Two Souls: Into the Fire # 38

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 38

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Ghost reached up to pull Steve close for a kiss, but suddenly put his hand over his eye and rubbed it.

“Damn it!” he whispered.

“What’s going on? Is something in your eye? Why is it jumping like that?”

“It’s nothing, Steve, just something that started happening. Mostly if I’m tired or stressed, or…”

“Bullshit, Ghost! You’re not telling me everything.” Steve pulled Ghost’s hand away from his eye. It was red rimmed from crying, the same as the other one. It made his blue eyes stand out even more. But, Ghost was squinching that one up, like it hurt, or the light bothered him or something.

“Don’t keep secrets from me, Ghost,” he said. “Does it hurt you?”

Ghost nodded, “Sometimes.”

“When did it start?” Steve asked.

When Ghost wouldn’t answer, Steve realized it must have been after that night, that awful night. He’d hit Ghost so hard in his face and head…more than once.

“Oh, God! No!” he cried. “It was me that did that to you.”

Ghost just nodded, and more tears fell. “Steve,” he said, softly, “that’s not all.”

Steve had a pained look in his own eyes, as he heard what Ghost said next.

“Sometimes, sometimes…not all the time, just once in awhile, Steve…I can’t even see out of it!”

Steve was breathing hard, feeling faint, or that he might throw up, maybe both, at the horrible thing he’d done. He’d ruined Ghost’s eye, and probably his brain, too. Ghost had had a crack in his skull, the woman on the mountain had told him. Then he knew he must have been the one to have broken Ghost’s tooth.

Steve lurched around the room, pacing and yelling. “Ghost, you have to get away from me. You can’t keep getting hurt by me. I don’t deserve to have anyone as good as you anywhere near me. I don’t know how you can ever trust me again. Hell, I can’t even trust myself! Here…” he said, picking up a pencil from the nearby table. “Go on, just poke out my eye, then we’ll be even. Do it, Ghost! That’s the least you can do…and it’s still not enough!”

He kept pacing and ranting around the room. Then, he saw Ghost, cowering on the bed, as far back away from him as he could get. He was pulling at his hair and screaming something at him. He stopped his own noise. He’d been so loud, he’d not even heard Ghost.

Ghost was screaming over and over, “Stop it…stop it…stop it!” He looked out of his head, with fright.

“I’ve done it again,” Steve thought. He fell down on his knees and cried. It seemed forever he stayed there. Dimly, he was aware of Ghost’s screams growing quieter, until they stopped altogether. This was too much. He didn’t know how they could work this out, didn’t know if they could even survive each other. They were killing each other emotionally, just as much as physically. Maybe this would be the end…maybe it should be the end.

But, how could he go on without Ghost? He knew he couldn’t…he couldn’t. Steve’s thoughts broke through to Ghost’s mind…and he ached for Steve, for himself, but he knew it would not be the end. It would never be the end. He had to do something to convince Steve of this. He knew Steve was skeptical of his innate knowledge. He always needed proof that the things he told him were real, even if he couldn’t see it.

Ghost slowly eased off the bed, and went to Steve. He gently helped him over to the bed, sitting on his knees in front of him, on the floor. He looked up into Steve’s tear streaked face.

“I love you, Steve. Don’t ever ask me to hurt you again. I need you to always be here, with me…and I know…look at me, Steve! I know we are supposed to be together. We have been in the past, in the present, and will be in the future. I’ve known this since I first saw you.

I recognized you as my forever soul mate. Don’t think this is just some crazy talk from your weird friend, Steve. It’s real. It’s so real…” and Ghost searched Steve’s eyes to see if he understood, that he’d somehow gotten through to him.

Somehow, Steve did believe him. They knew it in their hearts, that even through their ups and downs, their misunderstandings, their fights, and there would be some, that ultimately their very souls were to be together for eternity.

Ghost sighed, and said simply…”I need you, Steve. Please say you need me, too. Right now, Steve. I need you so much.”

Steve grabbed him in a fierce hug, and mumbled into his soft hair, “I need you to…oh, Ghost, I need you, too.”

Steve raised Ghost’s head, kissing him deeply. He took Ghost’s hands, pulling him up from the floor, then removing the soft shirt he wore. Ghost shivered at Steve’s touch. Steve began kissing Ghost’s shoulder, then worked his way down his left arm, the inside of his elbow, his wrist…and then he saw for the first time, his own name tattooed there. He looked at Ghost questioningly. “What? When?”

Ghost smiled and said, “I wanted one to go with yours.”

Steve kissed Ghost’s wrist again and murmured, “You’re so crazy, and I adore you.”

He kissed Ghost’s palm, letting his tongue trace circles on it, then took Ghost’s fingers into his mouth and sucked each in turn. Ghost was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, letting Steve do whatever he wanted…loving whatever Steve did to him.

As Steve took Ghost’s ring finger into his mouth, he kept bringing it in and out in slow motion, deeper and wetter with each movement. Almost breaking the spell they were under, Steve began to ask Ghost about the silver ring he wore. He’d not had it before, and Steve knew it must have come from someone else.

“Did your lover give you this ring, Ghost? Who was he? Was it that guy that you sang with out in L. A.?”

Ghost didn’t say anything, but tensed up.

“It’s ok, Ghost,” Steve continued, still speaking softly, not sounding mad. “I know you whored around out there. You had to do whatever it took to survive. How many more did you have to…? Was this one special? Did he love you, did you love him?

I don’t care, Ghost. I fell in love with you the minute I saw you. I’m sure others do, too. I don’t blame you for getting whatever you needed from him. I’m just glad you came back to me.”

He continued to wet Ghost’s finger, until he had the ring in his mouth. He looked at for a second, then threw it across the room, where it pinged off the window, a shiny ray of silver, as it caught the sunlight.

“You won’t need it anymore, Ghost. I’ll get you a better one.”

He looked at the silver necklace Ghost was wearing, the one with the little key. Taking hold of the chain, Steve yanked hard, breaking it, and leaving a red mark on Ghost’s neck. “You won’t need this either.”

Then, Steve thought to himself, “Oh, no. What am I doing? I can never shut up.” He looked into Ghost’s face, hoping he wouldn’t see anger.

Ghost was trembling, there in Steve’s arms, his eyes still closed. He breathed in small gasps of the sage scented air. He had the weird feeling that he was in the present with Steve, and the feeling he was in some place wonderful…some place called ecstasy…if there was such a place. He felt free, soaring on Steve’s love for him, and his love for Steve.

