Unable to get back into his body, Noah was forced to drag the lifeless husk with him as he drew closer to the bus stop. How he would get anyone to stop was beyond him.
One glimpse at the black flames that made up his hand, the white holes outlined as eyes, and anyone would be sent running. Thankfully his body wasn't really heavy; his ghost form was just much more physically powerful.
Under the baggy white shirt, he could feel the frail body he had in this world. He dragged his feet over the grass and stared into the purple horizon where the sun was rising; it was nothing but flat grass from here to the city.
"You've been neglecting yourself," he told the body in his hands. The Noah in this world had a full and loving family with a father that never lost his job due to sabotage. There was no reason for the him of this world to be this frail.
In his original life, Noah didn't start training his body till Perry forced him, but he was still more than capable of taking care of himself. After all he had always been more of a shooter than a fighter.
While the journey to the bus stop dragged on Noah's mind ran towards the memories he had in this world, even without possessing the body he could still see them.
The Noah of this world never lost his parents, never joined the gang, but he was more bullied in this world. They made fun of him, harassed him when no teachers were watching. They did things that Noah didn't even know kids could do.
"I know mobsters nicer than some of these fuckers," Noah muttered. "They'd kill you, but never torture you if you didn't fuck with their money."
These kids did all they could to break down other kids that did nothing to them simply for fun. Noah knew malice and envy, but this still surprised him.
He dropped his body, sighing. His fiery skull made it sound like steam poured over a bonfire. There were only a few miles left to the bus stop, and he still was outside his body.
"Let's try this again," He said, rubbing his hands together. To possess a body he needed to be intangible again, but last time he did it on instinct.
Now he needed to command his body to change and he wasn't sure how. He raised his hands and crossed them over his face like how they had been when Rage shot at him. But it didn't work.
He tried softly pressing his hands against his body, carefully regulating his strength so he didn't break his own rib cage. After a few seconds, he rose and paced around the field.
"Fifteen minutes till the bus gets here," He muttered, staring at his body dejectedly. "I also don't look too good."
His body looked pale and the skin was saggy like someone that had been dead for hours. There was also the ropeburn mark around his neck that would draw too much attention too.
The people that bullied Noah would probably find his attempted suicide funny. He groaned and walked closer to his body, focusing on the single word "Intangible."
Then he held his breath and fell.
His eyes snapped open as he suddenly found himself falling through a dark empty void that stretched on endlessly.
The shock made him stop holding his breath, consequently ending his intangibility. His body started accelerating upward and he tried to curse but there was air to even speak.
His ghost body shot out of the ground a few meters from his human body, hanging in the sky for a few moments before he came crashing to the ground with a heavy bang.
Noah rolled over groaning, surrounded by dust, and very confused. After a couple moments the pain faded away, washing away like it never and he got to his feet.
The first thing he noticed was the crater his body left in the soil. The force of his crash would have turned any other human into a red paste, but he hadn't been a very normal human recently.
The second thing he was concerned about was the fact he just phased through the fucking ground, it would nearly given him a heart attack… if he was alive.
Why did I phase through the ground too this time? And why did it shoot me back up when I became tangible?
It was a terrible experience but at least he had an idea how to trigger his intangibility. All he needed to do was hold his breath and focus on that feeling of weightlessness.
But to possess a person he had to walk into their body while intangible, but he couldn't do that when his feet weren't even touching the ground. An idea waltzed into his mind as he stared at his body that was flat on the ground.
He walked over the body and got into a pushup stance, hovering just over his body, staring into his pale face.
"Time to come back to life, dummy. We have a lot of work to do," He said to the silent body before holding his breath and going intangible.
His hands sunk through the earth and he closed his eyes just as he went face first into his body. Then all the sensations of life, pain, smell, cold and itchy gacks rushed into him as his eyes shot open.
He was back in his body. Only one Noah and this one didn't have a flaming head. What he did have was a bus pass and not much time.
He pushed himself to his feet, head swirling from the hours of hunger and the death state his body was in. But for some strange reason he felt better as he walked. By the time he got to the bus stop and got on, he was feeling fully better.
Walking onto the bus, he covered his neck with his hand and ignored all the strange looks people were giving him. He glanced into the window once he took his seat at the very back and did a double take.
His pale, deathly complexion was gone, the scars left by the rope on his neck had faded too; Must have been a side effect of being half undead. He didn't have much knowledge about the supernatural but he knew he was a ghost for starters.
The problem he had came from his connection to this body. Was he the vengeful spirit of the Noah that hung himself in this world? Or was he the spirit of the Noah that got shot in his previous life?
He definitely had a lot of memories that contradicted the ones from his past life. Like world war two, there was no world war two in this world. For some reason, after world war one there was a blank spot in historical records that scholars called the second dark ages.
All international communication and trade faded for at least a hundred years.
This world was certainly different from his, and he suspected the supernatural was at the center of it all.