Energy Body: standard (rank 1)
That wasn't a poorly termed phrase, earlier. I woke up dead. I jumped down from bed, looked back up, and saw myself still lying there, apparently sound asleep.
I think the chain of events that followed was normal enough. Assumed I was dreaming, checked both bodies. One was cold and stiff, the other decidedly amorphous. I didn't like the way my dream was going.
None of my roommates were there, which wasn't unusual. They all had real schedules. I sank into my desk chair, much more slowly than I thought possible, and tried to decide what to do. Thoughts were starting to creep into my mind that were downright disturbing, so I got up and walked to the lounge.
Danger Sense: standard (rank 1)
The lounge was empty, too. Not a big surprise, either. People were either at class, or in their room, or at the Caf, or any number of other things. But the TV was on, so I sat down and started watching. Easiest way to avoid freaking out before I had a chance to talk to someone.
Then the screaming started.
Some girl I didn't recognize was standing in the doorway, laundry basket on the floor, clothes strewn everywhere, and screaming bloody murder. Doors opened, heads popped out. John from down the hall came out and tried to calm the girl down, but she just kept screaming and pointing at me. John finally noticed, and personally, I think he reacted very poorly.
He threw a chair at me.
Phasing: superior (rank 2)
The chairs in the lounge are not exactly light. They are actually the opposite. Big heavy chairs, with wheels and little spinny desk attachments. I wasn't impressed by the fact that John could pick the chair up; they weren't bolted down or anything like that. I was amazed that he could hurl it across the room, though, with decent accuracy.
I flinched. Closed my eyes, turned away slightly, and heard the chair crash behind me. Then I heard something crash off to the side and saw Jeremy standing in the hallway. The girl proceeded to pick up her laundry basket and throw it through me.
I didn't know what to do. I was rightfully confused and more than a little angry.
Invisibility: superior (rank 2)
They left, eventually. Ran off to get someone who knew what to do. Or just ran off, I never found out. I left the building to wander around campus, trying to clear my head.
I was clearly dead, but the weight of that fact hadn't hit me. No one acted like anything was different, ignoring that other little incident. People walked by without looking at me, intent on their own world of work and drama. I began to forget what I had only just realized, without screaming evidence to back it up.
It was hard to ignore the facts for long and it only got harder. A guy like me is used to not being noticed. In most ways, I'm nothing special, but I do have friends who know me, who care about me. Had, I guess. As I was walking back to my room my friend Emily, who I had known for years, looked straight at me and walked straight through me.
Energy Absorption: standard (rank 1)
I was sitting in my room, across from my dead body, trying not to look at it even though I know it was what I wanted to do, when the time finally came. My roommates hadn't come back, which was odd, so I was happy when I heard the knock on the door. I opened it and a very official looking man with a very odd looking gun walked in. To his credit, he started talking before he started shooting.
"I'm Mr. Johnston. The College hired me to get rid of you. It will be quick and probably painless. Questions?"
I was dumbfounded, obviously. I may have just died, but I still felt very much alive, if not exactly the same. I had a million little indignant questions, but I could only voice one.
"Where do you hire a ghostbuster?"
"They keep me on retainer. This happens more often than you might think." The gun flashed and something hit me. It hurt a lot. As my vision slowly came back to me, the man spoke.
"I know you're still around. I'll be able to pick you up on my sensors soon enough, and then I'll finish my job."
I knew better than to stay around. It's funny how it takes a man shooting at you to realize when you're not wanted. I said a silent goodbye to my life and my body, and walked out through the door.
Wandering isn't so bad. Get to see a lot of places I never would have otherwise. Lot more free time to read, which is pleasant. Still don't know how I died, or why I died, or why I turned into a ghost instead of whatever options there are, but right now I really don't care. I'm recently deceased; I'm allowed to be unmotivated. Honestly, I was never that motivated to begin with. At least I'll never get my dose of the real world.