Tears fell from his eyes now, as he whispered in Steve’s ear, “Steve…I need you. I need you right now. I am yours. I’ll always be yours. Please, Steve, please. Take me now!”

And they lay together again in each other’s arms, bodies, and souls.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 37

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Ghost entered the house, walking down the hall to his bedroom. The door was already opened, the house smelled good…like sage. He smiled, knowing that Steve had burnt the sage for him. In the bedroom, he took off his clothes and got into the bed, with nice clean blankets, only having one twinge of anxiety, before falling asleep. He had no nightmares this night.

Some time later, Steve came in and quietly looked in at Ghost. Going over, he brushed a strand of hair from Ghost’s face and lightly kissed his forehead. He felt a rush of love for this child of wonder. Going to his own room, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a fresh start,” was the last thing he thought about.

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Early the next morning, Steve made coffee, then left Ghost a note by the coffee pot. It said, “I’ve gone to get us some groceries. I’ll be back soon. I love you, Steve.”

Ghost grinned when he read it. He’d have to tease Steve, when he returned. He had written proof now, that Steve loved him. He drank his coffee, and took a long needed shower. Finding some of his old clothes, he put on a soft, well-worn hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, with only a few holes in them.

He was sitting on the old couch, writing in his journal, when Steve came back, huffing and puffing, carrying bags of stuff, and complaining about the long walk. He looked at Ghost still sitting there, and said,

“So, are you just gonna sit there, or are ya gonna help me with this shit?”

Ghost grinned and said, “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you deal with all that shit,” and then had to duck, as Steve lobbed a box of cereal at him.

He grabbed the box and tore it open, grabbing handfuls of the sweet, sugary stuff, spilling some, eating it right from the box.

“Good thing I got the kid cereal. Looks like there’s a little kid up in here today,” Steve said, as he juggled the bags into the kitchen.

“You got this kind ’cause you looove me,” Ghost teased.

“Yeah, right,” Steve hollered from the kitchen.

Ghost came and leaned on the door frame, watching Steve put things away.

“What else ya got in there, anyway?”

“Grown up food, that’s what,” Steve said. “Maybe if you’d grow up, you could have some.”

“Hmmmph,” muttered Ghost. “I’m grown up.”

Steve finished his task, then got himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He looked like he wanted to talk about serious stuff, Ghost thought.

‘I hate to break it to ya, Ghost, but that was the last of the money I had. Guess I’ll have to go back to work at the record store…if Terry will have me.”

“Where’s your car, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Steve stared hard at Ghost. “It got totaled. Guess you didn’t hear about that, since you were off doing God knows what.” Steve looked at Ghost, and his eyes were not happy.

Ghost didn’t like this turn in the conversation. It was like Steve was accusing him of wrecking his car. Steve continued, with a sharp edge to his words.

“Yeah, I wrecked the son-of-a-bitch…had too much to drink. Coming back here after a binge, drowning myself in alcohol, because I couldn’t find you, Ghost. Wrapped it around a tree on the way back from Raleigh one night. I had to be in the hospital up there for three weeks. I was a mess, broke arm, broke ribs, stitches…but, I guess it was a wake-up call. I haven’t been drinking, at least not as much any more…”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah? I thought you were supposed to know everything. Well, guess your super powers failed ya this time. Guess it’s my turn to tell you not to say you’re sorry. If it hadn’t been for…” he quit talking then, as he realized what he was doing. He was accusing Ghost, and really, it was his own fault for causing Ghost to leave in the first place. And, he was practically yelling in Ghost’s face.

“Oh, my God, Ghost! None of this is your fault, none of it,” and he wanted to say I’m sorry, but had been warned not to. So he just clamped his mouth shut and stared at the table in front of him.

Ghost turned, leaving the room.

“Why, why, why did I do that?” Steve thought. “Every time I open my mouth something bad comes out, and then it’s too late to take it back. I wind up hurting everyone I know.”

More sarcastic thoughts came into his head…”Well, he asked what happened to the car. He didn’t know, but I didn’t have to tell him all that. Damn!”

He could hear Ghost trying to cry quietly, in the bedroom. Steve sighed as he went to see about him…to try to make things right again.

As he came to the doorway, he saw that Ghost was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, tears running down into his ears, wetting his hair and pillow. Steve walked over and tried to touch him, but Ghost turned away, then said with a sob…

“God does know what I was off doing, Steve. I was too busy dying to hear about your wreck. But, if I had, I’d have come back to be with you, even when I was dead!”

He turned back toward Steve, wiping the tears from his face, but Steve was already brushing away the tears with his thumbs, cradling Ghost’s face in his hands. He noticed Ghost’s left eye twitching, and wondered about it.

“Ghost, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I never can say things the right way. It comes out all wrong. I’m sorry…yeah, I have to say it, and I mean it. And, I am sorry, too. I’m a sorry son-of-a-bitch for hurting you over and over.”

“I know, Steve,” Ghost said. “I know you don’t mean to, and I try to not let it bother me,” he took a deep breath. “Can we just start over?” he grinned, and again Steve saw his broken tooth..

“Yeah, Ghost, we can start over. At least we can try.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 36

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Ghost made his way through the woods to the graveyard. It was several miles by the main road, but seemed to be a shorter distance going this back way. He didn’t know why he blew up at Steve, back at the house. It was just this whole business of coming back was complicated.

“Why can’t anything be easy?” he thought.

Then an unbidden voice came into his mind. “Death is easy,” it whispered.

And he knew it to be true…now. He pushed the morbid thought from his mind, as he reached the back of the graveyard. His grandmother’s grave was right near, in a secluded, tree shaded area. He stood for a moment, just trying to focus his thoughts. A sudden soft breeze filtered through the pine trees, making a whispering sound. He knew his grandmother was near, and waiting for him to tell her all his troubles, just like she used to do when he was a kid.

Sitting cross-legged on top of her grave, he traced his fingers over the headstone that told her name, and the days of her life, etched there, softly timeworn after so many years. But, Ghost knew she’d never really left him alone. Her spirit would always be with him, would always be his guardian angel, his spirit guide. He spoke to her as if she was there, right in front of him. He remembered the last time he’d been here. His soul in pain, his body torn and bleeding.

