After a few hours of drifting around a dead spirit, I learned another thing after another. I wasn't fully dead. Well I was, but since I was different, I was able to convert my body into Helium and then back, only this came with a side effect. When I am in spirit form, anything I could touch will become invisible. And when I am in helium form I can go to the spirit dimension, but anywhere I travel, up to ten demons are released causing chaos depending on which part of the universe I travel to. If I really wanted, I could visit you right where you are. 

It was December 18, p78, 3:57 am. I dragged my comatosed body over to my house. I turned back and I saw an astonished face coming from the man who murdered me. He reached from his side pocket for his phone right after putting it back down from telling everyone to come and pick up my body for experimental purposes, and shivering he said,"Comet is not dead...Comet is not, dead..." Screams of terror rushed through the phone, loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. Loads of military planes soon flooded the area causing loads of anger from the people. People in black uniforms jumped from the helicopters. I was hovering right there with no detection whatsoever.

They had all of these really neat gadgets like thermal detection glasses and night vision goggles. They even had helicopter lights right on top of me. No detection at all. This feeling was exquisite. A swarm of things I didn't even know I could do just filled my head. Like that I could look into the future, cause random objects to become invisible whenever I touch them, and other most likely unnecessary stuff like how to take over the world or how to completely restore myself into my original state. But like many other things most of these come at a cost or are uncontrollable.

I started to feel a little rebellious and a little cocky. "Ha! Can't find me Bitches!" I kept screaming, and laughing, and screaming, and laughing. I felt free, like a jailbreaker. Emotions flooding my body. Enough for me to seem like a mass murderer. It felt like the universe was at my fingertips. A new feeling then swarmed me of my human senses. I wanted something more. I was yearning for something more. I wanted something violent.

I wondered, how about death? I thought about it. But what could I possibly lose? I decided to spice things up a teeny, tiny bit.

I was no longer a GL, I was a god. Anyone can tell by my level of strength alone. I had everything in existence under my control.

I learned something that morning. GL was just a label to cover up my real purpose. I'm not dead. I am a being who can destroy everything.

                                        ...

I thought to myself Well? Everything has now been completed. So, if that is so, let's test out that theory.

I went behind Michael and tried to appear again. When I did I felt a strange imbalance between time and space so I decided not to. But I tapped him twice with my index finger of the shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Peek, a boo." I moved away before his reflexes came back to him. When I did tap his shoulder he seemed to have also disappeared along with me allowing for only me to see myself. "What is this wizardry? I can only see myself when I hold something?" 

I looked around, and stole everyones ID and I'm like what the hell their carrying all of their info like even about their wife's kids location. This is probably the stupidest team ever. I rushed along to everyone's house returning in seconds then like a dictator, now ordering the military team around threatening them in the process.

I grabbed a house address plate for a man with a wife and 4 kids. I dropped it on his head then returning to my original place in the air, complaining about how the spot got cold so quickly, then in a commanding voice I said,"Hey you with the address in his hands!" The man quickly responded in accordance to the direction of my voice,"I know you have four kids, and if you don't want me to slaughter them in front of you, through a pen or something up into the air, and watch the pen the whole time got it!?" He panicked and quickly asked for something to through.

"Well?" 

He carried nothing really. Nor did any of them. And he was for sure not throwing a gun in the air.

He had nothing so he just took off his shoe and asked if it was good enough.

"It's fine just through it."

I was already in a crappy mood, but he threw it not very high and that made it worse.

"Throw it higher! How am I supposed to catch that?"

The man had the blankest face but almost had a sign of laughter. Hearing someone with god-like status ask for him to through a shoe in the air to test out an experiment.  

He threw it again a surprisingly comfortable distance for me at about 4 meters.

He observed the shoe and I flown in faster than light grabbing the shoe, knocking some to their feet. As they no longer saw the shoe a saw my parent at the front door, It was already 5 in the morning. I probably done the weirdest thing and said,"Be right back, I'm gonna check on my dead body. Don't leave. I mean it."

I took sometime going to the house as I pick myself up along the way.