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Fan-Fiction story based on the novel, “Lost Souls”, by Poppy Z. Brite. Further adventures of Steve and Ghost.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 64

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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As Ghost walked down the hallway, the group of hecklers were there and confronted him. He didn’t know they were there to cause trouble…he’d never even noticed this group out there. There were six of them, and as Ghost passed by, they surrounded him, and started making comments about everything…the show, his singing, Steve’s playing, how they looked…and, how they never should have come to their town.

Ghost didn’t answer back, but he still tried to push past them. That’s when one, the supposed leader, shoved Ghost up against another one, and he pushed Ghost up against the wall. Grabbing Ghost’s arm, he said, “We don’t like your kind here in this town. We don’t like queers playing in our bars, so you and your fag boyfriend should leave now, or you won’t like what we can do to you…got it?”

Ghost shoved his knee, as hard as he could, into the guy’s crotch. “Get your fucking hands off me.”

The guy staggered back, looking for his group to take Ghost down, but his friends had backed up out of the way. Just as Ghost had kneed the guy, Steve had come into the hallway, saw what was happening, and charged into the guy and his posse like a raging bull, and was bellowing just as loud. He rammed the one guy into the floor, and punched him in the face a few times, before the owner of the bar came and broke it up.

The bar owner knew these hoodlums, and knew they liked to start trouble, but asked anyway if they wanted to have Steve arrested for assault. The guy held his bloody nose, and said, “No, just having some fun with them.” He and his group walked out.  As they left, one of his friends asked, “Why didn’t you press charges, dude?”

“Because, I don’t want anyone to know I got beat up by the likes of those two…and that’s the end of it, understand?”

The owner asked Ghost and Steve if they were okay, then paid them what they’d agreed on. Steve grabbed his guitar, and he and Ghost went out to the parking lot to leave. There, they found the car had been vandalized. The tires were slashed, a window was broken, and discriminatory words were spray painted all over it.

“God damn it, look what those mother fuckers did! Where the hell did they go? A bloody nose was too good for him, I should’a killed him when I had the chance!” Steve kicked at the flat tires, and ranted around the lot, looking for them.

Ghost was finally able to calm him down, then they just sat there on the curb, behind the bar.

“Ghost, what are we doing? Why are we here?” Steve asked. “We don’t need this much trouble. I think we should just go back home.”

Ghost understood how he felt, but wasn’t ready to call it quits, yet. He stood up in front of Steve, and said, “Steve, there’s trouble makers anywhere…we just ran into one the first time out. I don’t like it either, but I don’t want to quit, just because of one asshole. It’s like they won, and they’re chasing us away. We’re gonna play our other show tomorrow, and they’ll know we’re not afraid of them. You know, like our song? We are not afraid…and even if we are, we shouldn’t show it. OK?”

Steve was still down about it, and shook his head. “I don’t know, Ghost. I don’t want to have to fight someone everywhere we go.”

Ghost waited for him to continue. He already knew what Steve was going to say, and he appreciated it, but still didn’t want to hear it, or hear Steve think he had to say it…but, here it came anyway.”

“Ghost, I always want to protect you, to watch out for you. I always have your back, no matter what…” he looked up at Ghost and saw the expression on Ghost’s face. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know Steve, and I love you for it, but I can take care of myself, when I have to.”

“But, Ghost, I want to take care of you.”

“Steve, listen to me. I love you wanting to take care of me, but sometimes you don’t have to. I mean, I have to know I can do what I have to do. I’ve always had to…maybe it turns out ok, maybe it doesn’t, but I have to keep trying. I don’t have to be rescued from every confrontation, like some little helpless kid. I don’t think I’m saying this right, Steve, but can’t you see?”

“Yeah, I think so. You want me as back-up, just in case, but I should let you take care of it when you can.”

Ghost nodded, “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings…”

“I know, it’s okay…so when am I allowed to swoop in and kick some ass?”

Ghost smiled, “You want a signal or something? I think you’ll know when to swoop in. If I’m for sure getting creamed, then ok…rescue me.”

“Well, you sure gave that guy something to think about. Good job! Ghost don’t play around.”

“Yeah, well…” Ghost said, feeling pretty good about it, himself.

They were quiet for a few minutes. Ghost didn’t say what he was thinking, though. He’d been dealing with people calling him every name in the book, ever since he could remember, and it just rolled off him like nothing, anymore…or mostly it did. Actually, it hurt like hell to be called names, but this may have been the first time Steve had been singled out, too, for the derogatory terms, and it was because he is with me. So he knew it bothered Steve – a lot – even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Steve was having those feelings and thoughts, even though he didn’t want Ghost to feel bad about it. He’d never been called those names before, and it did hurt…like Ghost had said, words were powerful. He didn’t know how Ghost could stand it, and know it from when he was a kid, and that it would never end for him. How could he continue to be calm and just take it for all these years? Ghost was so strong in that regard…way stronger than he was.

Ghost figured enough was said on the subject. He sighed, and looked at the car. “What’ll we do about that?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Ghost. I have one spare tire I can put on, but that’s not gonna help, when I need three more. Guess we just have to wait til in the morning and go get more tires. The window, well, it’s on the side, so it’ll wait. Tonight…?” he shrugged.

Ghost opened the car door and started brushing out broken glass. “I’m tired, Steve. I’m gonna sleep right here in the back seat.” He spread a blanket out, just in case there were tiny pieces of glass still on the fabric of the seat, and stretched out, closing his eyes. Steve guessed he’d keep watch – never know if those guys would come back. He leaned back in the front seat, but soon enough fell asleep. There were no more incidents that night.

~

The next morning, they were awakened by the bar owner. He was surprised to see them still in his back parking area. “Hey, guys, what happened? I thought y’all left after the show.”

Steve got out and stretched. He was stiff from sitting up all night. “Well, we were going, but I think those guys that started trouble last night wrecked our car. Now we gotta get it fixed, or at least get some tires.”

“Gee, I’m sorry. I know those guys. It’s not the first time they’ve done something like this. You want to file a police report on them?”

“Guess not, man,” said Steve. “We didn’t actually see them do it, so…just need some tires. Where’s a place to get them?”

The bar owner said he’d drive Steve over to the tire place right then, if he wanted to. Steve agreed, and woke up Ghost to tell him what was going on. Ghost could barely get his eyes open, and just nodded, and said, “Uh-huh, get me some coffee.”

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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 # 63

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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The next morning, people were packing up…some leaving, some going sight-seeing. Steve decided to try fishing again. As he was getting his fishing pole ready, Ghost was writing in his journal, and taking pictures of the lake and Steve. A couple of nearby campers came over.

“Mornin’,” they said.

Ghost smiled, and offered them some coffee they’d made on the little gas stove. Steve walked over to see what was up.

“We heard your singing and playing last night…it was great.” they said. “Did you say you were playing in town tonight?”

“We’re gonna try to. Maybe y’all can come,” said Ghost.

Steve came up behind Ghost, then. “Hey, Steve, these are some people who liked our songs. Oh, this here’s Steve…he plays the guitar.”

They all nodded and said, “Hey.”

“Well, we’re going to be in town, so we’ll look you up, then,” said one. They all walked off. Steve didn’t say much, but he had a wary look, as he went back to his fishing pole.

“Don’t start nothin’,” Ghost muttered to himself, but Steve heard him, anyway.

“What was that, Ghost?”

“Nothin’,” Ghost said, as he went back to his writing.

Steve did catch a few fish, and showed Ghost, who took a picture. “You ready to eat fish for breakfast?” Steve asked.

Ghost looked appalled, but said, “Sure, Steve…not really.”

“Well, which one is it then?” Steve asked, baffled at Ghost.

“Uh, they’re real nice fish, but…but…I’m not hungry…okay?”