“I had to come back,” he started. “You knew it before I did, and now it feels like the time is right…but, is it…is it? I’m so confused. Everything seems so hard. I messed up so bad. I saw you…I knew you were there when I crossed over for a little while. You told me to come back, to make things right, it wasn’t time for me over there. But, I wanted to stay,” he sobbed, “I wanted to stay.”

Wiping his eyes, he began again. “I met someone else, and I thought he could make me forget about Steve. But, he was too greedy. He took everything he could from me, and then hurt me in the end. Now I’m back here, and I’ve forgiven Steve, and I love him…but, I’m still afraid, so afraid,” he knelt against the gravestone, letting his tears run down the cold granite and into the soft earth below.

“Ghost Child,” he heard her voice, a soft whisper in his mind. “You are right where you are supposed to be. I’ve seen all your pain. I’ve felt your turmoil. I can see you are troubled, but I know you must go through tough times, go through the fire, to test your love for Steve, to continue to evolve into the true soul spirit you were born to be. I can only guide you so far, Ghost Child. the rest is up to you. You and only you can decide which path you follow. 

I will never forsake you. You will always be here in my heart. Come and talk to me often. I will try to ease some of the confusion and pain you feel. Try not to be afraid of life, Ghost Child…embrace it, learn from the hard parts, and live joyously in the good parts. Your ability to empathize with all creation is only to help you. You can’t take on everyone’s pain and sorrow. It would ultimately destroy you.

You must go to your love, enjoy this lifetime with him, as you have in the past, and which you will in the future. Do not despair, do not let your depression take over and cloud your emotions. Give everything of yourself to this life, and do not regret anything.”

Ghost had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He heard his grandmother’s voice while awake, and continued to heed her advice, as he drifed off. He had no idea how long he’d been out there in the graveyard, but as he came slowly awake, it was getting on toward twilight. A few stars were beginning to shine in the idigo sky.

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He was tired, so tired still…of trying so hard, of not knowing what to do, of being afraid. He sighed. He did feel the beginnings of a new outlook on things. Maybe he could figure it out. He pulled on his old Army jacket, and as he did, he noticed his left wrist… and the tattoo he’d gotten there. He smiled to himself, as he remembered the day it had happened. It was up in the mountains. There was a guy who practiced the art of tattooing there, one of his kinfolk, he supposed. Being curious, he watched the man at his craft several times, then decided he wanted one. He’d always been scared to before, but he’d seen Steve’s silly one, and figured he’d get one to match. So, he gathered his courage and had the guy write the word ‘Steve’ on the inside of his left wrist in sky blue ink. It hurt like hell, but he managed to get through it. He looked at it now, and kissed it, as he said,

“Help me get through the rest of my life, Steve. I don’t think I can do it without you by my side.”

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He knew he needed to go back to his house, and hoped Steve had finished cleaning. Shaking the pine needles from his hair and clothes, he began the walk back. He tried to think of what to say to him, when he returned home. He didn’t know what mood Steve would be in, but figured he would take his cue and hope for the best. 

As he walked up behind the house, he noticed the porch light on out front, and could hear Steve playing a few chords on his guitar. Coming closer, he saw him there, sitting on the old swing and looking calm.

Hesitating a bit, Ghost walked over and sat in the swing.

“Hey,” Ghost said, softly.

Steve looked over, “Hey.”

Steve continued to strum his guitar, and as he did, he asked Ghost, “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,”

There were no more words needed. Ghost began humming along to the song, an old ballad he’d written long ago, and they just enjoyed being there together in the quiet, country night.

After awhile, Ghost, who’d been yawning and could hardly keep his eyes open, got up, saying he was going to bed. Steve looked up at him, and they knew each other’s thoughts at that moment.

 “Is it okay for me to go in there, now?”

Steve nodded. “Call out for me if you need to…I’ll be there.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 35

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Tears from them both mingled together as they kissed and renewed their promise to each other, never to be apart again. Then Ghost pulled back a little and said,

“I’m not ready to see anyone from town yet. I just need some time, time to think about stuff, ya know. I don’t want to have to explain things, and see the looks they’ll have. You know, like feeling sorry for me, wondering why I came back, how we could work things out between us after…after…”

Steve nodded. “Okay, Ghost, when you’re ready, not before.”

Ghost turned back to looking out the window. “I need to go to the graveyard. I have to talk to my grandmother, and well…I can’t be here when you…uh…”

Steve knew. Ghost couldn’t be here when he cleaned out the bedroom. He wished he didn’t have to he here to do it either, but he nodded and said, “I’ll fix it up before you get back. I’m so sorry. Please forgive…”

He didn’t finish his words, because Ghost whirled back around, and snapped at him.

“Stop saying you’re sorry, Steve! I get it, already. You’re sorry you raped me, you’re sorry you beat me almost to death, you’re sorry the room is a mess, with my blood still all over it. You did it all, Steve. You did it all…and I came back, and I forgive you, and I love you, but it’s over now…over and done with. I can’t, I won’t go on reliving it every time you say you’re sorry!”

Ghost was breathing hard. Steve had never seen him so angry, his eyes darkening with emotion. He didn’t have a comeback for Ghost’s outburst. Then Ghost continued.

“I’m going now. I’m going the back way through the woods. I don’t know how long I’ll be there, but I need to be alone for awhile. I will be back, Steve. So, now that I’ve accounted for my every move to you…”

Grabbing his backpack, he left out the back door, letting the screen slam behind him, as he started walking down the path through the trees, without another word, or looking back.

Steve just stood there in shock. “What the hell was that?” he asked himself. “Fine, he can just be alone for awhile, if that’s what he wants.”

He stomped around looking for cleaning supplies. He dreaded the job before him, but it had to be done, and done now. He grabbed some garbage bags and the broom. He ran a bucket of hot, soapy water, and took them all into the hallway. Opening the bedroom door, the feelings and remembered actions of that night enveloped him.

“This room is always going to he haunted with bad memories,” he thought. He shook his head to clear it, and with more confidence, said aloud,

“Listen here, room, that’s all you are…you have no power over me and Ghost!” Then he thought, “Listen to me, talking to a damn room like a crazy person.” But, that didn’t stop him from hoping Ghost still had some sage brooms to burn and wave the smoke around, to help cleanse the bad juju away.

He didn’t even know where to start. There was stuff everywhere. He picked  up a blanket from the floor, stuffing it into the garbage bag.

