Keep it together!

After staring down for a long while, I finally realize something.

"Fuck me... as if this whole situation wasn't already freaky enough." I mutter with a grimace, then I proceed to cover my borrowed face with Devon's hands and try to vent some steam the only way that always works for me: by screaming my lungs out. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!"

My new hands manage to cover most of the sound, but not all of it. Luckily, the street I am now is absolutely empty during this late hour.

After the long pressure-venting scream, I take a few deep breaths until it feels like my mind is finally clearing out. I then put my hands down and look up to the sky. I'm a little dizzy, and still awfully self-conscious of all those unfamiliar sensations lingering through my whole borrowed body(especially that last one right at the crotch area). But for the first time since yesterday, I'm fully awake.

Now what? I ask myself.
Maybe I should recapitulate:

1. My original body is dead, alongside the awful life I was living.
2. I've got this wish-granting pendant inherited from my mother.
3. And I have possessed the body of the black dude who stole from me while I was drunk.

However, that's not all these facts are about. They also come with issues I have to address.

1. My corpse is still lying in that dirty alleyway. And someone is bound to find it, sooner or later.
2. I still don't have much information about this magic pendant. Of course, I'm talking about limitations(if there's any) plus semantics, given the fact that a poorly formulated wish just killed by body. It's clear that I gotta be careful about what I ask in the future.
3. And Devon's body is straight up displeasing. It feels extremely awkward to be inside the flesh of another dude and having to bear with all his sweat or having his damn saliva inside my 'own' mouth, not to mention that this bastard is the one who robbed me!
   Granted, the idea of making Devon pay for what he did by stealing his body is very exciting. But being 'him' is still way too much!

So, in conclussion...

1. I have to make sure my corpse disappears.
2. I have to investigate this pendant, in detail.
3. I need to look for another person to possess. Maybe a pretty and rich boy. Or maybe even... a girl.
   However, for that I need to make sure my wishes don't end up killing people. I mean, I'm 100% sure this Devon is a delinquent piece of shit. But killing him would be too much...

"Alright." I say, deciding upon my first step. Then I grab the pendant and whisper: "I wish for the corpse of my old body to disappear to a place no one will ever find it."

In response to my wish, the pendant emits a satisfying purple light, which means that it has been successfully granted (I hope).

"Haahh... alright." I mutter while massaging my temples. This whole situation is mentally draining. "So what I need right now..."

What I need right now is a place to lay down and think. A place where no one bothers me.

"My apartment!" I exclaim. "That's it! I need to go back to my apartment!"

I look at the pendant once again, but this time with a wide cocky smile.

"Ahem... Pendant. I wish to be inside my, uhm... original apartment."
I look intently at the artifact, but the piece of quartz doesn't lit. What? It didn't work?

"Pendant." I insist. "I wish to be teleported to the street near my apartment."

And once again, the artifact remains still, which makes me wonder what I'm I doing wrong. Is this about the pendant's limitations? Or did it just run out of energy? God I hope that's not the case.

"Uhm... Pendant. I wish for a way to get to my apartment fairly quickly."

This time, the pendant emits his purple light and a stream of information appears in my mind. It is information about Devon. He has a motorbike, and it's parked in the street nearby.

"Woah..." I mutter. Then I head to it straight away.

10 minutes later, I'm shaking from head to toe while driving an old blue Yamaha at a reasonably average speed. It is the first time in my life I've ever driven a motorbike, and my borrowed hands are sweating like crazy. But thanks to the fact that the streets are almost empty plus the odd familiarity provided by my host's memories, I still manage to get myself through without any major issues.

It's already 5am when I finally park Devon's motorbike near my(Mark's) apartment block. This is the building I've been living in during the last 15 years, the only place in the world where I feel comfortable... up until this very moment.
Even though I know this place like the back of my wallet, I feel awkward when walking through these hallways, with my point of view shifted slightly upwards and all these unfamiliar feelings still bothering me from head to toe. It will be a real challenge for my mind to get used to them. Especially those coming from inside my mouth and... the crotch.

When I open the door to my individual apartment and step inside, for an instant it almost feels like I'm not truly here and I just voluntarily allowed a burglar to enter my home.
I chuckle at my own thoughts, knowing very well that they aren't too far from reality.

Following the same routine I've been following my whole life, I take out my shoes at the entrance, which grants me the 'blessing' of experiencing for the first time Devon's foot odor through his socks. It's not too bad, I think. Just... unfamiliar. Like it really belongs to a different person.

After leaving the shoes behind, I step into the kitchen, open the fridge and take a long swig of orange juice. Damn it, even the act of drinking feels different. My lips are too big and puffy, and my palate just feels longer. Plus, I need to drink it slower than normal because the liquid feels unusually cold inside Devon's throat.

"Huuhhhh..... that hit the right spot..." I sigh while closing the fridge. Then, my new hand closes over one of those many pockets Devon seems to have, and decide that I should be taking a look at the contents.

So I immediately walk to my bedroom and start searching through my host's clothes. Apart from my wallet, phone and keys, I find two other wallets and 3 extra phones, one of which I guess it's Devon's own. I also find some tissues, a butterfly knife, a little bag of white powder, a lighter, an empty tobacco package...
There is a surprising ammount of little trinckets inside these pockets (he even has some extra ones hidden under the hoodie). One can only wonder how much of this stuff was acquired 'legally'.

"Gory hell, Devon. You're such an outstanding citizen, aren't you?" I mutter with a tinge of raw sarcasm.

At this point, I'm sitting on my own bed while organizing all this stuff; and I make sure to keep the pendant well apart.
It's 5:30am by now, and I'm both physically and mentally exhausted.
Before I even realize, I'm already laying down on my side and closing my eyes...