“Fine then, I’ll eat them all. First I have to…”

Ghost started running away, up the embankment, and all the way to the car. Steve shook his head, but continued preparing the fish for the pan. After cooking them, he was enjoying fresh, fried fish, when Ghost came slinking back to the campsite. His eyes were dark, and Steve knew he was upset.

“These sure are good…want some?” Steve held out his plate, knowing it would creep Ghost out, but couldn’t resist doing it anyway.

“No…how can you do that, Steve? How can you catch a nice, innocent fish, and then just kill it…and then just eat it like nothing just happened?”

“Easy…I was hungry.” Steve licked his fingers.

Ghost just looked sad.

“Listen, dude, ya gotta get over things like this. Somebody caught the ones in the grocery store, and you eat those just fine. This just eliminates the middle man,” Steve explained. “What’d ya do, go sing a dirge to the fishies?” he snickered.

“Maybe I did,” said Ghost.

“I know you did…I heard ya,” said Steve.

“Whatever,” said Ghost as he looked for something else to eat.

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They drove into town to inquire about performing. The bar said sure, and put them on the line-up of acts. Then having the rest of the day to themselves, they went over to the coffee shop, and asked about their chances of playing there the next night. They got the go-ahead there, too.

Next, they figured they’d better do some laundry, so they gathered up their dirty clothes, and found the laundromat. As they sat there waiting for their clothes to get washed and dried, they didn’t notice groups of townspeople passing by on the sidewalk, and peering in the window at them. Word was spreading around the small town, that some drifters were going to be appearing at the local bar and coffee shop.

The campers had been talking to shopkeepers, that they’d heard them sing last night, and that they were good.

Ghost and Steve, – or rather Steve – considered what he should wear that night. He didn’t feel he should wear his all out rocker get up, so had to think of something that wouldn’t be so in their face, so to speak. Settling on  his jeans, black t-shirt, and boots, in other words, his everyday clothes, he was done. Ghost never worried about what he’d wear, just grabbing whatever he happened to see first.

Looked like today, it was worn out, faded jeans, with holes in the knees, and a soft blue and white striped hoodie, his striped knee socks, and tennis shoes that he’d written all over. Steve thought he was cute, no matter what he wore…or didn’t.

They decided to sing and play a few older songs, and maybe a new one mixed in. They only had a little while on their turn to play. They didn’t expect such a big crowd, though, when they arrived. It looked like it was a packed house. This place was similar to the Sacred Yew…bar, game room, dance floor, and stage.

They were the last on the list of performers, so they got to hear someone else’s music. They were mostly covers of country bands, some bluegrass, a pop tune or two, and one guy did a rap, and he got booed off the stage. Since Ghost and Steve’s main genre was southern rock, they figured they’d do okay in this crowd.

There were some teens, some college kids from the nearby big town down the road, a few older folks, but they didn’t see any kids dressed in goth clothes, like at home. They were up next, just the two of them…Steve with his acoustic guitar, and no background tape, but they were ready. Ghost felt a tingle of excitement, as usual, as they took the stage.

The announcer, a local DJ, introduced them. “Everyone please welcome a band form the east coast of this great state…”Lost Souls?”

Ghost took hold of the mic and nodded to Steve, and they began their first song, a cover of the Eagles, *Take it to the Limit”.  They figured everyone had heard this one, and it’d get them off to a good start…and it did. People were singing along, and the dance floor filled up. They continued their short play-list, putting in a couple of their own songs.

Most everyone was having a good time, however there was a group of guys who were just drinking at the bar, and hollering rude comments. Steve figured it just came with the territory – gotta be someone who wasn’t happy. They closed with “World”, which most of the audience didn’t understand at all, but seemed to like anyway.

Afterward, Ghost went back stage before Steve, who was packing up his guitar, and accepting a beer from a guy who’d liked their show.

~

*Take it to the Limit” by the Eagles, Randy Meisner, Don Henley, Glenn Frey, released November 15, 1975, label – Asylum

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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.

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.

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 62

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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As they drove down a dirt path that led to the campsite, they saw other people camping out in their tents and RVs. There were lots of woodsy areas and a small lake. It looked like just the place for them, as they planned on staying a few days before continuing on their trip.

Finding a good spot to stop, Steve asked, “So, Ghost…do ya remember how to put up this old tent?”

“Hmmph,” Ghost snorted, “I remember I saw that spider and you laughed at me. I never did put up that tent. You can just do it this time, and get a spider on you.”

“No, it’s your job, Ghost,” Steve laughed as he teased him. Ghost gave him the finger, and Steve cracked up.

“Ok, fine, we’ll do it together then,” he said, as he got out of the car and rolled out the tent.

Ghost had moved back a ways, not helping. “I’m gonna just get the other stuff out of the car,” he said, as he walked away.

He took his time rummaging around in the overstuffed trunk and back seat. Steve had finished putting up the tent by the time Ghost returned.

“You did a good job, Steve,” he smiled his lopsided grin.

“Yeah, thanks for helping, you slacker.” Steve grumbled, all hot and sweaty.

They pulled out the cooler of beer and sandwich fixings, and rested awhile. The other campers were lighting campfires and some kids were throwing a frisbee around. Steve had noticed some of the people had been watching him and Ghost. Of course they’d done some looking over at them, too, but nobody said you had to get acquainted with strangers in a campground.

Ghost, of course, never seemed to mind meeting new people. He could read people’s thoughts anytime he wanted, but reading subtle signs of friendship or disdain, was not as easy for him. He always thought people were nice, unless they came right out and said mean things, or hurt him.

It always puzzled him when things didn’t add up, people’s actions and thoughts sometimes were two different things. Steve supposed it might have something to do with numbers, in a round about way.

So, Ghost went walking around, down to the water, just looking at the stars, and moon, and saying hi to people along the way. For the most part he fit right in for once. These other campers were more of the commune, hippie class of people, he’d say…wanderers, modern day gypsies, or something.

Steve sat at their campsite and just watched what was happening, and how Ghost interacted. Some of the kids got him to throw the frisbee with them for awhile. Their parents, of course came over to check out the situation. Steve tensed up, just in case something happened, but everyone seemed friendly enough.

The weird thing was, was that Steve himself felt like the odd one out. He was still in his usual mode of dress, not decked out in his club clothes, but just in jeans and black t-shirt with a band logo. To these people, though, that made him strange, he guessed. And, he didn’t know how they’d feel or act if they knew he and Ghost were a couple.

Ghost returned then, and he chattered on about the people he’d met. “I told them we were gonna try to play at one of the clubs tomorrow night. Maybe they’ll come see us.”

“Did you say anything about us?”

No, why? Guess they can see we’re together, don’cha think?”

“I don’t know, but you have to be careful about stuff like that…some people may seem nice, but may not like the way we live, ya know.” Steve looked intensely at Ghost, hoping to make him understand.

“Uh-huh, I know, Steve, I’m not stupid. I know some people don’t like guys being together…or even just me. They can tell, Steve. They always know. I don’t have to tell them…and they either be ok, or hate me. That’s the way it’s always been.” Ghost spoke softly, and looked down through the long strands of hair that fell in his face. 

“You should know how it is by now, Steve, and I can’t hide all my life from something bad that might happen.” He sighed, and bit his lower lip.

Steve pushed Ghost’s hair away from his face, and raised his head to look him in his eyes. “I know, Ghost. I know…guess I’m just feeling different out here. We’re a long way from home, and I want to be able to take care of you. So, I’m always watching how people react…ya know?”

Ghost nodded. They sat awhile in silence. Then Ghost asked, “Steve, do you feel bad about being with me?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Ghost?”

“You know…you know…shit, Steve…I’ve always been in love with you. I am the way I am. I don’t know any other way, but…you’ve had girlfriends before – lots of them, and I know you slept with some of them…so, I don’t even know what I’m saying…and now I’m embarrassed to look at you – for you to look at me,” He put his head down on his knees and arms, letting his hair fall over his face again.

