I opened my eyes back again.
It was a while ago since I had seen the world. For five years I had flown between earth and hell. Darkness was my best friend at the time. But light came along, and air filled my new lungs.
It was remarkable how humans could be so alive, and still be so ignorant of their own lives. Every breath they took, could be their last.
Some took their last breath on purpose, some just lost a bet with life. And some became me.
I saw the world in a new pair of eyes. A new pair of eyes that had seen so much, and I could relive it all over again. How the world had changed in those years.
My new set of eyes were sharp. They seemed to see anything surrounding it's form. The body has a lot of stamina and strength basing on my vessel's muscles.
Demetri Colson, is his name. Male. He works for the FBI in Mississippi. Twenty-nine years old and a, rather sloppy, signature. A gun behind his belt and a knife in the inside pocket of his jacket.
Armed and well. Actually, depends on the stage of wellness people refer to. Those are the only things he has on him. A badge, a gun and a phone.
A third vessel for me, yet this one is still alive. Compressed in the back of his own mind.
I hear his low voice screaming, fighting against my sudden visit. And boy, this one is strong. Physically and mentally yet emotionally drained for some reason.
Not because of me, and I guess I'll never know why. Because this Demetri Colson wasn't pulling the strings anymore.
"I'm glad you're here, I'm sorry for the sudden call but I need your service right away."
"Ah it's nothing ma'am." I was shocked at my new accent. It wasn't heavy, but American, which I never had.
My first vessel was my own. Adair Watson from the southern isles of England. I was an employee of a lighthouse at the most southerly point possible.
It was a small dangerous island. My partners and me could be stuck for months because the tides could go wild and uncontrollable for the ships to pick us back up.
We each had a bed to sleep in, might not have been the most comfortable one, but hell, it was what we got. And I had spent my last breath on it.
"It's intriguing to see you in a vessel." She smiled widely.
"It has certainly been a while." I answered back, still adjusting myself to this new voice.
"And another gender too."
"Well Abbadon you stuff me in a body and objectify me right away. Years have passed, but you haven't at all."
She handed me a pill. "Here, might help the rebellious mind from taking back over. Oh and that wound there,"
I checked my new body, seeing a patch of flesh being ripped from the chest, "was standard procedure. It'll eventually heal."
"Fine, I have a gun, and ID. I'm drugged, now, what is my duty ? I'm surely not here to cause some random commotion."
"I know I can rely on you Adair. I'm not asking you to kill or abduct. Just one simple job, but it can be pretty complicated if you ask too much."
"Hey, that's why you asked me right ? I'm never an investigator." I suggested.
"We're going to have a ball."