overly so. She had 32B breasts and a somewhat slight build, petite but not overly so. Her long copper hair flowed down her back in a ponytail, her face had what you would call a pixie-ish quality to it (when it wasn't in a sneer).
As the youngest of the three children, she naturally got a fair bit more attention than everyone else from our mother. She was actually Chris' half-sister...something she always made sure he knew she was profoundly glad for, since any distance from being a relative of her 'freakshow retard brother' was a godsend for her.
Chris' father had died not long after he was born from a brain haemorrhage, and four years later his mother Julia entered a relationship with Alex, a real asshole that Chris only remembered from the times he would lash out at him. His older sister Harriet was his saving grace, tending to him whenever Alex had taken out his anger on the young Chris. She was unfalteringly kind, a little gangly with frizzy blonde hair that never seemed to be able to be tamed by any comb, but had some of the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen allied to a stunning smile. The problem was that she was naieve, and people tended to take advantage of her and as a result she had very few of what she could really call 'true friends'. But to Chris, his sister nearly three years older than him, would always be his hero. He loved her dearly and missed her even now that she'd gone off to college. She was due to be back to visit in the next day or two and he couldn't wait to see her again.
Around the time Chris was four his mother fell pregnant with Cara. Almost precisely nine months from the day of conception, she was born amid a whelter of blood. There had been a tear and an emergency operation had been needed. They had performed a C-section in order to save the baby and save Chris' mother. Amid all of this Alex, during the few times he was by her side, showered her with promises of marriage and reassurances that he would be there for her. When they returned home whenever Julia brought up marriage, she was met with the constant reassurance of "as soon as I get a job" or "when things look better financially".
Tired of being fobbed off, Julia became more insistant. A few weeks after this had happened, the family returned from a day out to find Alex had taken off and taken all the money in the house, cleaned out the accounts...they never saw him again.
Julia had been heartbroken. Left with a family of three to look after including a recently newborn and none but meager money, most would have collapsed in despair. But, quickly pulling herself together, she somehow managed to get the family back on their feet with hard work and some small help from friends and relatives. Despite the fact that she was Alex's child, Julia never held it against Cara and went out of her way to try and ensure she got extra attention so as to not feel left out. She tried to make sure that there were occasions that they all got spoiled, but the truth was that her resentment towards her bastard fomer partner showed sometimes in how she treated Chris, he got the least attention out of all the kids.
As far as he was concerned, Cara got her personality from Alex. She was a class-A bitch and he had very little love or sympathy for her. She milked every angle she could to get any advantage no matter who she had to screw over, but his mother overlooked her faults.
"Hey!" she snapped at him, trying to get his attention, "Earth to butthead! You in there, moron?" she taunted.
He was so sick of her. He just wished she could be nicer to him.
Your wish is my command...like how corny that is? a voice in his head tittered.
'Reese?' he asked, receiving and affirmative.
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