Steve was stunned at what Ghost had said. He’d never thought about it like that, ever. Now he was all confused. He’d always thought and felt like he was a straight, macho male. He’d had plenty of girls, and enjoyed their company, and he knew for a fact, that he loved Ghost with all his heart…and loved giving him pleasure, and receiving Ghost’s love for him. So, now, what the hell was he? Maybe he was both…or maybe he was trying to prove he wasn’t before. And, did it even matter? He knew he’d never have anyone but Ghost ever again, but he was still who he was, and that wouldn’t change.

“Damn, Ghost,” he said. “How can you even think I’d be sad or ashamed of being with you? I love you and want to be with you till the end of time. Yeah, maybe I did have girlfriends. I mean, the opportunity was there, and I’m sorry…I guess I never noticed you needing me…not like it is now. You never made any moves on me…God…I’m messing this all up. I can’t say it right…” he was almost in tears.

Ghost still had his face covered, but Steve could see his shoulders shaking…he was crying.

“Ghost?” Steve put his hand on Ghost’s head.

Ghost sobbed, “That’s a shitty thing to say, Steve…you never noticed me?”

“No, no, no, Ghost. I noticed you…you’ve always been my best friend, my only friend, for real. Just, before , I didn’t realize you loved me. At least like that.”

“So, I’m just an opportunity in front of you, since you didn’t have anyone else at the time? You know I never did it with anyone  but you, Steve. I didn’t even know how, or how to get you to love me back. And then, that one time, the first time we kissed…and you didn’t even remember it, and then said it was an accident, and you were drunk, anyway? …You know I told Kinsey about it? He said he knew we were in love all along, even before we admitted it to ourselves. And, you were still denying it, Steve!

And now what? Is it real for you, now? Because, it’s always been real for me…so real it hurts. Even now, I’m scared you’re gonna wake up and say ‘well it’s been fun’, and Steve, I think I’d die if that ever happened. I – would – die. And, how could you do that to me? I’d never, ever leave you, Steve. Even when I went away, I didn’t leave you, really. You’re always in here, in my head…in my heart…forevermore, Steve!”

“Oh, my God, Ghost! You’re getting ahead of yourself…that will never happen, and don’t say it’s some kind of premonition, or some crazy vision. It – will – never – happen! I’ll never leave you, either. I know I loved you from the very first. It just took awhile for me to realize you wanted it, too. Oh, Ghost…you’re the one with the words. I don’t know how to make it so you really understand. I love you more than my own life. There’d be no reason to go on, if you weren’t here.

I’m never trying to hide our love for each other. I don’t care what anyone thinks. We are who we are, and I’m usually feeling unworthy of your love. I don’t deserve it, but I’m forever thankful that you see fit to love me, too.”

Ghost reached over and took Steve in a big embrace, and they kissed. As Steve brushed away Ghost’s tears, Ghost said, “Steve, will you play some songs for me? I need to hear you play, and I need to sing. I can’t go to sleep without it.” He sighed and leaned against Steve’s chest. “Please?”

Steve nodded, yes, and reached for his guitar. “I’ll play for you, Ghost, but quietly. I’ll play for you forevermore, anything you want.”

And so, he did, and Ghost sang, his beautiful golden voice reaching up to the stars. The other campers heard this, and were transfixed at the beauty of the starry night, and the amazing voice that sang them all to sleep.

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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.

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.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 61

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Arriving home after the show, they left most of their things in the car, as there would be no point in unloading, then loading up again in the morning. It was late, but Steve brought out Ghost’s present. It was a digital camera. They’d never had a camera before, and this one looked easy to use, so he’d bought it.

“This is so neat, Steve! Now, I got a present and you got a present. Now, I can take pictures of everywhere we go.”

Steve was happy that Ghost liked his gift, and they figured out how to use it, by taking silly pictures of each other. Then, Steve showed Ghost how to use the phone, and he seemed to understand to use the letters on it.

Now, they began packing; mostly clothes they’d need, some snacks, Ghost’s backpack, stuffed full of the usual mish-mash of stuff, plus extra blank journals, and markers. They’d made plans for Terry to come stay at the house, whenever he wanted, as he got tired of living in his room behind the record store. “Just don’t wreck the place,” Steve had told him.

Finally, they went to bed, and were asleep as soon as they turned out the light. They wanted to leave early, and they were actually up and out the door pretty much as planned.

  ~

As they drove away Ghost looked out the car window and said, “Good-bye little house. We’ll be back, I promise.”

They would be driving for about two hours or so before reaching the mountain road that would take them to meet the couple, who’d been so nice to them. The closer they got, the quieter Ghost got. Steve noticed him, kind of looking sad.

“What’s the matter?” he asked Ghost.

Ghost sighed and said, “Nothing.”

But Steve figured Ghost was remembering his time up here. He knew Ghost remembered some of it – after he had gotten better, but all that had come before, how bad he’d been hurt, how he’d actually died for a little while…he didn’t think Ghost knew any of that. At least consciously. There probably was a part of him that knew, that he could feel what happened.

“Look, Ghost,” Steve said, “we don’t have to go up here, ya know. It may be too much to take in, too much to remember stuff.”

“I know, but I still want to see them, to show them I’m ok now, and that you found me.”

Steve had sent a postcard to them, letting them know they’d stop by, so it wasn’t a complete surprise, when they drove up the twisty road to the little community. There was no shot-gun welcoming committee, this time, as they drove up to the house.

When they got out of the car, the couple came out to greet them. Ghost hugged them both. Steve hung back, but they drew him in, too. The woman noticed the cast still on Ghost’s hand, and looked at him with a question in her eyes.

“We was in the hurricane, and my hand got busted. Our whole house got crashed by a tree! But, we were ok, and our friends put our house back together.”

She smiled, and said she was glad he and Steve were ok.

“We found the journal my grandmother had hidden. It said a lot of stuff I never heard before. It was bad stuff, and it made me sad,” Ghost said softly.

“I know, Ghost,” she replied. “I know the whole story, because I was here. It must have been a shock to hear about everything.”

Ghost nodded, but couldn’t make any words come out.

“I’m glad you know, now. You needed to hear it, even if it was heart breaking. But, now look at you. You’re all grown up, and you and Steve are doing fine, and enjoying what you’re doing with your music. I’m proud of the way you turned out.” She gave him a warm, long hug.

They stayed long enough to have a huge lunch with them. She’d made pork chops and gravy, mashed potatoes, and greens from the garden. She’d even made biscuits…and there was fresh churned butter, strawberry preserves, and a jug of molasses for Ghost to dip his biscuit in. They were all stuffed.

Then, it was time to go. Ghost took pictures of them all, and the house, and the food…and they said their good-byes. The lady took Steve aside and said, “I trust you now. I know you love him, and will watch out for him. Take care of yourself, and take care of Miz Deliverance’s ghost child.” 

Steve nodded, “I will,” he said. She hugged him again, then they were on their way.

As they drove down the road again, Ghost cried his sadness out. He hated good-byes, and this one was one of the most meaningful to him…his first home in the mountains. The place, and people, and experiences that had shaped him, at a very early age, had imprinted their stamp on him. He’d always be of the mountains, no matter where he lived.

~

They decided to keep going west, for awhile. They’d stop when Steve got tired of driving. They wanted to stay in a motel, sometimes along the way, but mostly they were going to use the old tent, and be camping out.

As Ghost looked out the car window, he sang made up songs about whatever caught his attention from one moment to the next. 

“Hey, Steve, when ya gonna show me how to play your guitar?” he asked.

“I did already, remember? You said it was too hard to get your fingers around the neck, and that it hurt.” Steve laughed.

“Oh, yeah, well, maybe I want to try again, when this cast gets off of me,” Ghost said.

