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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 5

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 5

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(Fifth Installment)

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They walked over to the bar where Kinsey was pretending to work. Ghost then did something totally unexpected. He broke free from Steve, came to Kinsey and said softly…

“I know Steve told you everything. It’s ok. I’m glad you know. You’ve been here for both of us all this time and, and…thank you.”

Coming closer, he brushed a feather light kiss on Kinsey’s lips and smiled as he looked up at Kinsey through strands of blond hair. Kinsey was astonished at all he’d witnessed, and at the crazy emotions that had been brought out that afternoon.

He cleared his throat and said huskily, “Aw, Ghost, you know I love you guys. I’ll have your back any time.”

Ghost grinned mischievously and said in a happy voice, “Kin I buy somethin’ for me at the store?”

This made Steve and Kinsey both laugh, as the tension was broken and things felt normal again.

“Sure, Ghost, you and Steve can get something for yourselves, just try to hurry back,” said Kinsey, as he handed Steve his credit card and the list of things he needed.

Steve pushed Ghost out the door toward the car, while looking back, rolling his eyes and crossing his fingers. Kinsey shrugged and mouthed the word, “Hurry!”

Steve slid into the driver’s seat and started the old T-Bird. “Hope we have enough gas,” he thought. Ghost was already humming a song and hanging his head out the window.

“You remember what songs we’re doing tonight?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I think so, but you can remind me if I forget,” said Ghost.

They rode in silence for awhile on the long drive to Raleigh. Steve was tired already, and he wondered if Ghost was feeling well enough to sing for two hours tonight. “Maybe we should just cancel the gig,” he was thinking.

“We can’t do that. I’ll be fine and you won’t be tired when you start playing,” Ghost muttered. “Besides, Kinsey is counting on us, and the kids are excited to see us.”

Steve looked over at Ghost and knew he’d just had his mind read again. Such a weird feeling to know that Ghost could do that…even when he sometimes had thoughts he’d rather Ghost not hear.

As they arrived at the store, Steve lectured Ghost about not getting distracted, and that they needed to hurry. Of course Ghost agreed, but knew it was impossible. So did Steve. As they entered the store, Steve headed for the shopping carts, while Ghost stood transfixed by the array of goods, colors, and lights. The smell of fresh baked cinnamon rolls from the bakery department bombarded his senses. He knew he wanted to obey Steve and not get distracted, but he was helpless not to notice things like this. He couldn’t even take a step forward, because he knew for a fact he would be off and running from one display to another.

So, he just closed his eyes and tried to ignore his ADD. At least he tried. He held out his arms in front of him, hoping Steve would notice his effort and come lead him around like a blind person. He could feel other customers passing by him and staring.

He could hear their thoughts and whispered comments, “Damn hippie”, “I think he’s blind”, “Who let that weirdo in here?”,”Somebody should call the manager.” But Ghost didn’t care if he was attracting attention.

He hoped Steve would come rescue him soon. Steve thought Ghost was following him into the store’s aisles, so when he looked around and didn’t see him, he growled under his breath, “Shit, here we go.” Then he got worried. Ghost could be anywhere. He started backtracking to the front of the store again.

“What the hell?” he said when he saw Ghost standing there still, with his eyes closed and his arms stretched out in front of him. “Why me?” he thought. “I’ve gotta go over there and get him,” he sighed.

People were still milling around making wisecracks, and Steve could see a manager type heading in their direction.He walked over as quickly as he could, head down, hoping to not cause any more of a scene. As he reached Ghost, he grabbed his wrist and jerked him toward him. Ghost squeaked in surprise.

“Get over here right now. You look like a damn zombie. What the hell are you doing?” Steve pulled Ghost along with him.

“I was trying to not get distracted like you asked. It worked so far.” Ghost seemed proud of himself. 

Steve rolled his eyes and put Ghost’s hands on the cart handle. “Now just hold on to this and follow me. Don’t let go. Can you do that, huh?” Steve asked.

Ghost nodded and whispered, “Yeah.”

The rest of the shopping went on with any major incidents. They packed up the T-Bird, then walked down the sidewalk to a fast food place. On the way, Ghost wondered aloud what they could get for themselves.

“Hey, Steve, what’cha gonna get?” Steve shrugged as Ghost went on about possibilities. “We could get a video game, or new clothes, or I could get some new markers. Mine are almost empty…oh, hey Steve, we could get a tattoo! We could get the same one that says Lost Souls? How ’bout that?” His eyes were shining with the thought, even though he wasn’t sure he’d even be brave enough to go through with it. He’d never seriously considered it before. Steve just gave him a look that dismissed the idea.

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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.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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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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