Trying not to think about it, he stripped the bed of it’s sheets and blankets. Trying to ignore the bloodstains that had soaked all the way down into the mattress, he steeled himself against the tears that were stinging his eyes, threatening to fall. He kept on picking up things. He’d have to take all this to the laundry someday, he thought, as he put the full bag into the back room, where the old, dusty potions were, that Miz Deliverance had stored. They almost never went in there, so this would hold the soiled sheets, until he could, one…find a way to get it to the laundromat in town, without a car, and two…get some money to put in the machines.

He began sweeping the floor, cleaning out dried leaves, rose petals, dried up markers, a few beer cans that had rolled under the bed, and two years worth of dust and cobwebs. With old rags, he began to wipe down the walls and the mattress, but this almost made him lose it. The soapy water turned Ghost’s long dried blood into red liquid again, running in streaks down the wall, mingling with marker ink. The mattress was impossible, so he turned it over to the cleaner side.

Finally, he’d done as much as he could. He put clean sheets and blankets on the bed, then looked around. In the closet he’d found some sage bundles, so he lit a wad of it. It smelled good, as he waved it around. He felt a bit silly doing it, but knew that this is what Ghost would do, would want him to do. As he waved the smoke around, he said whatever came to mind, to banish bad spirits. He’d heard Ghost many times, so he figured it couldn’t hurt.

“Be gone! Bad spirits, get the hell outta here. Don’t ever come back. You have no power over me and Ghost. Leave us alone, or I’ll bust your ass! Oogga-boogga…abracadabra…hocus-pocus…and all that shit!”

He burst out laughing like a madman, at hearing himself say all this mumbo-jumbo. He didn’t believe half of any of it, but he knew Ghost took it seriously. And he trusted Ghost with his life, so maybe there was something to it.

Finally done, he grabbed the lone beer from the fridge, and went out to the front porch to sit in the old swing. He let his mind go blank, and just sat.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

***

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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 34

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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As he held Ghost close, he begged for him to stay, to not take that final step across the veil, as he knew he could. Steve remembered he’d made Ghost promise a long time ago to never, ever leave him alone in the world. If Ghost wasn’t here, then he didn’t want to be here either.

He also wondered why he’d never even gone into Ghost’s bedroom. He’d just closed the door and pretended that horrible night had never happened. But, he knew why. It was because he was scared to. Scared to face what he’d done to his only friend. He was horrified at the scene of destruction inside that room. He should have made things right in there, but it was too late, now.

Now, Ghost had almost died a second time because of him. It was too much for such a fragile, magical being as Ghost to have to come home to. That Ghost could still love him, was beyond imagination. Ghost was so much stronger and braver than he, himself could ever be. He’d survived what he’d done to him, had survived being on his own, survived coming home to face him, had survived his fear of opening that bedroom door.

“That is so much more than I could have ever done,” thought Steve. I’m never going to forget this, never hurt Ghost again. I don’t deserve him, don’t deserve his love, and I’ll do anything to never betray this trusting, innocent being again,” Steve vowed.

Ghost was leaning limply against Steve. He was exhausted. He took deep shuddery breaths, and his left eyelid kept twitching. Steve could feel uncontrollable trembling throughout Ghost’s body. Steve knew he needed to get Ghost back in the bed. They couldn’t just sit here in the hallway, staring into that room. He reached over and closed the door.

He took Ghost’s face in his hands. “I’ll make everything right again. I’ll clean the room and do everything I can to help you get through this,” Steve said. Then he thought, “That sounds stupid and hypocritical, since I’m the one to have caused all this in the first place. How can Ghost even want to have me make it right?” But even though he wasn’t even making any sense right now, it was the only thing he could think of to say. He was so overwhelmed with Ghost’s pain, he couldn’t think straight.

He helped Ghost to his feet, and led him back to the other bedroom, settling them both into the bed. He pulled the blankets over them both, and held Ghost close, as he hummed a made up song into Ghost’s ear. Ghost had always liked him to sing him to sleep, and so he did. They slept for hours.

When they awoke, Steve was still worried about Ghost. They’d been through hell the past two years, and now what? How could they begin to repair all the destruction of their lives? He’d been watching Ghost sleep, when once again he was amazed at Ghost’s strength and character. As he marvelled that he was actually here, Ghost turned toward him, his hair messy across his face, and opening his sleepy eyes, looked straight into Steve’s eyes. He grinned his lopsided grin.

“I’m soooo hungry. What’cha got to eat around here, anyway?” asked Ghost, just like any normal day.

In the few seconds before Steve spoke, his thoughts swirled with questions. “Is Ghost ok, did he block out what happened last night, does he hate me, is he just pretending to be ok with everything, had he himself just woke up from a horrible nightmare, and the past two years never really happened at all, how are we gonna get back to normal, what do we have to eat around here?”

Ghost had closed his eyes, and must have been hearing Steve’s thoughts, because he answered every question that Steve had not voiced out loud. Ghost spoke softly, his forehead pressed against Steve’s.

“Steve, I’m gonna be ok. At least I’m trying to be. Please be patient with me. I love you with all my heart, but right now, I’m still a little bit scared of you and what you are capable of.” He gulped, and continued.

“It was an awake nightmare, not a sleep one. We’ve been drowning in pain and have just surfaced after so long, but we will get back to normal. I can sense that we will, but it will take time, Steve, it will take time…”

There was more Ghost wanted to say, but he was so overcome with hunger, that his thoughts were beginning to get jumbled and disjointed. So, he kissed Steve lightly, then shakily sat up on the edge of the bed.

“I have to eat something, now,” he said, as he made his way to the kitchen. He did not look at his closed bedroom door.

“How does he do that?” Steve wondered. “It’s so weird, but then I should be used to it after all these years together. He messes with my head without even trying.” It never failed to intrigue him. He followed Ghost out to the kitchen.

Ghost was rummaging around in the refrigerator and cabinets, finding little to nothing there. “Don’t you ever go grocery shopping, Steve? There’s nothing here.”

“Oh, Lord help me,” Steve thought, as he grinned sheepishly, and shrugged. “Ghost is proposing a shopping trip, and I know how that’ll go.”

“Shut up, Steve, don’t even go there,” Ghost said, smiling.

He’d done it again…he’d heard Steve’s thoughts. “Don’t you ever quit?”he asked.

“No,” said Ghost.