“I’ll show ya again, but right now, just keep singing your silly songs, they make me laugh,” Steve said.

Ghost smiled, then continued singing.

As evening was turning the sky a deep purple, they came upon the outskirts of a medium size town they’d never heard of. They found a small camping area they could stay the night at, then went to find someplace to eat. They saw a couple of coffee bars, and regular redneck bars, so stopped in to ask if they needed a couple of musicians for a night.

The first one they entered was hardcore cowboy. It didn’t seem like their kind of crowd. The next one was a mix of musical styles…mostly from the jukebox, but they advertised an open mic night for the next night. That sounded fine to Steve and Ghost, and they planned on coming back.

The coffee bar was okay, anyone could take a turn singing, doing comedy, or reading poetry. It would be a quieter type of show, if they came here. They wanted to try it out, too. 

First, though, they needed to set up their tent. Steve drove them to the far edge of the town, where he’d seen the camping area.

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Next part coming soon! 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 # 60

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Lost Souls? were on stage now, and ready to give their friends a great show.

Before the first song, though, Ghost put his finger to his lips and shushed the crowd. This was unusual, as they always just started the songs. When there was silence, he said, “Hey, y’all…thank you for coming to hear us tonight. This here show is dedicated to everyone who helped to rebuild our house. It was the coolest thing ever, to see all that you did, in so many ways, to help us. We love y’all and Missing Mile, forevermore!” 

The kids all began clapping and whistling, as Steve took over the mic. “Okay, y’all, just  to let ya know, we’ll be on the road awhile after tonight, but we’ll keep in touch with Kinsey, and he’ll keep a map on the wall to track our journey. So, come in and see where all we’ve been, and when we get back here, we’ll sing to ya some more!”

He strummed the intro to their first song, and Ghost began to sing in the same mesmerizing, golden, gravelly voice everyone knew and loved. Steve played loud, and the kids were dancing and singing along. Kinsey could see the open rafters above, shake dust down through the filtered lighting, onto the crowd of sweaty bodies below.

The newly initiated were spellbound at what they were seeing. So this is what everyone had been talking about, they found out. Ghost would raise his voice in a golden shimmer, and then bring everyone back down to the low, gravelly growl with him, then he’d whisper some lyrics while Steve played a softer riff. The crowd was transfixed. On the new songs, Kinsey thought his heart would break, or melt, or burst with love for Ghost and Steve and their love story, as it continued.

As they played the last song, everyone was holding hands and hugging; tears were falling freely. They were swaying along with Lost Souls? with their lighters held up in the air. It was such a great show, no one would forget this night.

~

After the show, Ghost meandered through the crowd, as he received high fives, and congratulations on the show. Steve put his equipment away, then they met up at the bar. Kinsey handed them both a cold beer.

“That was an amazing show, guys,” he said. “What are y’all’s plans, now?”

“You know, Kinsey,” said Ghost, “we’re gonna go travel around.”

Kinsey smiled, “Yeah, I know. When are you leaving, and where’s your first stop?”

Ghost thought a minute. “Well, we’re leaving in the morning. I think we’re going to the mountain to see the people that helped us out, a long time ago. At least some of them did…” and he frowned, remembering a bit of what happened there. “Just for a little while, to say hi…that’s all.”

Steve came up and joined the conversation.

“Where we gonna stop after the mountain, Steve?”

“Not sure, yet…maybe we’ll just throw a dart and see where it lands, then head that way,” Steve said.

“Can I throw the dart, then?” asked Ghost.

“Yeah, sure, that’s as good a way as any. We have a big ‘ol map to throw at.”

“Maybe we can just go to places that have funny names!”

Kinsey and Steve laughed. “Yeah, that’d be cool, too,” Steve said.

After awhile, the party wound down, and Kinsey began to close up the club. He reminded them to give him updates along the way, and he gave them a small present.

“Steve, I got ya this – it’ll help send messages to us back here, and also, if y’all need help.”

He handed Steve a cell phone, and showed him how to use it.

“Kinsey, wow, this is great. We never had a phone, before.” Steve said, as he looked at it.

Kinsey marvelled at how the smallest kindness to Steve and Ghost always brought out their gratitude. A phone most people would consider a necessity, was something they’d never considered ever having. Scraping by as they did, a phone was a luxury way out of these two’s reach. He had a hard time remembering they were now millionaires, and he realized, they never remembered it themselves.

“Now, Steve, I want you to show Ghost how to use this. I know he can’t use the numbers, but make sure you show him how to make a call to 911, or to me, using the letters, okay?”

Steve nodded, and assured Kinsey that he would.

Steve rounded up Ghost, who was writing on the wall again, and they said their good-byes to Kinsey. Kinsey hugged them both, and said, “Guys…please be careful. Take care of each other. I love you both and hate to see ya go, but I’ll see ya when ya get back.” And then they were out the door, headed home to pack for the trip.

On the way home, they talked about how the show went.

“We did good, Ghost,” said Steve. “I think everyone had a good time.”

“Me too, Steve. Everyone was dancing and singing along…and they liked our new ones, too. But, I’m gonna miss everyone.”

“Yeah, but we’ll be back…and we’ll get to meet new people…it’s gonna be great,” Steve said.

“I’m gonna keep a separate journal for our travels, Steve. It’ll say where all we stopped, and who we meet, and where we play our songs, and what we get to eat…” Ghost said, as he thought of his plans.

“That’s a good idea, Ghost…and I have to show you how to use this new phone, too.”

“Is it hard to figure out?”

“Naw, it’s easy,” said Steve. “You’ll get used to it after awhile. Oh, I forgot, I got you a present the other day.”

“For me…a present?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, it’s at the house, and don’t bug me about it…it’s a surprise. I’ll show you when we get home.”

“What is it?” Ghost asked anyway, and grinned.

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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 # 59

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Finally, all the thank-yous and good-byes were said. Ghost and Steve’s house had been fixed up as best it could be with the help of the generous people of Missing Mile.

Then they were alone…just the two of them, and the rebuilt house. It looked almost the same. The covered porch was back, and another porch swing, new paint, new ‘old’ furniture scrounged from attics and thrift stores, and their salvaged things had been cleaned and put away. There was food in the kitchen, and sheets and blankets on the beds. Someone had even painted Ghost’s warding off sign back onto the porch in front of the screen door.

When Ghost looked in his bedroom, there were even glow-in-the-dark stars painted on the ceiling. The walls were freshly painted, but now blank, and a new package of markers was on the table beside the bed. Only one sentence was written on the wall, now. It said, ‘For you, Ghost and Steve, because we love you.’ and had hearts drawn around it. It was signed by everyone who’d worked to make it their home again.

Steve heard Ghost crying, and went to see what was the matter. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, with tears falling through strands of his golden hair, that hung in front of his face.

“Ghost, what is it? Why are you crying?”

Ghost pointed to the wall. “Look what they wrote, Steve. I’m crying because everyone is so nice to us, and they really do love us.”

Steve read the wall, then came to sit by Ghost, on the bed. He hugged him, and let a few of his own tears fall, to join Ghost’s.

“Yeah, I guess they do.”

~

As they got back into a routine, and settled in to the house again, they talked more about taking a long road trip.

“We’ll always come back here. This is our home, Ghost. We can go see other places for a while, then come back here, then go again. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, and maybe we can play some places, too. But, you know what? I want to do another show here before we go, to say thank you to everybody,” said Ghost.

“Okay, we’ll set it up, then,” Steve said.

~

Kinsey was all too happy to have them play at the club, before they left. He knew it would be a big deal for them, and for the rest of the kids, and even the others who’d helped rebuild the house…some who’d never come to see them play before. He began preparing for it, for the next weekend.

Steve and Ghost practiced their songs every day, and even in the nights – some were new ones, some were old favorites.

