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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 66

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 66

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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After Ghost sat up screaming about graves everywhere, he  finally fell back down on the bed, continuing to sleep, although his eyelids kept twitching in dreams. Steve did manage to get a short nap, after that.

The next time he awoke, he heard Ghost in the bathroom, getting ready for their show. He drowsed in the half-awake state a little longer, until Ghost came and shook him all the way awake.

“Your turn, Steve. Go get ready, we have to be there in a little bit, I think. It feels like it, anyway.”

Steve looked at his watch, “Yep, you felt right, it’s time to get on over there.”

He noticed Ghost looked paler than usual, and his hands were trembling slightly. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, guess so.”

Steve could tell he was still in some pain, but knew he wouldn’t admit it yet…would plow on through their commitment, and suffer the consequences later. So, he didn’t push it…but, he’d keep an eye out anyway. He may have to cut short their show, if he saw the signs of Ghost loosing it. If he started staring at nothing, kind of in a daze, or started forgetting lyrics, it would be time to call it a night.

Ghost told Steve he’d done a good job on the car, but didn’t talk much after that, even when Steve tried to crack a joke or two.

“I have something to tell ya, later,” Ghost finally said.

“Well, I have something to tell you, too,” said Steve.

Ghost smiled at him with his silly, broken tooth grin. Steve was happy to see it.

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The coffee shop was just a small hole-in-the-wall establishment…a tiny platform for performers, and a couple of couches and easy chairs, and about a dozen tables. The place smelled delicious, though…rich dark brews and yeasty baked goods. The two baristas were kept busy behind the counter, serving up lattes and mochas and half this and that – Steve could never remember what they were called, all those fancy coffee drinks. Just give him a regular cup of joe, scalding hot, and he was happy.

So, after hearing some other acts, it was their turn to take the stage. After checking the microphone, and fine tuning his guitar, they were ready. It was going to be a simple set tonight. The crowd was filling up the tables, but it was a pretty small area, so it looked full, even with only 50-75 people in the whole place, including themselves.

Most looked to be twenty or thirty somethings in age, a few teens…some were doing homework or surfing the internet on their laptops, but all were attentive to what he and Ghost were doing – waiting to be entertained with some music.  Steve didn’t see anyone who looked like a trouble-maker.

And so, it was time. Steve began their first song…an old love song by Extreme, *”More Than Words”. Steve sang this to Ghost all the time at home. They both loved it, but Ghost would sing it tonight, with Steve coming in on the chorus. They got a nice round of applause, afterwards.

They began their next one, *”Killing Me Softly”. This one they took turns singing the verses. It meant a lot to the both of them. The story of their love, more or less, set to beautiful notes of music.

They continued with a few more tunes, then closed with “*World”. This was one of the best feeling shows they’d done in a long time. The audience was appreciative and welcoming, no hecklers, and the lighting was soft. The people were right up next to them, sort of like playing for friends in their living room – a very intimate setting. Steve was thinking maybe they should do more of these, rather than loud bars. He’d mention it to Ghost, later.

So far, Ghost had held it together. This place was relaxing, not stressful at all. After their set was over, people said what a good time they had, and thanked them politely for playing. They were given cups of coffee and their pay, and were soon back at the motel.

“What’d ya think, Ghost?” Steve asked. “I really enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did too, Steve. I thought I’d flake out, but it was nice.”

“Maybe we should just do coffee houses out on the road. I wouldn’t mind that kind of atmosphere; I’m tired of loud bars.” Steve mused.

“Let’s do that, then,” Ghost agreed. “Oh, what were you gonna tell me?”

Steve thought for a minute, “Oh, yeah, kinda just what we were saying. We should just take it slow, and don’t get in any rush. We could just play places like tonight, or maybe not play at all for awhile. Just travel around, do the sightseeing thing…whatever we feel like doing.”