They found a few pieces of stale bread, a half jar of peanut better, and a mostly empty jar of molasses, with sticky residue on the outside, the lid glued on tight. With some effort they got the thick syrup opened, and scraped what they could onto toast and the peanut butter. That would have to do for now. At least there was coffee.

Going to get another cup, Ghost paused, looking out the kitchen window at the deep green woods behind their house. He slowly sipped his coffee. After a few minutes, Steve came up behind him, touched his shoulders, and smoothed Ghost’s pale hair.

“What is it, Ghost?” he asked, softly.

Ghost leaned his head and  back into Steve’s chest, and sighed. “Why did you stay here, Steve?” he asked

Steve looked confused. “Why wouldn’t I stay here? This is where I live.”

“No, I mean, why would you want to stay here. After that night, the whole town was mad at you. I was gone away, maybe forever. You hated your job at the record store. Kinsey wouldn’t let you play your music there anymore…” Ghost’s voice trailed off.

Steve hadn’t ever thought of it that way. He knew he wasn’t as good at emotions and words as Ghost, so he said simply,

“This is your house, Ghost, and I hope mine, too. This is the last place I saw you, and I prayed you’d come back to your home someday…and I wanted to be here, whenever that day came. I know everyone hated me. I didn’t care. I made a mess of everything, but I could never leave here.

Ghost, everything in here has your imprint on it… everything, even the air I breathe in this house. If that was all I would ever have of you…well, then that would be all, but I could never leave. Never…not unless you told me I had to, and please God, please, never say that!”

He hugged Ghost in desperation. Ghost turned, hugging him back, just as fiercely.

“I’ll never, ever ask you to, Steve. I don’t think I’d want to even live without you.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 33

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Some time later, Steve woke and looked over at Ghost, still sound asleep. The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the bedroom with it’s bright glow. It reflected on Ghost’s pale hair, making the golden strands look like little sparkles. Steve brushed a wisp off Ghost’s forehead, making Ghost smile in his sleep. Steve always liked to watch him sleep, wondering what dreams roamed around in his head. He bent over to give Ghost a light kiss on his mouth, when he noticed one of Ghost’s teeth was broken, the side of one of his front teeth. He thought he’d felt something sharp earlier, when they’d kissed. He would ask about it in the morning. He kissed his own finger, putting it to Ghost’s lips. As Ghost moved, Steve’s finger accidentally was in Ghost’s mouth…he felt him suck on it.

“Oh, my God,” he thought. This wasn’t what he’d intended, but in spite of this, he was feeling aroused again. He told himself to stop molesting Ghost while he slept, then rolled over to try and go back to sleep. He thought it would be impossible now, but sleep did overtake him.

Toward dawn, Ghost woke and it all came back to him, all the events of the night before. He smiled, looking over at Steve. Easing out of bed, so as not to wake him, he went into the kitchen, hoping he remembered how to make coffee. After finally getting it started, he wandered around, just looking at his house. The old house his grandmother raised him in, and left to him after her death. This was his home. He was not homeless any more.

Then a thought came to him…a kind of scary thought. He’d not been back in his bedroom, yet. The door had been closed, and he and Steve…well…he hadn’t even considered leaving Steve’s bed. But now…now maybe he should go in there…or wait for Steve to wake up.

“It’s just my old room, nothing scary about it. Steve probably just swept out all the old dried rose petals and leaves already. Hadn’t he?” he thought. For some reason he still hesitated, afraid of what seeing the room would do to him. The last time he was  in there was when Steve almost killed him. He was afraid of the impressions left on the room. They would assault him now.

He slowly went down the hallway, and put his hand on the doorknob. “I can do this,” he told himself, “I have to.” It took him a bit to actually turn the handle. His hands were shaking and slippery with sweat. He had a bad feeling about this. “I should get Steve,” he thought. In the end, though, he did open the door…just a crack at first, then it swung open.

What he saw in that room, his room, was complete devastation. A maelstorm of long sealed up emotions and visions of what took place there, came rushing out at him, swirling around him, seeking to claim him in their dark essence, forevermore. His entire body was being attacked all over again. His breath was sucked out of him, and he fell to his knees in anguish. He tried, but couldn’t close his eyes or his mind to what he saw.

The room had been left exactly as it had been that terrifying night, almost two years ago. The complete chaos of clothes, papers, dried leaves, sparkly stars, turned over furniture, and blankets from the bed, were everywhere. All the words he’d written in all the years, were looking down at him, closing in on him. But, worst of all were the bloodstains…so many bloodstains. They were splattered on the walls, the floor…and so, so much on the bed. His blood…blood he’d shed that night, still there, as if waiting for him to come back and claim it.

He couldn’t take any more. He felt himself shutting down, his senses overloaded, and he felt he’d pass out, was light headed, the room beginning to spin all around. As he finally gulped in a breath, there was one more assault on his senses. The long pent up smells of that night came to him…the bright coppery smell of blood, of vomit, of stale beer, of rape, of fear, of sweat and tears…all covered in a dusty, old, fetid grunge of despair and hopelessness.

Ghost heard a keening, moaning sound, and in some pocket of his brain, he wondered what it was, not realizing he was the one making the noise. He was sobbing, and the tears would not stop, as he sat there with his head bowed to his knees. He didn’t know how long he’d been there. Time did not exist for him anymore. Finally the assault seemed to be over, his mind had shut down, protecting him from further insults. He was floating above it all, looking down, as he saw Steve run out of the other bedroom and come over to him, embracing him, trying to comfort him. But, he could not. He was not there anymore…he was above this scene, his very soul was out of his body.

As he continued to watch, he could hear no sounds, but he did sense a feeling of deja vu. His soul had been untethered like this before…on that night of pain and sorrow. He realized a part of his soul had been left behind in this room. That’s why he had afterwards felt disconnected to everything. He was not complete. As soon as he thought that, the part of him that had been abandoned there in that room, shut away for so long, came slamming back into him, jolting him into reality once again.

He felt Steve holding him, begging him to come back, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. . It was quiet and peaceful there, where he’d been. He wasn’t in pain and turmoil. It was too hard to make sense of his life over here in the real world. The pain and chaos of trying so hard to make it through, and never quite being able to make it work, was almost too much to bear.

A strange thought came to him from somewhere…not really a premonition, but a past revelation of sorts. He heard clearly, “You were never supposed to be on this side of the ether, Ghost. It wasn’t the right time.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he said aloud.

