Two Souls: Into the Fire # 256
Warning … adult content
TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
Ghost kept on talking about the way animals acted in the wild. “You know you should be friends with all of mother nature,” he said, when he saw Steve rolling his eyes at him. “Yeah, Steve, you should always talk nice to animals, even if you don’t really like them much, like skunks.”
Steve raised his eyebrow, “Yeah, what about spiders, Ghost? What about them?”
“All but them. They’re nasty and mean,” Ghost said. “Don’t squish them, but don’t get to be friends with them, either, ’cause they are traitors.” He shivered at the thought of them.
“We’ll keep that in mind, for sure,” Linda said.
Steve was yawning, now. “I need to get some sleep. How’re we gonna do this?”
“I’m clearing a place in the back of the van, so the kids can stretch out,” Linda said. “I’ll do my best up front, and I’ll be locking the doors.” She looked over at the kids. “Okay, you two, let’s go…camp out in the car tonight.” Stevie and Mandy scampered over to the van, with Linda following.
Steve had stood up, stretching. “You go ahead, Steve,” Ghost said. “You can lay down in the U-Haul seat. I’m not really sleepy, yet, and I’m gonna write awhile.”
“I’m not even going to argue with you,” Steve said. “If you do get ready to sleep, just crawl on in, and I’ll scootch over.”
“Okay, I will,” Ghost said. They went over to the U-Haul. Ghost got out his back pack, and their flashlight. As he reached for a couple of candy bars to snack on, Steve grabbed him around the waist. Pushing back the hood of Ghost’s shirt, he entwined his fingers through his hair, and pulled him close, for a kiss.
“We need to be alone, Ghost. I need you real bad, and soon,” Steve said, breathing warm breath on Ghost’s neck.
“I know, me too, Steve…now…here?” Ghost whispered.
“Umm, yes…now, here,” Steve said. “I’ll get a blanket.” He went around back, and unlocked the door, then rummaged around for a couple of blankets. He got a couple for Linda and the kids, too. He took those over to the van.
“Here, sis,” he said, when she rolled down the window. “Now, roll the window back up, and make sure all the doors are locked. If you need something, call on the phone, or just start honking the horn.”
“Thanks, Steve, I will,” Linda said. “Good night…”
Steve went back to Ghost.
Ghost was watching, as Steve walked back to him. His breath came faster, and he licked his lips. He grinned, when Steve kept walking on by, heading to the front of the truck, motioning for him to follow. There, in front of the U-Haul, but not quite to the bushes and tall grass, Steve spread out a blanket.
“Come here, Ghost,” he whispered. They sank down onto the blanket, and kissed.
“It’s been so long. I was wanting to be with you so much,” Ghost said.
“Mmm, me too, with you. It’s just hard to find a time when we can be alone together,” Steve said, as he ran his hands up under Ghost shirt.
Ghost closed his eyes, and sighed. “Don’t stop…keep going.” He tugged at Steve’s clothes, and soon they were skin to skin. As they made love under the stars, the warm breeze gently caressed them, then cooled them. Steve pulled the other blanket over them, and they fell asleep, with only the wild animals keeping watch.
As dawn broke, the sun tinged the sky a soft pink. Linda woke, feeling stiff from her night in the car. The kids were still sleeping soundly, so she eased herself out, wishing she had some coffee. In the back of the van, she looked into the cooler. It was just melted ice water, now, but floating around in it was a can of coke. She grabbed it, wiping it off on her jeans.
She walked over to the U-Haul, to peek in, wondering if they were awake. Standing up on the running-board, she was surprised to see neither of them in there. “Huh?” she murmured. Stepping down, she looked toward the picnic table, but no one was there, either. Frowning, she looked around the area, which was still mostly in shadows. She was getting worried, now, and confused. She walked back toward the table, and looked back toward the truck, finally seeing the two blanketed forms there in front.
