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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 16

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 16

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16th installment

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They really didn’t want to accuse Steve, but the rumors were flying, and they didn’t know how Kinsey would react. They knew he practically considered Steve and Ghost his sons.

“Uh…have you heard the rumors going around today?” one guy started.

“Man, I’ve been out of town all day…just got in a bit ago. Why, what’s going around?” Kinsey was wondering why they were acting strange.

“If there’s something I need to know about, just tell me straight out,” he said.

“Well, here it is then. Ghost had your book, and he wanted us to give it back to you. He said to tell you thanks for being nice to him all these years.”

Kinsey started to say something, but saw the two guys have a look between them. “Dammit, just what is going on?” he demanded.

The guy cleared his throat and simply said in a rush of words…”We found Ghost here on the porch across the street this morning. He’d been brutally beaten. He could hardly stand up, and he was covered in blood. He said Steve did it to him. Then, he said to give you this book, and he was leaving town for good, and Steve’s car would be at the graveyard.

We tried to get him to see a doctor, but he refused. It seemed to me he was in a really bad way, Kinsey. Poor guy, he was crying, and said Steve beat him up and raped him, and that he’d done it before. We said we’d go kill Steve, we were so mad. But, Ghost said no…he wouldn’t remember anything he did, and that he loved Steve, and please don’t hurt him. He said he was going by his grandmother’s grave, then leaving, and don’t try to find him. He said he’s never coming back.”

With that, he stopped talking, afraid of what Kinsey would say. Kinsey was absolutely stunned.

“I’ll kill him myself,” he said in a barely contained voice. Kinsey was livid. He started out the door, before the group could stop him.

“Steve!” he bellowed.

Steve looked up, startled to see Kinsey coming at him, with hate in his eyes. Before he knew it, Kinsey had grabbed hold of Steve’s shirt, yanking him out of the chair.

“You motherfucking son-of-a-bitch…you don’t deserve to live,” Kinsey yelled right up in Steve’s face. He threw Steve down on the floor.

“What the hell are you talking about, Kinsey?” Steve yelled back.

“You better think long and hard about what you did, and pray to God He strikes you down right now,” Kinsey yelled, “because I’m gonna take you out…right here, right now.”

Steve had no idea why Kinsey was acting like a raging bull, but he scrambled out of the way, as Kinsey charged at him. The other guys just barely got hold of Kinsey to restrain him.

“What the hell are you talking about? ” Steve yelled, again.”

“These guys saw Ghost early this morning, and he’d been beaten and raped till he was barely alive. He said you did it to him. He said he was going away forever; said he’d leave your car at the graveyard. That’s what I’m talking about. Now, you want to explain that, or should I just kill you now…either that or prison, maybe both.” Kinsey ranted on.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” Steve mumbled, as Kinsey’s voice seemed to fade into the background. “I’ve got to find Ghost. I don’t remember doing anything to him.” But, he knew Ghost never lied, about anything, ever. If he said it happened, it had happened. He got up off the floor and stumbled to the door. Kinsey’s voice followed him out…

“Don’t you ever, ever come back in here, Steve. I swear I’ll kill you. Don’t try to find Ghost. He deserves better than you.”

Steve fell over his own feet in his hurry to get out of there. His heart was pounding, and his mind was reeling with what Kinsey had said.

“It can’t be true,” Steve chanted over and over, like a prayer, to make it not be true. “Please, don’t let me be too late,” he thought as he ran down the street.

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The graveyard was close to five miles out of town. It had been hours since Ghost was here. As he came to the cold, wrought iron gate, he slowed. Ghost’s grandmother’s grave was toward the back, down a gravelly path, surrounded by vines and ancient trees, dripping with Spanish moss. This was Ghost’s favorite place in the world, he remembered. This is where he would hear the voices of the dead.

This is where Ghost would renew his energy, his very spirit. He seemed to gather strength from the lingering essences of long gone people. It was always kind of spooky, when Ghost would make him come out here with him…especially at night; and it was always shady back in there, even more so after the sun went down…like now.

But, he’d always gone with Ghost, when he asked. Ghost could easily go into a sort of trance, when he saw visions and heard voices here…like he was joining them, absorbing their journeys into himself. He was always there to help pull Ghost back from the edge. He had no doubt Ghost could just as easily leave this world for the other side, another dimension, just as easily as stay here. Sometimes he felt Ghost would rather be there with the spirits.

So, Steve was afraid to go in. He had to, of course, and quickly, but still he hesitated. Scenarios ran through his mind of what he’d find…Ghost would be ok, but mad at him…or he could be laying there in a trance…or…or…oh, God…he could be dead. Steve choked back a sob.