Steve looked at him in confusion. Ghost was still pretty much out of it, and Steve remembered that he always talked to unseen entities…Ghost talking to ghosts. As Steve continued to hold Ghost close, and tried to find the words that would calm him and bring him back from the edge of wherever he’d been, he knew Ghost had been ready, and more than willing, to take that last step, and never return.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 32

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Ghost and Maxy played a couple more gigs. Maxy was frustrated they weren’t being recognized as super stars, yet, and of course blamed it on Ghost. Ghost was still watching for his chance to escape. He wondered why things had changed between him and Maxy. It had been so good, at first.They had loved each other at a time when he had needed to be loved so desperately, but now, he felt that he’d just been lied to, used by Maxy’s own greed and inflated ego.

This hurt Ghost, to know he’d given himself wholeheartedly and now…now it had all gone so wrong. Then, a few nights later, they’d had another blow-up. Maxy accused Ghost of sabotaging their path to fame, called him every bad name he could think of, said he hated him…and all the while knocking Ghost around. He kept drinking and cursing and finally stumbled to bed, where he passed out.

Ghost had had enough. He saw his chance, and took it. He quietly went out the door, the same door he’d so willingly came into months ago. He also did something he thought he’d never do…he stole Maxy’s money…everything that was in Maxy’s wallet. He didn’t care, figuring some of it belonged to him anyway for his pay from the gigs. Maxy had never given him any, in all this time. Ghost had no idea how much it was, but knew he could maybe pay his way back home on a bus. He didn’t want to hitch-hike if he could go some other way.

He remembered his way back to the soup kitchen he’d ate at when he first got here. Asking around, he found that the Rasta guy had moved on. He would have liked to thank him for his help. He got directions to the bus station, where he handed over a wad of money. It was enough to take him back to Missing Mile. It would take three days.

On the long ride cross-country, he slept a lot, and thought a lot about everything that had happened to him. It was a long, torturous journey, that was coming full circle. He didn’t know if he could forgive Steve, but he knew he had to try. Maybe Steve was glad he was gone, and the more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. The closer he got to home, the more scared he was of what would happen.

Kinsey had said Steve had made a mess of his life…well, so had he. Maybe, just maybe they could work it out. At least he was going to try…he hoped Steve would do the same.

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The bus driver let him off in the middle of the night, in Missing Mile. The town was dark and deserted. Ghost stood there in the street and just breathed. It felt right. The night air was cooling from another hot, humid day. Fog was beginning to form, but high above in the indigo sky, thousands of stars looked down on him.

He began walking home. He hadn’t been there in so long. He didn’t know if Steve had stayed or not, didn’t know what he’d find when he got there. His feet crunched the gravel, as he slowly walked up to the front porch of his house. Things looked pretty much the same. Steve’s old T-bird wasn’t there. He’d not heard of the wreck Steve had had…the car was long gone. Walking up the steps, he noticed his warding off star was still there in front of the door, painted on the wooden planks…a little more faded. He knew he’d repaint it.

Opening the door, he knew immediately…Steve was here. He caught his breath, swallowing hard. The whole house smelled of Steve.The whole house’s essence screamed at him of Steve’s presence. Feelings and lightning quick visions of everything that had ever happened in this house, since he was a kid, and up until that horrible day when he’d left, came flooding into his senses. It made him weak, made him stagger almost to his knees, it was so strong in his mind. The adrenaline of anxiety was making him shake.

After a few more deep breaths, he began walking to Steve’s bedroom. He could hear Steve breathing, a sound he was so familiar with, and had missed terribly. He made his way down the hallway, lit only by the moonlight that streamed in through the living-room window. He opened the door…and there was Steve. It had been almost two years since he’d left his home. It was time to begin the next journey of his life.

As he watched Steve sleep, feelings washed over him…feelings of goodness and badness, and all that happened…but most of all, love. No matter what did happen, or would happen, he knew there would always be total, awesome love between them. The time was right.

His heart melted at the sight of his best friend, his lover. He didn’t trust his voice, so he whispered, “Steve.” It wasn’t loud enough. Ghost’s eyes welled up, and tears fell down his face. “Steve,” he whispered a little louder. Steve stirred on the bed, rolled over toward Ghost, his eyes fluttering open as he came slowly awake.

“Steve,” Ghost whispered shakily, again. “I need you,” he sobbed.

Steve only stared at Ghost. He felt he was still asleep and dreaming, then sleepwalking, as he rose from the bed. Reaching out, he touched Ghost’s wet face. “Are you real? Are you really here, Ghost?”

“Steve…I need you, now,” Ghost sighed, reaching up to Steve, kissing him deeply. He didn’t know if Steve would reject him. His heart was pounding, and he was almost collapsing with his overwhelming need to be loved by Steve, to be one with him again.

Steve was in shock at seeing Ghost after so long, so long…and when Ghost kissed him, he felt all the love and need from Ghost. His heart nearly exploded with the love he felt for this exquisite creature in front of him…loving him, wanting him…needing him.

They had no more need for words. Steve enveloped Ghost in his strong arms, and led him to his still warm bed, where they took each other in absolute love, passion and adoration. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, hearing their heartbeats, and the soothing sounds of a breeze blowing through the pines.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 31

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After hearing all the old mountain woman had said, Steve walked out of the mountain village and down the twisty road, back to the highway. His head was reeling. He had no idea which way to go. He didn’t want to go back home yet, so he started in the opposite direction, to the west…the same way Ghost had gone. As the sun went down and it began to get dark, a semi truck came down the highway… the trucker stopped for Steve.

As fate would have it, it was the same guy Ghost had hitched a ride with. Steve told the guy he was searching for his friend, who may have come this way. The man mentioned his other hitchhiker sounded like Steve’s friend. He didn’t mention what he’d done to him.

So, Steve knew he was on the right path, and when offered, he rode all the way to L.A. with the trucker. As they pulled up into the freight yard, he told Steve that this was the last place he’d seen him. Steve walked away, sure he was getting closer to finding Ghost.

He didn’t know just how close he’d be. He wandered around the area for a few days, putting out flyers with Ghost’s picture on it everywhere he went. He asked around, but no one had any information. That is until he went into a small coffee shop. He spoke to the barista about his search for Ghost.

She screamed, “I know him!” Steve insisted she tell him what she knew. She did, then added, “But, I haven’t seen them in awhile. They got too big for this place and started playing bigger venues. They put flyers up, but I haven’t been able to get off work to catch a performance. Maybe you can!”