“That sounds good, Steve,” said Ghost, who was lying on the bed, with his arm over his eyes to shield them from the overhead light. “I think all the loud bars, and lights, and stuff, are getting to me. My head still hurts, too.”

“I think it’d be good to ease off awhile, maybe plan where we’re going to go, instead of just driving around.” said Steve.  “Oh, what was your dream about? You said you had something to tell me, too.”

“Uh, it was about graves.”

“I heard you yelling about it,” said Steve.

“I was…when? When I was asleep?”

“Yeah, you sat right up and started hollering about graves being everywhere.”

“Oh, that was it. I remember, now. I didn’t know I was talking in my sleep…”

“You weren’t talking, you were yelling really loud.”

Ghost sighed, “Well what I was dreaming was how many graves there are…all around us. We’re sorta surrounded by them…every city, town..there’s a cemetery…big ones, little ones, and sometimes just abandonded ones on the side of the road – no town left at all…just the dead in their graves.”

“Abandoned,” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” said Ghost, “abandonded, abandondead, dead people.” He looked at Steve and grinned. He knew he’d just creeped Steve out.

“Ookay,” said Steve. “That’s a new one on me. I never thought of it like that before.”

“Yeah, and what I was thinking…” Ghost continued, “was that like you said, instead of just driving around with no plan, we could visit lots of graveyards!”

“Whaat???” Steve looked at Ghost in horror!

“Yeah, and …and…I can take pictures of the old crosses, and angels, and tombstones. And, we could write about where we found them, and who knows, maybe we can make a book out of it. We could call it ‘Our Adventures in the Graveyards’, or…or…’Traveling With Ghost and Steve to the Haunted Past’, or.., hey, we could find some real haunted houses. I could talk to some ghosts, haha, that’d be so cool, wouldn’t it?”

Ghost was getting excited about this, Steve could tell. More excited than he’d been about anything in awhile. The idea was pretty good, but he didn’t know if he could handle all the spook talk, himself.

“What if I’m too scared to do that, Ghost?

“What’d’ya mean, Steve? We go to the graveyards back home, and you’re not scared. What’s the difference?”

“Uh…those ones are like family to us. We’ve known those dead people a long time. These new ones are strangers…they might not like us snooping around them taking their picture.”

Ghost couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Listen to yourself, Steve! Oh, my God…so funny. I didn’t think you even believed in spooks, and now you’re thinking they’re gonna come get’cha if we take their picture!” he laughed even harder.

Steve tried to act like he didn’t care about spooks, one way or another, and his speech was kinda dumb, and he started laughing, too.

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*More Than Words” by Extreme, written by Nuno Bettencourt, Gary Cherone, released March 23, 1991, label – A & E.

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

*Hole in the World”, by The Eagles, written by Don Henley, Glenn Frey, released July 15, 2003, label – The Eagles Recording Company II

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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 # 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.

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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 # 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.

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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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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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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.”

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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.

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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”.

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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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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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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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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 # 54

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Steve and Ghost woke late, almost noon, to rain falling, but it didn’t cool anything off, as the day was so humid already. The old house had a few leaks in the roof, only showing where they were when it rained enough. They put pans under the leaks, and figured someday they should patch them up. Hoping to catch a breeze, they sat in the swing, out on the big covered porch, having their coffee. They were at loose ends, this day…just taking it easy around the house…too wet to go anywhere.

As they worked on some songs, Steve asked, “Hey, how’s your throat today?” After just getting over his strep throat, and then singing for hours, the night before, Ghost sounded a little hoarse.

“It’s okay, I guess, but I need to be quiet for awhile.”

Steve nodded, then told Ghost that lately, he’d seen him wandering around in the night, doing weird things; things like going in and out the front and back doors, talking to himself, or to spooks…just odd things. Ghost had no recollection of doing any of that.

“I think you’re sleepwalking,” said Steve. “I’m afraid you’re gonna go out the door and get lost or something.”

“What if I did, Steve? Would you come find me?”