On the way to the sacred Yew that evening, Steve was thinking of their journey together, so far. He could see how they’d changed since they were kids, and also how they had not. He himself, a punk with an attitude and a cynical chip on his shoulder – mad at a world, that was quickly beating him down to a hard-hearted bastard, that hated everyone and everything.

And Ghost, who was never born, and was this pale lost soul, being bullied and hurt so much already at such a young age, but still had an open, loving heart to everything…and the magic that always surrounded him. That he saw fit to befriend himself, Steve, and share that magic with him…to basically love him and ultimately save him from himself.

Ghost nudged open Steve’s dark side, and poured his golden smile and lightness into him…and his sky blue eyes promised his love, loyalty, and faithfulness…forevermore…forevermore…

He looked over at Ghost, who was hanging his head out the car window, letting the moon shine turn his hair sparkly silver. Steve shook his head and smiled. Ghost was still such a little hippie…tie-dyed t-shirt, baggy old Army jacket, with sewn on patches, raggedy jeans with marker writing on them…happy-go-lucky, no matter what. Then he looked at himself…still trying to be the badass rocker – dressed in black, boots with chains, leather jacket, and dark brooding eyes. How on Earth did the two of them ever get together?

“It was fate, Steve,” Ghost said. “It was always meant to be. I knew you a long, long time ago, in another time and place. We loved each other then, too. And when I saw you, that first day I came here from the mountains, I recognized your soul. But, I didn’t know how to make you see it, too. I’m happy you finally did.” He sighed.

Steve was amazed, as usual, that without even trying, Ghost had heard all his prior thoughts. He pulled up into the parking lot of the club, and took Ghost’s hand, pulling him to himself. “I love you, Ghost. you are my life.” He kissed Ghost tenderly, at first, then fiercely, and didn’t want to stop. But, it was time to put on their show.

Now they were energized, and both knew they’d have all the long night together. It was still a bit early to open the doors to the club, so they went in the back door, saying hi to Kinsey, as they passed by his office. He noticed their flushed appearance, and smiled…they never get enough of each other, he thought.

Steve went up on the stage and began to ready his equipment. It was just the two of them tonight. They had taped music from Terry and R.J., and they would do their own parts live. Of course Ghost always sang live. Ghost was at the writing wall, putting in today’s thoughts. He wrote a long one, thanking everyone for their help, and that he’d miss everyone while they were gone, but that they’d be back before too long.

Ghost thought about the new songs they’d do tonight…what they meant to him and Steve, what the people would think of them…even though, they wouldn’t get the same meaning from the words. Maybe, they would take from them some meaning of their own. They’d both written some parts of each song, and that was mostly how they’d sing them – in turn – on the songs, *”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, and *”Need You Now”. Ghost would sing *”If I Die Young” by himself, just to Steve playing on his acoustic guitar, and of course, as always, the last one would be *”World”.

~

Kinsey opened the door, letting in the crowd that had gathered. Everyone was in a good mood, ready for the songs, and to show Ghost and Steve they loved them, by their presence here this night.

Back stage, Ghost was sipping a mug of hot tea, with lemon and honey, to ease his throat. He’d had Steve put a few tiny braids in his hair, with a blue bird’s feather on the end of one. He wasn’t sure, but it may have been the feather from the blue bird he’d seen at the old gravestone, that day long ago. At any rate, he considered it good luck.

Steve was doing last minute tuning on his guitars. Kinsey poked his head in and said, “Y’all ready? It’s time.” He went out to announce them. Ghost got a shiver of excitement, that ran like electricity through him. As they reached the door, Steve kissed Ghost one more time. Their shared thought was that their shows were to entertain everyone, but mostly it was for themselves…their love and their heartbreak, their hopes and dreams for each other. They knew Kinsey had figured it out, too, and that was fine with them, after all he was like family. Their lives played out on stage – a soundtrack of their journey so far.

As they walked on stage, the crowd of club kids erupted in happy applause. Even the older crowd at the back of the club, were clapping for them. Those who’d never heard their music before, were clapping right along, too, but were a little anxious about what they’d hear tonight. The kids had changed back into their usual club clothes. For this send-off, they were going to go all out.

~

*”Killing Me Softly With His Song”, sung by Roberta Flack, released January 21, 1973, label – Atlantic, Composed by Charles Fox, with lyrics by Norman Gimble in collaboration with Lori Lieberman

*”Need You Now”, sung by Lady Antebellum , from the album “Need You Now”, released August 24, 2009, label – Capitol Nashville, written by Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly, Dave Haywood, and Josh Kear

*”If I Die Young”, sung by The Band Perry, released on self titled album, October 12, 2010, label – Republic Nashville, written by Kimberly Perry

*”Hole in the World”, sung by The Eagles, written by Don Henley, and Glenn Frey, released July 15, 2003, label – The Eagles Recording Company II, on the album “The Very Best Of”

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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 # 58

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At the hospital, Steve went out to tell Kinsey and Terry what the doctor said about Ghost’s hand, and that they could leave them here. He’d let them know when to come get them.

They’d given Ghost pain medication and a sedative, so he was pretty much out of it, almost asleep again. Steve told him what was going on, and Ghost nodded, but was talking gibberish. Steve hugged him, then lay on the small couch, by the hospital bed. He was remembering the time he’d been in this hospital, after his wreck. Well, he got fixed up, and so would Ghost. They’d be back home soon.

The surgery went well the next morning. Ghost came out with a big cast on his hand and wrist; all the bones had been put back together, as much as possible. He was told he would probably have a crooked place or two in his fingers, but mainly, he’d heal pretty quick. His fever and the infection were going away now, and after two days, he was released to go home. Terry and Kinsey both came to get them.

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Kinsey had gotten the extra room ready for them, too, so that’s where the went. But, after a few days, both Steve and Ghost were getting restless. They were eager to start fixing up the house. Kinsey was getting anxious to have everything back to normal, too. He wasn’t used to having house guests, but it would be quite awhile before the house would be ready to live in again.

Steve and Kinsey had hired a guy to remove the big tree that had fallen on the house. Ghost hadn’t been back to the house, yet, so he badgered Steve to take him out there.

“You have to get your car, anyway,” Ghost said.

“I know, and Kinsey said the guys got the tree out today. I’ll get Kinsey to drive us out there in the morning, ok?”

“Yeah, but Steve, how are we gonna fix the house? We never fixed a house before.”

“I don’t know, Ghost, but guess we’ll start by going through everything, and keeping what we can, then…then…well, we’ll figure it out.” He thought about his guitar…it was still out there in his car. He listened as Ghost sang some of their songs; Ghost made his own music. He sang a bit too, not liking how he sounded, though.

Kinsey came in, then, from the club, and Steve told him of their plans for the day.

“Sure, I’ll drive you out there…and I’ve been talking about y’all’s situation to some of the guys in town. Over at the hardware store, they all want to help y’all out…you know, with building supplies. I heard them say they knew some carpenters and roofers, and they’re on board, too, soon as y’all are ready.”

Steve was looking down at the floor, overcome. “I don’t deserve anybody’s help, Kinsey – especially from them. They still hate me, and it’d be awkward.”

“Steve, they offered. I guess they don’t hate you anymore, so I’d let them help, if they want to, or they may get offended.”

Steve thought about it. “Yeah, guess we do need somebody’s help, since me and Ghost don’t know how to do it. But, we’re paying them. We won’t take charity.”

“Fine, Steve, y’all offer, but if they refuse, then drop it, okay?”

“Yeah, I will,” Steve said.

Ghost was quiet during all this, but now said, “I want to do something too, but what?” he pointed to his cast.

Steve jokingly said, “You can be the boss. You can tell everybody what you want done to the house…you own it, after all.”

Ghost smiled. He liked that idea.