Steve thanked her, then left. He walked around some more, now looking for the flyers. He finally found an old one tacked to a light pole. He tore it down and stared at the picture on it. It was definitely Ghost. His heart quickened. They’d played several nights before, at a place across the city, a popular club. Then he looked closer at the person in the picture with Ghost. He narrowed his eyes. He already didn’t like this Maxy person.

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Back in Missing Mile, Kinsey was looking at the same flyer that Steve was looking at. Just that day, he’d received an envelope in the mail. It had the flyer for Ghost and Maxy’s band, and another flyer…one of those Steve had been putting up everywhere. Written on the first flyer was a note. It said, ‘Is this the Ghost you’re looking for? Don’t waste your time. He belongs to me now!’ It wasn’t signed. Kinsey just stared at it. Steve was somewhere out there, Ghost was somewhere out there…who knew if they’d ever find each other. It just keeps getting worse, he thought. I’m too old to deal with all this drama. He figured he’d just mind his own business for the time being. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. He shook his head and went back to work.

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Steve continued his search. Every time he’d thought he was close, he found he was just a little too late. He kept on though, searching every group of people he saw, for a glimpse maybe of seeing Ghost.

The night of the phone call had made Maxy furious. He’d thrown Ghost into the wall, his phone was broken, and Ghost wasn’t co-operating according to his plans anymore. He was glad Ghost was hurting, there on the floor. He stood over him, telling him he’d crossed the line, that he owned him now, and he demanded Ghost do what he said, that he’d never let him go.

Ghost barely heard him. He’d hit his head hard on the brick accent wall, when he fell against it, and was half knocked out. A gash was cut into the back of his head, and was bleeding, his ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry. Then, Maxy was yelling what sounded like nonsense at him. Ghost tried to sit up, but was extremely dizzy. Before he could do anything, Maxy attacked him. He held Ghost down and took him by force, in anger and dominance.

Ghost was defenseless against such rage. Afterwards, he vowed to himself to get away as soon as he could. He was afraid for his life. He knew he needed help, but from who? He really didn’t know anyone in this city, and he’d been kept pretty isolated by Maxy, and now Maxy would be watching him even closer.

The next morning, Maxy was all apologetic, and said he was sorry, but Ghost didn’t believe it for a second. He went along with it, fearing that if he didn’t, he’d be in for more trouble. Maxy did have another plan for controlling Ghost.  He’d found that whenever he’d slipped Ghost something stronger than pot, Ghost would mellow out and be pliable…he could get him to do anything. He didn’t know why, because the same drugs made everyone he knew all hyper. He didn’t know about Ghost’s ADD problem, and that stimulants worked the exact opposite on it.

So he started slipping the drugs into whatever Ghost ate or drank. It worked just like he planned. What else he didn’t know, was that when Ghost was in the calm state, his mind would do what it did best. Ghost was able to actually focus and sent out his mind messages even stronger, and could receive and feel other’s thoughts better, too.

For the next few days, as Ghost’s head cleared of the dizziness and headache, he kept getting visions and dreams of Steve. They were unfiltered, and seemed desperate and frantic…and worst of all, nearby. He couldn’t get the feelings to go away. He didn’t really want them to go away, just wanted to know what they meant. He pushed his mind in Steve’s direction. Maybe that would clarify things better. He felt that Steve was here, close by, looking for him. He was torn. He wanted Steve to find him, but he wasn’t sure he could face him yet.

He and Maxy had another show booked that night. It went ok…a big crowd showed up. Then, as they were leaving, Ghost froze, thinking he saw Steve, there on the sidewalk. Steve did not see him, the crowd was pushing and shoving along as they left the venue. Steve was pushed along, too. Ghost was sure it was him, but he looked so sad and beaten down.

Maxy had seen Ghost staring at something, someone in the crowd, and he didn’t like it. He grabbed Ghost’s arm tightly and dragged him back into the club. He kept Ghost next to him the rest of the night.

Steve had tried to get to the club where Ghost was playing that night. He’d finally found a current flyer and made his way over there, getting lost a few times. As he reached the club, everyone was leaving, and he knew he’d missed his chance at finding Ghost…again. He hung around anyway, just in case, but the club was closing, and he’d never gotten to see Ghost. He was sick of this. He had no money or place to stay. He couldn’t find Ghost. Maybe he should go back home to regroup, figure out some other way, because this wasn’t working.

So, late that night he got out on the highway and hitched back to North Carolina. It took three days. He was exhausted. Back at the house, he collapsed into bed, not waking for hours. Ghost was in his dreams.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 30

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Steve sat at the old woman’s kitchen table, listening to what she had to say.

“He told me everything, Steve…about everything, his whole life poured out in front of me…the good times and the bad. The death of his grandmother was especially hard for him. She was my best friend back then, Steve. I told her not to take Ghost away, but she wouldn’t listen. He told me about you, too. What you did to him…Steve, when my husband found him out there by the graveyard, and brought him here,” she let a tear fall, “he was dead, Steve. I’m convinced of that. We carried him inside and laid him on the bed. There were a couple of last breaths, and he whispered your name. We were frantic. We didn’t know what to do, but we gave him CPR as best we could. It took so long, but he finally came back to us.” She paused for a moment.

“He wasn’t right, Steve. He was out of his mind, didn’t know where he was, who he was, only mumbled gibberish. He had these awful shaking fits, saw visions, screamed in the night. And then his injuries were taking so long to heal. There was infection and high fevers. I gave him all the medicine I could. It finally started to work. Slowly, he began to recover. At least his body did…his spirit, his life force was almost completely gone. He had no real will to live, was kind of upset that he did live…kept begging me to just forget about him, to let him go. But, I could never do that. I loved him already…he was my best friend’s grandson. I’d never let him will himself to die.

He got well enough. I urged him to get out in the community to get to know people, to learn some of his heritage. It was okay for a while, but then it started with the others. I was afraid for him…and he knew he should leave…and so, he did. I’ve not heard anything from him since. I pray every day for his safety. Steve, if anyone can find him, it’s you. I know that when he is ready to be found, he will let you know. His gift is so strong, he will make himself known, and I’m sure he will someday,” she paused again.