Or, maybe he wouldn’t be there. Maybe he would have been somehow beamed up to heaven, already. How would he know? A nervous laugh escaped his mouth. He took his first cautious steps into the shadowed graveyard.

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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 liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

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

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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 2

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 2

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“Kinsey, I love Ghost, you know I do. I’ve loved him since I first met him, in one way or another. But, damn, it’s so frustrating sometimes to get Ghost to focus on anything! You go somewhere, or maybe not even anywhere, just at home, but, it’s worse when we go somewhere. It doesn’t matter where. Everything is a distraction to him. You go to get what you came for and twenty things will catch his eye on the way, and he’ll have to stop and look at it, or touch it, and tell me a story about it, and make up a song on the spot about it. Over and over it happens. I grab his wrist or shove him from behind to get him to move along, but then he gets pouty about it, drags his feet, then a second later something else grabs his attention and I have to do it all over again. He’s like a damned little kid you have to reprimand and then bribe him with something to get him out of there. Meantime, I’ve forgotten whatever it was I was needing to get. I just want to get out of there.” Steve finally took a much needed breath and looked over at Ghost.

Kinsey could feel the emotion coming from Steve in waves. Fierce love and a need to be Ghost’s protector always. He thought that was all Steve had to say, but then he was stunned again by his next revelation.

“You know,” Steve said quietly, “Ghost has ADD don’t you?”

“What?” Kinsey looked at Steve incredulously.

“Yeah, since he was a little kid.” Steve looked down at the floor. “I don’t think he wants people to know about it, but I sometimes just need to vent about stuff, ya know?”

“Damn,” Kinsey said, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, back in school they evaluated him and contacted his Grandmother about it, but she basically told them to fuck off…that she’d give him some herbs and potions and work her magic and Ghost would be fine. Well, guess it didn’t help him much.”

Kinsey glanced over at Ghost, who was still happily writing on the wall and humming to himself. His mind was reeling with this information. He’d known Miz Deliverance for many years, and had considered her a valued friend. Some folks called her a kook and avoided her, but he’d overlooked her eccentric ways for the most part. She’d never in all those years mentioned a word about her grandson’s problems.

He tried to remember if he’d ever noticed any behavior in Ghost that was ADD related. He couldn’t pinpoint anything. Ghost seemed like every other active and imaginative kid. He always knew Ghost had a gift of empathy, and could sometimes seem psychic, but he wasn’t even sure he believed any of that. Maybe this explained why Ghost always had a hard time in school, along with being bullied by the other kids. He was thinking of something reassuring to say to Steve, who’d been quiet for a bit, when Steve started talking again in a softer tone than before.

“You know, I think that’s probably when the worst started for Ghost,” Steve went on. “When he first came here, the kids all thought he was kinda weird, because of his name and all. They’d tease him about it. They’d make fun of him, didn’t want to include him in any of their groups. When he started bragging about how his Grandmother was gonna cure him with her mountain medicine, it got worse…so much worse.”

Steve put a hand over his eyes at the remembrance of it. “I’m ashamed to admit this, but I went along with the teasing, too…for a while. I wanted to be liked by the kids. Peer pressure I guess you’d call it now. But, back then all I knew was you stay within your group or be outcast. I was already on thin ice as it was, what with my situation at home. Well, you know about all that, anyway.”

Kinsey nodded. He knew of Steve’s family and how they were, He knew Steve must have tried very hard to fit in, and didn’t want to do anything to upset the way things were for him, tenuous as it was.

Steve went on, a faraway look in his eyes as he recounted his and Ghost’s early years. “The kids all now had even more reason to come after Ghost. Not only with their hateful, hurtful words, but real, painful ammuntion. They’d throw stuff at him, like pinecones at first, and rocks, and sometimes garbage. Called him names…white trash, liar, spook…” Steve swallowed hard and was silent for a minute.

Kinsey just waited. He didn’t know if Steve would continue. In a way he hoped this was all to the story. Then Steve squinched his dark eyes closed for a long moment. Kinsey was transfixed looking at Steve’s face. Rough, tough, Steve Finn was on the verge of crying. His bottom lip quivered and his voice shook as he began talking again.

“Steve,” Kinsey said, stopping him. He touched Steve’s shoulder. “Man, you don’t have to go on. I think I understand.”

Steve made a keening sound in his throat and shook his head, trying to get control of his emotions. “I have to, Kinsey, I have to. I have to tell somebody. It’s been eating me alive all these years, all these memories.” He brushed a tear off his cheek and continued. Kinsey was feeling afraid of what else he would hear…then he was horrified.