~

The next morning they all drove out there. Poking around in the mess was hard work, physically picking up broken and water-logged items, and emotionally, at what all was lost. Anything they could use was set aside. The rest went into garbage bags. By early evening, everyone was tired and ready to go get a cold beer, back in town.

“I didn’t like doing that,” said Ghost. “The house feels sad that it got hurt…that things are different, now.”

Steve figured Ghost was really talking about how he felt. “Well, we’ll repair it, and put other stuff in there.”

“I know, but almost all of my grandmother’s potions got broke. They were probably important. What if I need to take something…what will I do if I can’t find any more? I don’t know how to mix that stuff up.”

“We’ll figure it out, Ghost. Your friend, Miz Caitlin, probably has all of that at her place, anyway.” But, what he really thought to himself, was good riddance. It was creepy old stuff, anyway. Ghost can just take pills, like everyone else.

“I guess so,” said Ghost, “but, it’s not the same.”

~

Back at the Sacred Yew, everyone had a few beers and sandwiches, and turned in early. The next few days were going to be busy. The men were going out there to start the rebuilding, the next day.

As they prepared to leave, the next morning, there was a knocking at the club door. Kinsey opened it, to find quite a few young men and women on his doorstep. They all had on t-shirts and jeans, and were fresh-faced, and eager to tell him something.

Who are these kids, he wondered…then it dawned on him…these are my club kids. He hadn’t recognized them at first, without their black, goth clothes and jewelry, and without their dark lined eyes, and spray painted hair. They looked so different.

One of them held out a large stack of money. “This is to help Ghost and Steve fix their house,” the girl said. “We took up a collection, ’cause we love them, and don’t want them to ever leave. We also have a bunch of stuff gathered up for them…like dishes, and sheets, and a couch, and tables, and an old bed…just lots of stuff…and clothes, too.” She smiled, and then an older boy said they had tools and boards and lots of supplies, to help rebuild the old house. They were there to help, to do all they could to help out their hometown band, Lost Souls?”

Kinsey was speechless. He always knew these Missing Mile kids were truly good kids, no matter how they dressed. “Thank you all so much. Y’all are amazing. We can use all of your help…we’re heading out there now, if you want to follow us,” he finally said.

Ghost and Steve came downstairs to see what was going on. Everyone talked at once, all excited. It was beginning to seem like a big ‘ol party. One by one, the loaded cars left the club, and caravanned out to Burnt Church Road. Kinsey had made sandwiches for an army, and Steve had his guitar along. Convening at the house, everyone got busy doing something.

There were deliveries of boards for walls, roofing materials, flooring, and of course, everything the kids had collected. Steve did whatever was asked of him, from nailing boards, to holding up wall panels. Whenever he wasn’t needed for something, he played his guitar, and Ghost would sing to everyone.

Kinsey was proud of his little community – how they all came together to help someone in need. It took only three days to complete the repairs. Steve tried to pay the workers, but they brushed it off, just saying that they help their own citizens in need, and to just pay it forward someday. Steve was humbled and grateful, and Ghost was so happy and excited, he danced around hugging anyone who’d stand still for it.

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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 # 57

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Steve kept hollering, “Over here, we’re over here,” when he heard Kinsey yelling and looking for them.

He and Ghost kept walking through the woods in that direction, until they could see the graveyard, and then, Kinsey and Terry on the other side. Terry and Kinsey rushed toward them. After seeing them alive, and that Ghost was hurt, the next thing they did notice was their lack of clothes. Steve had forgotten about being embarrassed. He was just happy to have been found.

Kinsey took Ghost from Steve. “Thank God you’re alive. Where did y’all go?”

Steve explained about the cave, and how they’d had to get out of the house after the tree fell on it. “How does it look?”

Kinsey shook his head, “Not good, Steve. It may have to be torn down.”

“No, we’re gonna fix it,” Steve said. 

“Sure, man,” Terry said. “Sure, I’ll help ya.” He looked over at Kinsey and  shrugged. They knew they should just go along with whatever Steve said, for now.

“What happened to Ghost? Did the tree smash his hand? It’s all broken and swollen up,” Terry asked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so…it was such a crazy night. Everything was falling and crashing. We just had to get out of there in a hurry,” Steve said.

“Guess y’all didn’t have time to get dressed, either, huh?”

“Yeah, didn’t have time,” said Steve, in a tone that meant – don’t ask about it again.

All this time, they’d been walking back to the house. “We have to get Ghost to the hospital,” said Kinsey. “He’s got a bad fever, and probably broken bones in his hand.”

“They continued to talk, finally coming to the clearing into the back yard. The house looked bad from this side, too. Terry and Kinsey kept going, supporting Ghost, then noticed Steve wasn’t following behind them any more.

“Hey, Steve, where’d ya go?” Terry hollered.

They looked back to the edge of the woods, and saw Steve on his knees, hands covering his face. He was crying…huge, body shaking sobs. Terry ran back.

“What is it, Steve? What’s the matter? Y’all are okay now, and we’ll help ya get the house fixed.”

But, Steve couldn’t talk, couldn’t explain. It felt like the past two years had just crashed down on him. He’d had to be strong, and keep it together for so long. He’d had to numb his feelings…no one should suspect that macho Steve had actual feelings. But, just now, he’d finally cracked, and the whole of it had been too much to hold back any longer. He thought he’d never stop crying.

“It’s okay, man, it’s okay,” said Terry, not really knowing what else to do.

Kinsey had turned back to see what was going on. He’d sat Ghost down on the ground, but even in his far off place, Ghost could hear Steve’s cries…could feel his anguish and pain for all that had gone before, and his fear of what would come. Even in his own pain, Ghost managed to get up and stagger back to Steve.

“Go…” he said to Kinsey and Terry, as he waved them away.

They backed up some, just watching. Ghost put his arms around Steve then, and talked softly to him. Steve heard, and the crying slowed. Ghost kept talking in soothing tones, telling him to cry it all out, to not worry about what comes next; no matter what, they’d be together and work out their pain. He told him he would never leave him, that he loved him. He kept brushing back Steve’s hair, and wiping the tears away, as fast as they fell…his own joining Steve’s in empathy.

Then, they both rose to their feet, and leaning on each other, made their way toward the old house, and their ‘whatever comes next’.

Terry and Kinsey just stared in awe at the two of them. They were survivors. As they all reached the house, they were overwhelmed at the mess. It would take a lot of time and work to get it back to being livable.

“Y’all can’t stay here…you’re gonna stay at the club. There’s an extra room upstairs by mine. Steve, look around…see if there’s anything you have to have that’s not ruined, then I’m taking Ghost to the hospital.

So, Steve and Terry wandered around the broken house. There was still water soaking everything, their clothes included. Most of their band equipment was still out in the car, so there wasn’t much they’d need from the house right now. Ghost’s Army jacket was soaked, but Steve picked it up anyway. It could be washed; his backpack was lying in a puddle of water. He took that too. It was supposed to be waterproof…his current notebooks and journals were in there…his older ones, he kept in the trunk of the car. That was all for now.

He remembered that in the car was a pile of clothes. They almost never cleaned out the car, and joked about being able to live on what was in there, including snacks, and bottles of water and beer. Steve dug out some clothes for them both. The car was ok, but was blocked from getting out, by all the tree branches. They’d get it later. The four of them got into Kinsey’s car, and drove out to the highway. They were all going to Raleigh, it seemed.

No one said much on the way. Steve and Ghost were exhausted. They both dozed off, there in the back seat. Kinsey had to drive carefully, as the highway was still littered, in the storm’s aftermath. The highway road crews were trying to clear it.

Terry checked to see if they were asleep. They were, so he elbowed Kinsey – he had something to say, and he said it quietly.

“Kinsey, I saw something weird at the house – in Ghost’s bedroom. Did you notice the handcuffs attached to the bed railing?”