Steve could not stop sobbing. She reached over and wrapped him in her arms. He needed someone to care about him as much as Ghost did. “What will become of these two,” she wondered, “these two who are meant to be together for all of time?” She didn’t know, but she had faith that somehow it would work out, if not in this lifetime, maybe in the next. She knew in her heart that their souls were intertwined since the beginning of time, and they’d had many meetings before…and here they were again, struggling to make it work.

Finally, Steve could form words, again. “Why would Ghost even want me now? He hates me, he put a curse on me! He’d never let me find him!” he despaired.

She was surprised to hear that Ghost had put a curse on Steve. How did he even know about things like that? It must be an innate knowledge, passed down for generations.

“Don’t fret about it, Steve. I know you are a good person, deep inside. Something evil possessed you beyond your control that night. It was decided many lifetimes ago, that both of your souls would have strife, that you and Ghost would meet and part many, many times over the millennia. Ghost is always meant to be your soul-mate, and you are his. It was written in the stars. Ghost will never forsake you, Steve. That is the one thing you can count on. He will come back to you…when the time is right.

Ghost loves you, a love so deep and pure, that he would die for you, he would die because of you, he would die without you. He’s already proven that, in so many ways. Have faith, Steve. I can tell, you must think I’m just an old, crazy, raving lunatic, talking gobbledygook, but trust me, I’m speaking the truth.”

Steve nodded, and said he’d try. “So, what now? Do I just wait around for a mind message from Ghost to come get him, or what? How am I supposed to do that? I need to do something..it’s killing me!”

She smiled, and told him that’s all he could really do. “Be open to any feelings you get, anything strange or out of order…it could be a message from Ghost. You think it’s impossible, but just let go, Steve. It’s more difficult when you try too hard to figure it out. Relax and let the messages come and guide you. You can still search for him, do what you can, leave your flyers and information everywhere you go. It may help.”

Steve jumped up from the chair, and paced around. “Don’t tell me again ‘when the time is right’! The time is right for me to find him right now!”

She could understand his frustration. “Then go…go do everything you can, Steve. He needs you just as much as you need him. I’ll pray for your success and safety, as I will for Ghost’s.” She squeezed his hands.

Steve closed his eyes and nodded, “I know,” he whispered. He turned to leave, but she stopped him.

“Steve, wait, I just remembered something.” She went upstairs. When she came back down, she had an envelope in her hands. “This is yours…from Ghost. He said he knew you’d be here someday, and to give this to you. You would know it was from him, and no one else.

Steve opened the sealed envelope. Inside was a short note, in Ghost’s handwriting, in sky blue marker. It said,

“I’m so lost, Steve. I still love you. Ghost”…and with the note was two crumpled up silver stars that had been in Ghost’s back pack. They’d come from the ceiling in Ghost’s bedroom in Missing Mile.

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 29

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 29

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

Warning……..adult content

Steve started walking up the unfamiliar road. It was still mid-afternoon, but the woods were so thick and shady, it seemed like twilight. In spite of himself, he was a little spooked. These people were probably watching him already…with loaded shotguns. He hoped he didn’t trip over some tree roots, or anything, and fall and break his other arm.

He was right about the people watching him make his way up the trail. They always had a sentry on watch…for just this reason…a stranger coming their way. Word was sent back to the settlement in record time. Steve would be met by a ‘welcoming’ group…with shotguns.

As Steve came to the top of the trail into a clearing, he was breathing hard. He stopped a minute, looking out over a rustic little town. He thought it kind of looked like a movie set. Stores, wooden sidewalks, porches with rocking chairs, log cabins, wash hanging on the lines, horses and buggies…he smiled. It was definitely  not what he’d expected.

He started toward the area, when just ahead of him, out stepped a group of men. Steve stopped and stared…this is what he expected…shotguns, guys in flannel shirts and denim overalls. The leader of the group spoke,

“What ‘cha doin’ up here?”

Steve stuggled to collect his thoughts. These are the hillbillies he’d always heard of…the hippies…the mountain people…Ghost’s people! The way they looked, with their longish, light brown to white blond hair, the strange blue eyes, the way they talked…”Oh, my God, the way they talk, it’s pure Ghost!” he thought.

“Uh…I’m here to ask if you know of a guy, my friend…came up here about a year or so ago. I heard he may have come this way. I just want to know if anyone can tell me anything…” Steve’s voice faded, as he saw the looks he got from the group…and the looks that passed between the men. He felt they knew something, but the head guy just said,

“There’s no strangers up in here…just you.”

He didn’t look very friendly. He didn’t look like he’d volunteer any information. Steve was trying to think fast, to think what he should say or do to make them understand how important this was to him.

Word had gotten around already, that someone was here, and others were venturing out of the houses and stores, to stare at him. Some little kids came running around the corner of a building, playing some chasing game. Steve’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe what he saw…young, little Ghost’s – they all looked like Ghost as a kid.

The men were all still deciding whether to run him off their property, when an older woman came up to the group. She took one look at Steve, and said his name.

“Steve,” she said, not unkindly.

The men gave her a warning look, but she stood her ground, and waved them away.

“I’ll take care of this’un…y’all go on now.”

They protested a little, but slowly walked away. Steve knew they’d not go far, and would still be watching.

“How do you know my name?” he asked the woman.

“Ghost told me,” she said, simply. “He told me all about you, Steve.”

Steve ran his hand over his sweaty face, and into his scraggly hair, as he looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry…I’m so, so sorry. I never meant for anything bad to happen,” he was almost in tears.

“C’mon, Steve, let’s go inside,” she said, leading him to her cabin. She gave him some cool spring water, and let him cool off a bit, before speaking again.

“You aren’t supposed to find him, Steve, until the time is right. I guess you haven’t found him yet, if you’re up here, then.” she sighed. “He’s not here anymore…left about six months ago. Things were getting ugly…” she shook her head. “It shouldn’t have. We are Ghost’s people, his family, but Miz Deliverance took him away when he was too young. And now, to come back, well…it was like a stranger came back, an outsider. I think Ghost didn’t know where he fit in. Not back in Missing Mile, and not here either, really. It’s a shame what went on. Some of the young men here, well, Ghost is such a pure soul, and so giving and trusting…they took advantage of that. I tried to get him to stay, said it’d get better, but he knew it wouldn’t…said he had to go.”

She stopped, staring Steve right in the eyes, with a hard look. Steve had said nothing.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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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.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

warning      warning      warning      warning

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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.