“Oh, there they are,” she said. She walked closer, noticing clothes flung haphazardly around. “Ohh….” she said, realizing what she was walking into. Turning away, she tip-toed back toward the van, trying to stifle a giggle, but she didn’t quite manage either one. She tripped on a stick, the same one Ghost had used earlier. Falling down, she scraped the palms of her hands on the ground.
“Oww,” she hollered, then just rolled on over, half giggling and half crying. She was making enough noise, now, that it woke up Steve and Ghost.
Steve, forgetting he was without clothes on, ran over to help his sister up. Ghost just sat and stared. “Steve, Steve…” he hissed, “your pants.” But, Steve didn’t hear him.
He grabbed Linda’s hands to help her up, and she hollered again. “Oh, my God, Steve…get your pants on.” She had covered her eyes, and now was laughing aloud at what they must look like.
“What?” he asked. Then it registered, what she had said. “Oh, shit.” He ran back toward the U-Haul, to get his clothes, but still thought Linda was hurt, so he turned back toward her. This made Linda laugh even more, but she pointed, and said, “Go…I’m okay.”
He went, but was so flustered, he couldn’t find his clothes, so jerked the end of the blanket to cover himself, not seeing that Ghost had wrapped it all around himself, with only his face showing.
“Hey, stop,” Ghost yelled, as Steve ripped the blanket from him. It came unwound.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Ghost,” he said, then started laughing. Ghost was scrambling to cover himself with whatever he could find. Finally finding his jeans, he stood up, turned around, and calmly put them on.
“Y’all are the crazy ones,” Ghost said, as he faced Steve and Linda, again. Going over to Linda, he held out his hand to help her up. She was wiping her eyes of tears from laughing so hard.
“I’m sorry, Ghost. I couldn’t help it…Steve was so funny.” Ghost laughed too, now the the incident was winding down. Steve, by now, had gotten dressed, and he stalked over to the picnic table.
“Laugh, go ahead, both of y’all,” he said, as he passed by them.
Ghost and Linda looked at each other, and shrugged. “Well, it was funny,” Ghost said. He went over to Steve, sitting by him at the table.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
Steve lifted a shoulder, and shook his head. “Naw, but it was embarrassing,” he said.
“I know,” Ghost said. They sat there a few minutes.
“We need to get back on the road, and find somewhere to eat breakfast,” Steve said.
“Yeah, I’ll go see if Linda’s about ready,” Ghost said.
Steve gathered up their scattered blankets, and began checking the U-Haul, while Ghost talked with Linda. They were just about to get going, when several guys on motorcycles rumbled into the rest area. They pulled in, one by one…five of them…two with their biker babes on the back.
“Let’s go…now,” Steve said. He saw Linda safely to the van. “Lock the doors,” he said. He walked toward the U-Haul, urging Ghost silently to get in. One of the bikers noticed Steve.
“Hey, dude…camp out here all night?” he hollered over. “Got any grub ya wanna share?” another guy asked.
Steve wanted to ignore them, but didn’t think it would be a good idea, so he just said, “We’re just leaving. No grub left, sorry.” He kept walking.
“Wait up. Who’s that pretty mama in the car? She yours? She got anything to eat?”
Steve stopped, facing the guy. “She ain’t got any food, either. Leave her alone.”
“Hey, you got a funny accent, dude…where ya from?” the guy asked. Then spying the license plates on the van, he said, “Oh, Cal-I-For-Ni-A,” he laughed.
“Yeah, and we gotta get going,” Steve said. “Nice talking to ya.”
Giving him a look, the guy said, “Well, ain’t you friendly.” He nudged his buddy. “Ain’t he?”
“Leave him alone,” said one of the biker’s women. “They’re leaving, and we got things to do.”
He brushed her hand off his arm. “Go back over there, now,” he told her. At that, they all turned to look at Linda.
She had started the van’s engine, and gave Steve a nod. He knew she would run the guy down, if he gave her a signal to. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Ghost was just out of the biker’s sight, by the U-Haul. In fact, he’d not been noticed, yet.
Ghost was holding his pistol, and it was aimed right, straight at the biker.
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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.