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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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE (first installment)

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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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Summary:   One is dark.
One is light.
Brought together by evil
and prejudice, they struggle
to make sense of their love and
their place in the world.

                                              TWO SOULS:   INTO THE FIRE

Cast of Characters:

Ghost…………………….21 year old psychic, pale skin, straight, long blond hair, sky blue eyes, thin, about 5’8″. Lead singer of “Lost Souls?”. Modern day hippie. Boyfriend of Steve Finn.

                                           

Steve Finn……………..22 year old rebel, with black, shoulder length, curly hair, 6′ tall, thin, but muscular, dark brown eyes. Guitar player and singer of “Lost Souls?”. Boyfriend of Ghost.

Ms. Deliverance……..Ghost’s Grandmother, deceased. Was an herbalist, some psychic abilities, thought of as a kook or a witch.

Kinsey……………………Owner of the Sacred Yew, Missing Mile, North Carolina’s only club. 65 years old, 6’1″ tall, salt and pepper hair worn in short, low ponytail. Friend and mentor to Steve and Ghost.

Terry………………………40 years old, blond wavy hair below ears, 5’10”, owner of the Whirling Disc” record shop. Never quit being a true hippie. Friend of everyone, has a band called “Gumbo”, drummer for “Lost Souls?” as needed.

R.J………………………….24 years old, brown straight hair, below ears, with bangs. Black frame glasses, shy 5’7″. Bass player for “Lost Souls?” and “Gumbo”. Friend since childhood of Steve, and later Ghost.

Trevor………………………6’2″, thin, long to the waist, straight, ginger hair. Comic book creator and illustrator. Owner of the murder house. Very shy. Boyfriend of Zach. A newcomer to Missing Mile, NC (this character was in the book “Drawing Blood” by Poppy Z. Brite. Same disclaimer applies)

Zach…………………………5’6″, dark, crazy curly hair, nerdy, glasses. Boyfriend of Trevor. Computer hacker. Singer for Terry’s band “Gumbo”. Newcomer to Missing Mile, NC from New Orleans, Louisiana. (this character was in the book “Drawing Blood” by Poppy Z. Brite. Same disclaimer applies)

Christian……………………Very tall, thin pale, mysterious. A vampire from New Orleans. Worked for a while at Kinsey’s club as bartender.

Nothing………………………15 years old, 1/2 human, 1/2 vampire. When born, Christian delivered him, then took him to another state and left him on a couple’s doorstep. They kept him. Dark, shaggy hair, searching for who he really is. Comes to Missing Mile, NC because he likes “Lost Souls?” music, and stalks Ghost.

Zilla, Twig, & Molochai…Vampires who befriend Nothing, Nothing’s father is Zilla.

Maxey…………………………Singer, guitar player of a band in Los Angeles, CA. Tall, dark hair. Falls in love with Ghost, then trys to enslave him.

Miz Caitlin…………………..Herbalist and friend of Ghost and Steve. Longtime friend of Ms. Deliverance.

Man & Woman of the Mountains…..Knew Ghost and his Grandmother years ago.

Ann……………………………..Steve’s former girlfriend, deceased.

Linda…………………………..Steve’s sister

Lisa……………………………..Steve’s sister

Bill……………………………….Lisa’s husband

Stevie……………………………Linda’s son

Mandy…………………………..Linda’s daughter

Melody…………………………..Ghost’s sister

 

It was early afternoon at the Sacred Yew. Ghost and Steve had just finished their sound check and rehearsal for that night’s show. It had gone pretty good, and a big crowd of Club Kids, as they were known, were expected. Whenever Lost Souls? played at the Yew, Kinsey, the owner and bartender of the club, could always count on the kids of the night to show up. Lost Souls? was practically a legend in Missing Mile, North Carolina. This is where Steve and Ghost had first began their band. Just the two of them. Kinsey had known both boys since they were Club Kids themselves, actually even before that. Growing up in Missing Mile, everybody knew everybody and everybody’s business.

Kinsey had been very busy getting his bar ready for the night’s opening. However, he had a problem. He was dangerously low on supplies. He kept a fully stocked bar, including sodas for the minors. He also provided a few foods to snack on, such as sandwiches and homemade soup. But, things had gotten backed up the last few days, and Kinsey hadn’t had time to go shopping for supplies. The nearest grocery was half an hour away. He was pondering how he was going to make it all come together in just a few hours, when he had an idea. He mentally, slapped his forehead. Why hadn’t he thought of it before. There were two perfectly fine young men with a car right in front of him, Steve and Ghost.