Kinsey looked over at Terry and shook his head.

“Yeah, they were locked closed, and kinda smashed up and bent, but still closed. What do ya think of that?”

Kinsey raised his eyebrows, and said, “Hmm, what do you make of it, Terry?”

“Well, what I’m thinking, and I may be way off, is that Ghost was handcuffed to the bed. You know…they might have been messing around with each other…and then the storm came, and they couldn’t get to the key…and Steve had to bash Ghost’s hand to get him loose. That’s what I think.”

Kinsey sighed. “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Guess he had to do whatever he could to save themselves. Damn, these two go through so much shit. Looks like they’d catch a break sometimes…and guess I’m not gonna ask them about it, either.”

“Yeah, me neither,” said Terry.

~

They finally got to the emergency room, and checked in, filling out forms, and explaining their need for Ghost to be seen. The waiting room was pretty full, so they waited. When Ghost was called back, Steve went with him. They took x-rays, and then came the conference with the doctor. Looking at the film, Steve couldn’t tell much, but the doctor pointed out all the broken bones in Ghost’s hand. It was serious…Ghost would have to have surgery, as soon as possible, or he’d lose his hand. Already, the infection from the cuts, was doing damage. After an antibiotic shot, they admitted Ghost to a room…he’d have surgery the next morning.

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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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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 56

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Waiting for the hurricane to pass on by, Steve kept murmuring words of encouragement to Ghost, willing him to be okay and to talk to him.

Ghost took a shuddery breath, but didn’t say anything. He was having a weird feeling in his head, a precursor of something bad going to happen…like he might go into one of his freak out spells…and never come out of it, even if Steve tried his best to drag him back to reality. He was trying hard to prevent this happening, to push his mind in another direction, and he couldn’t talk to Steve right now. It would scare him too much. So, he was silent on the outside, but on the inside, he was fighting the rising panic he could feel he was on the edge of falling into – a dark, dark place he may never come out of. He tried to get a vision of how he and Steve would get out of this mess they were in, but he just couldn’t quite see it. It was covered with a gauzy film, out of focus.

Maybe they wouldn’t make it out of this, not whole, anyway. Maybe a part of each of them would be lost forever…a subtle change in them…that they could never recover from the strangeness…forevermore…forevermore…

He needed to write that word down on his wall…but his wall in the bedroom was gone. It was gone forevermore, too. He cried for all that may be lost.

Steve could tell that Ghost had gone into a weird place…sort of asleep and dreaming, and sort of awake and muttering strange words, and crying. He kept hearing Ghost say forevermore, over and over. He was scared for him. He was scared for himself, but he held onto Ghost tight, and hoped that would help keep Ghost in this world, and not lose him to the other world…the one of Ghost’s visions. That was all he could do right now. He began to think of the old house – practically cut in half by the tree, and full of water…and who knew what else, whenever they next would see it.

Well, we could fix it up, he thought. Put off our road trip, or just forget it and buy a new house. But, he knew Ghost would never go for that. So, to occupy his mind, he made a mental list of things they’d have to do. Then he started talking about the work out loud. Maybe Ghost could hear him, wherever he was right now, and it would ground him to the present.

“Hey,Ghost, guess we’ll have to wait awhile on that trip. Gotta get the old house back together, ya know.” He didn’t know if Ghost heard him, he gave no sign he did, and the wind and rain were just as loud as it was before. But, he knew if Ghost wasn’t totally lost in space and time, he could hear his thoughts, anyway.

Then he laughed at himself. Just awhile ago, he’d wished Ghost couldn’t always read his mind, and now he hoped he could. “I can’t even make up my own mind,” he thought. So, he continued to talk and share his plans out loud, just in case.

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Back in town, the storm was causing problems too, for Kinsey and Terry. They, of course, had known the hurricane was coming, and it was a big one. Still, the water rose just as high into the streets in town. They did use sandbags to prevent some of the water from coming into their businesses, and taped and put plywood up over the windows. Kinsey had his generator running. The power was the first thing to go. He also, had his battery weather radio on, too. He could kind of estimate how long the storm would last. He’d been through them before, so wasn’t overly concerned, even though they’d urged everyone to evacuate.

As the eye passed over, Terry made his way to the Sacred Yew to check on Kinsey. He’d done all he could for the record store. It would either make it or not, but he needed company. He banged on the front door of the club, and finally Kinsey opened it. Terry was glad to see Kinsey had made coffee, and his lights were on, thanks to the generator power. They discussed the storm, and the damage they’d see when it was over. Kinsey related the updates, from the radio. Then, Kinsey wondered how Steve and Ghost were, out at the old house.

“Yeah, that old place is kinda rickety, anyway. It could have blown away,” said Terry.

“Damn, Terry, don’t even think that,” Kinsey said. “Steve and Ghost were probably in there…it’s the middle of the night. I hope they’re ok. I’m going to go check on them as soon as I can.”

“Yeah, guess we better,” said Terry.

Eventually, the storm moved on up the coast, and as morning arrived, the people of Missing Mile came out to see their town. It would take a lot of work for the community to recover, and clean up the streets, repair roofs, and get back to normal. Kinsey went out to check his car, and to see if he could drive it down the road. It didn’t look good. The streets were littered with branches and downed power lines, and someone’s roof was in the street. Some people already had their chain saws out, clearing debris.

His car was blocked in, but didn’t look too bad, and it started up without any trouble. He’d have to wait till the streets were cleared a bit more. The sheriff was out taking stock, and as he walked by the club, Kinsey asked if there was any way to go out and check on Ghost and Steve. The sheriff said as soon as he could get through, he would. So, Kinsey and Terry began cleaning up around their places of business.

Later that afternoon, the sheriff came back by to speak with Kinsey. “Kinsey, one of my deputies went out there…said the house was pretty much demolished. A big tree fell on it, and it’s also flooded really bad. He said he couldn’t get too close, but he didn’t see anybody…or any bodies. He hollered for Steve and Ghost…got no response.”

Kinsey thanked him, and now was even more worried. There had to be some way to get out there.

~

Back at the little cave, Ghost was still in a weird, dazed condition. Steve could feel that he was burning up with fever, again, and his broken hand was swollen, bruised, and bloody. He, himself, had passed out for awhile, too. When he regained consciousness, it was getting dark again. They’d been out here forever, it seemed…a whole day, so far. He was hungry, too, but there was no way he could manage to get himself and Ghost back through all the trees and debris, in the dark. He’d just have to wait until morning.

He had not heard the deputy calling out earlier, and even if he’d been awake, it was too far…over a mile away. He did get up and move around outside the cave, and let Ghost stretch out awhile. They’d been cramped up in there too long already. After the rain, the heat came back. It was oppressive and heavy with moisture. The bugs were feasting on them.

“You nasty bloodsuckers,” Steve said, as he slapped at them on both himself and Ghost. Then he realized they were both naked. They’d not had time to find and put on their clothes that night, during the storm…didn’t even think of it. So now, he hoped when they got back to the house, they’d have clothes…that they didn’t all blow away; and that they still had a house to get back to. He knew if someone did find them out here, he’d be embarrassed to be naked out here in the woods, but at least they were alive.

“Guess I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” he muttered.

He paced around outside the cave, keeping an eye on Ghost. He wasn’t doing very good, he noticed. Still hot with fever, talking nonsense, and shaking, and he’d still not woke up.

~

The next morning, the streets in town had been cleared enough, that Kinsey knew he had to go find Steve and Ghost. He got Terry, and they started down the road. They still had to go slow, dodging branches here and there. Finally, they were at the old house. They just sat a few minutes in the car, staring at the big pine tree lying on top and in the house. The roof was completely split in half, and there was still about two feet of brackish water, standing in the yard, and into the ravaged house. They could see how high the water had been, by the dirty marks on the outside walls of the house. They estimated it being within two feet of the roof.