“Guess I would, but I think maybe I should tie ya down to the bed, or handcuff ya, so ya don’t go wandering off, heh, heh.” Steve said, as he winked.

“Mmm-hmm,”Ghost said, raising his eyebrows, as he gave Steve a look. “You’re sick, man,” he said, not totally serious.

“Yeah, but you’d get off on it, Ghost. I think we should try it tonight.”

Ghost sighed. “Whatever…” He smiled, then went back to writing in his journal.

After awhile the breeze kept blowing a little more, splashing raindrops onto them, so they moved back inside.

Steve couldn’t stop thinking about their earlier discussion. Would Ghost really let him handcuff him to the bed? His mind was going into possibilities, then he remembered…he did have some cuffs. They were a gag gift from Terry, a long time ago, but they were real ones. Now, if he could just find them. He got up and rummaged around in his bedroom. “Ah-hah!” he said, as he pulled them from a box of junk in his closet

“Hey, Ghost, look what I found,” he said, as he came back into the living room. He dangled them in front of Ghost.

“Sheesh, Steve, are you serious?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, I’m serious. Don’t want you to get lost in the woods,” Steve said. “I think we should really try them out tonight.”

“You got a key for those things?”

“Uh-huh, sure I do,” Steve said. He ran back to the box and searched, until he did find the key.

“See, here it is,” he showed Ghost.

“Fine, Steve…you wanna play around, then I guess I’ll go along.” Ghost smiled, thinking it might be fun after all; and besides, he really didn’t want to get lost in the woods.

They went back to whatever they could find to do…changing the pans under the leaks, and discussing where they should go on their road trip. Deciding to just head to the west, they’d get some gigs at local clubs they found, in the towns they passed through. They were in no hurry to get anywhere…just wanted to travel around until they got tired of it, and then they’d head back home.

They looked outside a few times; the rain and wind was coming in more frequent bursts, now.

“Is this gonna be a hurricane, Steve?” asked Ghost.

“Could be, I guess, but we’ve been through lots of hurricanes before. No big deal, probably,” Steve said, even though he was getting a little worried about it. He turned on the TV but got only static. They didn’t have cable, way out here on Burnt Church Road, so it wasn’t unusual to get bad reception. The radio was the same way.

Nightfall seemed to come early. The sun hadn’t been out all day, and the gloomy darkness closed in on the old house in the woods. They could hear the wind blowing through the cracks around the windows and doors…a mournful whistling, that gave them the shivers.

Ghost yawned and stretched, saying he was going to bed and get under the blankets to get warm. The air had finally cooled off. Steve followed him into the bed. They kissed and cuddled each other, absorbing warmth from their bodies. It didn’t take long to give each other the pleasure they both craved.

Steve reached over and brought up the handcuffs. “Ready?” he asked.

At this point, Ghost was ready for anything Steve suggested. Moaning a little, he nodded assent. Steve took Ghost’s left wrist and snapped the cuff closed, then raised Ghost’s arm and snapped the other side of the cuff to the old iron bedstead’s top frame. The final click served to make them both hyper aware of what they were doing…and neither wanted to stop. Afterwards, they were totally relaxed, and fell asleep, their arms and legs entwined…and Ghost’s arm was still handcuffed to the rail.

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In the deep of night sleep, they were awakened by loud crashes. It sounded like the end of the world to them, there in the dark, with wind howling through the house. Ghost’s bedroom was being torn apart. Tree branches were whipping them both, while cold, wind driven rain stung their naked bodies. The big pine tree in their front yard had fallen, crashing into the roof, smashing the walls to the bedroom, and just missing them, there on the bed.

Being that Missing Mile was barely above sea level, the rising flood water from the Atlantic was coming in the house in waves, and rising fast. Ghost and Steve screamed, and clung to each other, but couldn’t hear anything but the roaring of the wind. Steve knew they had to go somewhere besides the house; it would be bad if the house did come down on them. He didn’t know where to go, though.