They’d always been happy to lend a hand around the place. They always felt grateful to Kinsey for giving them a place to learn the ropes and practice their music.

“Hmm,” he thought, “I’m gonna ask Steve and Ghost to run over to the grocery for me.”

At the moment, Steve was just hanging out by the pool table, knocking balls around, and Ghost was sitting on the floor by the stage, writing on the wall again with his markers. Damned if he knew why he let Ghost deface his bar like that, but it was kind of cool, in it’s own way. The kids had all taken to it and added their musings to the wall, too, and called it their own. But, it was Ghost who’d started it all, late one night when he and Steve were just starting out. They were both really too young to even be in a bar, but Ghost had thought of some new lyrics for a song they were working on and couldn’t find a piece of paper handy.

He always had a couple of markers stuck in his jacket pockets, so he pulled them out – sky blue and red, and wrote the words to the song on the blank wall so he wouldn’t forget. After that, it just became a habit of his. Everyone else loved reading whatever he wrote next. Usually, it was the first thing the kids did when they got there…read the wall. Ghost wrote on it every day, something new, something bizarre, an interesting word or two, lyrics…a sort of journal entry on his day. It was pretty amazing, actually. Over the years the wall was pretty much covered. He had started a second wall awhile back, and this was the one he was working on now.

“Well,” Kinsey thought to himself, “it encourages the kids to read at least. That’s beginning to be a lost art these days, what with texting, abbreviated letters for words and such.”

He shook his head, “Enough wool gathering,” he said, “back to the business at hand.”

“Hey, Steve, c’mere a minute,” Kinsey hollered over toward the game room.

Steve took one last shot at the table and ambled over to the bar. He was wearing his usual get up…black leather jacket and tight jeans. His dark hair ruffled out in crazy whorls and spikes, untameable.

Kinsey had known Steve since he was a little kid. He’d had a pretty rotten childhood, but he’d managed to turn out all right. A seemingly dangerous heartbreaker on the outside, but full of angst and emotion he barely kept hidden on the inside…a good guy at heart.

“Hey, Kinsey, what’s up?” Steve asked, as he neared the bar.

“I need a favor from you and Ghost. Think y’all are up for the challenge?”

“Uhh…sure, Kinsey, guess so. What ‘cha need?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m really low on supplies for tonight and I’d like for you and Ghost to go over to the big grocery and pick up some things. I’d do it myself, but I’m swamped here. What do ya say?”

Steve was about to quickly agree to the task, then looked over at Ghost and heaved a sigh. “You want me and Ghost to go shopping for ya?” He looked a little hesitant at the thought.

“Yeah, Steve, ya got a problem with that? If so, never mind, just thought if y’all had some free time this afternoon…”, Kinsey’s voice faded off, but he gave a look that said in essence – you know you kinda owe me, and I know you’re gonna do it.

Steve sighed again and nodded assent. “Ok, but when exactly do you need the stuff, Kinsey, ’cause if we leave now, it’ll be hours till we get back, and we still gotta get ready for tonight.”

“Jesus, Steve, how long do you think it takes to get a few supplies… thirty minutes up there, thirty minutes back, and maybe an hour in the store. But probably not that long with the way you drive,” Kinsey said.

“Ok, ok,” Steve threw up his hands in mock defeat. “But, really, don’t expect us back any time soon, ok?”

“And why the hell not, Steve? What excuse would you have for taking all day for a simple errand, huh?”

Kinsey was getting exasperated at Steve’s reluctance now. Maybe he should have never brought it up, but Steve asked him a question then, and Kinsey struggled for an empathetic reply.

“Have you ever been shopping with Ghost, Kinsey? Have you?” Steve implored.

Kinsey took a second to respond, wondering what exactly Steve was getting at. “No, can’t say that I have, why?”

Steve rolled his eyes. He then started in on a long monologue, while Kinsey just listened, sort of dumbfounded at the rush of words coming at him from Steve. At first he thought to interrupt him, after all he was in a hurry for his supplies, but couldn’t get a word in. Despite himself, he got interested in hearing all about how Steve and Ghost did their shopping. It was a completely new look at the dynamics of those two that he’d never taken the time to see before, and Steve seemed so eager to talk to someone about his feelings on the subject.

Kinsey almost laughed at the earnestness of this Steve he thought he knew, but evidently didn’t, and all because of the word, shopping, that brought it all forth. He caught himself in time, though, and swallowed his almost formed laugh. He was being bombarded by fact after fact, incidents of pain, caring, and frustration, and yes…love. It went on and on. Kinsey was helpless to stop the words…didn’t want to  now anyway.

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