Two Souls: Into the Fire # 188
Warning … adult content
TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
Zach, Trevor, R. J., and Terry, all went home too, leaving Kinsey to his own chores. After locking up, he looked around his club. Smiling he said aloud, “Well, it’s just Yew and me tonight…but, tomorrow, we’ll be back in business. I think I’m ready for lights, noise, and music.” He went on up to his apartment, but before he did, he checked his cell phone. Seeing he had a missed call, he frowned. The call had come from California, and no message was left.
He stared at it for a minute, with chills going up his spine. It was her. It had to be. Ghost had felt it…felt it in the air, even before the call had come in. That made it even more eerie, though he didn’t know why he should be surprised. He did not call the number back, figuring it best to let it be, for now. We’ll find out soon enough… He put the phone on the charger, turned out the light, and tried to sleep.
Ghost and Steve arrived home, and tried to settle their thoughts. Steve was going over and over the plans put in place for the show. He checked his guitar case, to make sure he had extra strings. He was excited, but anxious for everything to go well. A big part of his anxiety centered on Ghost. He seemed distracted…not a good sign. And that talk he and Kinsey had had…both looking secretive and worried.
That nagged at his mind. What could that be about? And now, Ghost was just wandering around from room to room, muttering to himself, and staring at the walls. Strange, even for Ghost. If Ghost couldn’t get it together now, what kind of shape would he be in tomorrow night at the show? After all, Ghost was the heart of Lost Souls…he had the words and the voice…the rest of them were just background.
Yeah, sure they were playing for their home town fans and friends…everyone would understand a mess up or two, but he still wanted it to be a great show…at least their part. Zach and Gumbo were on their own. He shook his head, trying to get the negative thoughts to go away. Finally he could take Ghost’s roving around no more…
“Ghost,” he said. “Ghost,” he said louder. Ghost came into the living room.
“What, Steve? Why ya yelling?”
“To get your attention,” Steve said. “Why are you walking around looking at all the rooms? Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’m ready, except for what I’m gonna wear,” Ghost said, avoiding the other question.
“Well, go pick something out now, and stop pacing around…you’re making my head spin.”
Ghost shrugged, and turned to go to his bedroom, but said very quietly, before he could stop himself, “Your head’s gonna spin a lot more tomorrow.” Then his eyes got big, and he put his hand over his mouth, running for the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him.
Steve was surprised at Ghost’s sudden exit. “What? What did you say? Ghost, what was that you said…come here,” he yelled. Of course Ghost did not come out of the bedroom. Something was going on, and he aimed to find out. He went and banged on the door.
“Ghost, let me in. What’s the matter with you?” He rattled the doorknob…it was locked. “What are you doing in there?” He tried not to yell through the door.
“I’m busy, Steve, finding something to wear,” Ghost said.
“Well, let me in, I’ll help ya.”
“Wait, a minute,” Ghost said. He’d frantically begun pulling out clothes from his closet, throwing them on the floor and bed. He was afraid to let Steve in, because he might blurt out the premonition he’d had. He knew he had to look and act normal, but it was so hard. And, there Steve was, at the door, fixing to get mad at him. He had to let him in.
He could feel a panic attack coming on. “No, no, not now,” he told himself, taking a deep breath. “Calm, be calm…just relax,” he said.
Steve banged on the door again. “Hurry up, Ghost.”
Ghost jumped, and backed up farther from the door…then tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor. “Ow,” he hollered, as he fell.
When Steve heard him fall down, he was afraid Ghost was hurt. The adrenaline rush he got, gave him strength to kick in the door, flinging it against the wall with a bang. He rushed in, to see Ghost in a big jumble with the clothes, laying flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him.
“What the hell, Ghost? You all right?” he asked, helping Ghost up. Ghost was gasping, getting his breath back, and shaking his head. Then he began to cry.
“Steve, I’m so scared.”
Steve knelt down, giving him a hug. “What’cha scared of?”
“I can’t tell you,” Ghost said. “I’m scared you’ll change, and everything won’t be right anymore,” he wailed.
“Are you scared of the show, tomorrow? It will be fine. We’ll do a good show, like always,” Steve said.
Ghost shook his head. “No, I’m not scared of the show…I love that part. Just, I’m scared at the show…of what’s gonna happen.” His face was pressed into Steve’s shoulder.
“I don’t get it,” Steve said.
“I know, and I don’t want to tell you ’cause you’ll be worried, and maybe you’ll change…and then the show will change, and…” Ghost couldn’t continue. He wiped his nose and eyes onto Steve’s shirt.
“Look at me, Ghost,” Steve said. Ghost shook his head.
“You look me in the eye, Ghost, and tell me what’s bothering you.” He twined his fingers through Ghost’s hair, pulling his head back, so he’d have to look at him. “Now, I want to hear it, good or bad…right now,” he said, firmly.
“No,” Ghost whispered. Steve tightened his grip on Ghost’s hair. “Yes,” he said. Ghost gasped at Steve’s insistence, then whispered again, “It’s your sister…she’s coming…she’ll be here at the show.”
Steve was stunned. He searched Ghost’s eyes, but knowing Ghost would only say the truth, as he knew it. He released Ghost’s hair. “What? My sister? Here…tomorrow night?” he was breathing fast, now. “How…how do you…oh my God, Ghost…you saw, or felt, or sensed, or whatever it is you do…that she is coming?” He kept trying to get the information to be absorbed into his brain…to stop his see-sawing emotions go from happy to scared.
Getting unsteadily to his feet, his knees shaking, he managed to sit down on the edge of the bed. His eyes had a far away look to them…his thoughts reeling from long ago memories. Then he looked down at Ghost, still on the floor, and now rocking back and forth, silently crying. This still didn’t make any sense to him…why was Ghost so upset?
“Ghost,” he said, reaching out to pull Ghost up to the bed with him. “Why are you so upset? If she does come, that’s a good thing for me.”
Ghost nodded. “Yeah, I know, but you’ll be changed…and she never even seen me before, and she don’t know about us, and maybe she won’t like me…and us being together…and then the kids and her moving in here, maybe. I’m scared everything will change, Steve.”
Steve could see that Ghost was still saying the truth, however confusing it was coming out. He realized that yes, they would all be changed…it probably had already started.
Next part coming soon!
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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.
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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.