“My, God, Terry,” said Kinsey. “If they were in there…how could they have come through it alive? I’m scared to look.”

“We have to, Kinsey,” said Terry. “This is worse than I even imagined, but we have to do everything we can for them…dead or alive.”

Kinsey nodded. They walked through the stagnant water, toward the house. With no need to use the door, as it wasn’t there anymore, they went inside…afraid of what they’d find. The inside of the house was as they expected…total chaos. They searched everywhere, and called out for them, and were relieved when they didn’t find them in that mess.

Terry shrugged, “Well, where did they go? Steve’s car is still here…what do we do now?”

“Well, let’s go out back. Maybe they made it to the graveyard,” Kinsey said. They sloshed through the debris filled water, calling out as they went.

~

Steve knew he had to get back to the house as soon as possible. Ghost needed medical treatment, or he might not make it another day. They’d had no food or water, since before the hurricane. He couldn’t even remember how long that had been. His mind was fuzzy about details now, as the whole situation sank in. Lack of food was making him weak. He tried to wake Ghost, and managed to get him on his feet. Ghost was sort of awake, and looked like hell…didn’t seem to know what happened or where he was, but at least he was putting one foot in front of the other, while leaning on Steve. Carefully making their way to the house, as they got closer, Steve thought he heard someone calling for them.

“Hey, Ghost, they’re looking for us. We’re almost home,” he said.

Ghost just stood there, looking confused. Steve hollered back as loud as he could, several times…”We’re here…over here!”

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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 # 55

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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As the flood waters kept rising, Steve was in a frenzy, trying to get over his fright, and get them out of danger from the hurricane. Ghost was screaming something right in his ear, but he could only hear snatches of it, as the wind blew his words away.

“Key! … Steve…get…unlock…find…key!” Ghost was screaming.

“What?” Steve yelled. He had forgotten that Ghost was still handcuffed to the bed rail.”

“Oh, shit! The key…” he finally realized. “What did I do with the key?” He tried to remember. “It was on the table by the bed…” he said, looking around. Trying to see in the darkness, he wiped rain from his eyes, but couldn’t make out where the table was. It was not there now, in it’s usual place. It had turned over, and branches were in it’s place. The whole room was in chaos. Anything that had been on the table, was now lost in the water on the floor.

Ghost kept jerking his arm, trying to get loose. He’d scooted up as far as he could, toward the top of the bed, but it didn’t give him much room to maneuver. The water was now up to the top edge of the bed’s mattress, and things were floating around and around in the room. The key was hopelessly lost.

“Think, think, what can I do?” Steve was screaming in his head. “I have to get Ghost unlocked!” He tried pulling the cuffs open as hard as he could, but that didn’t work. He then tried squishing Ghost’s hand smaller, so it would slip through the opening, but that didn’t work either. It was just too small an opening. Then he had an idea…a horrible idea…if only Ghost’s hand was a tiny bit smaller, there at the widest part, he could make it work.

“Ghost, listen to me,” he hollered in Ghost’s ear. “I have to get you out of here…I have to make your hand fit through, to get you out. The key is lost. I’m gonna have to break the bones in your hand, so I can squeeze it through. It’ll hurt like hell, but I can’t think of anything else…okay…okay?” Steve pleaded.

“No, no, no! Don’t break my hand, Steve!” Ghost was freaking out, now.

Steve grabbed Ghost’s face in his hands and said, “I have to. If I don’t, you’re gonna drown…the water is getting higher. I have to find something to smash with.”

He sloshed off as best he could through the house. The darkness had somehow lightened a little; there was an eerie glow coming from somewhere. He kept stumbling over branches, until he found a hammer…the hammer they’d left in the bathroom, after smashing the hole in the wall. He half walked, half swam back to the bed. The water was now covering the top of the bed. Ghost was sitting there with the water almost up to his chin. His pale eyes glowed in the eerie light, like a mad person had taken over. His mouth was open in a scream, but the only thing Steve heard was the roaring wind.

He hated what he was about to do, but there was no other choices left. He took hold of Ghost’s handcuffed hand and propped it against the iron railing.

“Be still, Ghost,” he yelled, but of course his words went unheard. He brought the hammer up, and then down, as hard as he could onto Ghost’s hand, right where the thumb attached to the bones in his hand…then again. Ghost had fainted, and was now limp, and slipping under the water. Steve squeezed his hand full force, trying to pull it out. He felt bones cracking, but it wouldn’t quite fit through the surrounding cuff. He hammered again and again. He saw Ghost’s face, now under water, his pale hair floating in strands all around.

Pulling him up quickly, Ghost sputtered and coughed, and Steve could hear Ghost talking in his own head…”Leave me here, Steve…just go on…it’s okay.”” Then Ghost fainted again. Steve was horrified. He would never leave Ghost alone to die. He’d die with him, if he had to…he would die without Ghost, anyway.

“No, Ghost. You’re coming with me. We’re gonna get outta here.” He jerked Ghost’s hand hard, one more time, and it was free. Ghost fell back under the water, and Steve flailed his own arms, as he fell backwards, going under, too. He came up and pulled Ghost up, again. In another few seconds it would have been too late. The water was now over the top rail of the bed frame.

Steve grabbed at Ghost and pulled him along, as he navigated over the branches and through chest deep water. He was heading for the back door. The only thing he could think of was to get outside and get to higher ground, if possible. The backyard and the woods sloped upward some, so that’s where he was headed. The wind was still howling…keeping his footing was almost impossible. He fell several times. Tree limbs were criss-crossed every which way, and under water. Ghost had come around somewhat, and was trying to walk with Steve, but with the use of only one hand, and in terrible pain, it still was slow going. At least the water wasn’t quite so deep, as they climbed slightly higher.

Then, the wind stopped. It was completely calm, even though their ears were still ringing. They stopped a minute to catch their breath.

“Ghost, you know these woods better than me…where can we go?This is just the eye of the hurricane. The wind will be back in a few minutes. We have to get somewhere where the trees won’t fall on us.” Steve said. “Ghost, are you hearing me?” he spoke loudly, right in Ghost’s face.

But, Ghost was in such shock, he couldn’t speak, or even focus on Steve. Steve shook him, and yelled, “Snap out of it, Ghost! We have to save ourselves. I need you to help me.”

Ghost finally seemed to notice Steve, and understood what he was saying. He pointed farther on through the woods in the direction they were already headed. “Cave…in the cliffs…up there.”

Then Steve remembered the small pocket in the rocks of the range of cliffs, farther up. He and Ghost used to go up there as kids and hide out. He hadn’t been there in years, but it would probably be high enough, and provide a little shelter…if they could manage to climb up there. They needed to hurry, though, before the wind came back. He helped Ghost to his feet. The water here was only up to their knees, so it was a bit easier to slosh through.

Finally, he saw the cliffs, and the indention of the small cave. The rain was picking up, along with the rising wind, but they did make it there before the worst slammed back full force. They didn’t remember the cave being so small, but then, they were just kids, the last time they were here. It would have to do for now. They both were able to scrunch into the opening. As the wind and rain continued for a couple more hours, they shivered there in their rock shelter…in each other’s arms.

Ghost rested his head on Steve’s chest, and Steve rested his head on top of Ghost’s wet hair; he could smell the always faint odor of molasses, that made up Ghost’s unique chemistry. His own hair dripped around him. Ghost was cradling his smashed hand, and crying silently. Steve could feel his sobs against his chest.

“Ghost,I’m so sorry I had to hurt you. There wasn’t anything else I could do. I would never, ever leave you there. I hope you understand…please, Ghost, I’m so sorry. I should never have chained you up…but, I didn’t know all this would happen. We’ll get you fixed up when this is over, okay? Ghost? Please talk to me.”

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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.

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.