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Next part coming soon!

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

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

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

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

 

 

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 53

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After all had calmed down from the attempted kidnapping of Ghost, and the arrest of Maxy, Kinsey had had enough. Steve continued to pack up their equipment, as Kinsey kept talking.

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“I’m closing the club for awhile,” said Kinsey. I’m taking a much needed break, a long vacation. Don’t know if, or when, I’ll open up again.”

“Aw, Kinsey, you’ll be back. Get rested…then you won’t be able to stay away. Please don’t go away forever,” Steve said.

“Well, we’ll see,” Kinsey said, smiling back at Steve. “What are your plans, now?”

“I think me and Ghost are gonna take a road trip, too. Maybe play a few bars and clubs…whatever we find along the way, you know, check out the rest of the world beyond Missing Mile.”

“Oh, you never told me about the new car…” Kinsey mentioned.

“Well, that’s a weird story, Kinsey. We found out miz Deliverance left more than just the house to Ghost. She left him a bunch of money over in the bank, in Raleigh…so, we checked it out.”

“And…” Kinsey asked.

“And…we’ll be okay,” Steve grinned. “Well, better than okay. She included me in her wishes, and…well, me and Ghost…well…it’s more than we’ll ever, ever have time to spend in our whole lives.”

Kinsey raised his eyebrows.

“Kinsey, don’t tell anyone else, we trust you…so, I guess Ghost don’t care if I tell you…she left us two million dollars. I don’t know how it happened, but there it all was, in cash, in a bank vault…just waiting for us.”

Kinsey was flabbergasted. His old friend had stashed away that much? “My, God, Steve…I don’t even know what to say.”

“Yeah, we can hardly believe it either. So we got the car and paid in full with some of that money. She told me to manage it for Ghost…you know, ’cause he don’t know anything about money…so, that’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll look after Ghost as best as I can. I know we have our problems sometimes, but…you know I love Ghost…I love him so much, Kinsey. My heart is so full of emotion every time I look at him. He’s my very soul, and if anything ever happened to him…well, I wouldn’t even exist either.” He brushed a hand over his face to wipe the tears away.

“I know, Steve, I can see it between the both of you. Not many people would understand, but I’ve known you both so many years…well, there’s no denying it…y’all were meant to be together, yeah, forever. So, I’ll be away, and y’all will be away…guess someday we’ll make it back here.”

“Of course, Kinsey, this is home. We’ll never leave it behind. It’s a part of us all.”

Kinsey nodded. “Hey, where is Ghost, anyway?”

They looked around the club, but didn’t see him. Then, looking outside, they saw Ghost sitting up on the hood of the new car, leaning back on the windshield. He was staring up into the dark, midnight sky, filled with thousands of sparkly stars. They could hear him talking softly to all the unseen spirits that always surrounded him.

Steve and Kinsey smiled.  “That’s our Ghost,” Steve said. “Hey, what ‘cha lookin’ at?” he asked, as he climbed up to lean back with Ghost.

Kinsey shook his head at the two of them, as he went back inside the club.

“Stars,” said Ghost.

“Who ya talkin’ to?” 

Steve was hoping for more than a one word answer, but Ghost just replied, “Stars.”

“Hmm,” began Steve, but then Ghost started talking about mystical things. Steve knew that once Ghost got going, he’d hear all kinds of crazy things from his weird and wonderful friend. He loved it…Ghost stories, he called them. Sometimes they were just made up stuff, and some were dreams Ghost had had, and some were like landmarks to look for in the future. He’d get a feeling of deja-vu, and then remember…oh, yeah, Ghost said this would happen, and here it is, just like he said. So weird…

“So, you know what, Steve?” Ghost asked. “These stars here that we’re lookin’ at…these ones are the same ones the other side of the world are seeing. How can that be?”

Steve knew he didn’t have to answer.

“And, these stars – well, some aren’t there anymore – they burned out already, but their light is just now getting in our eyes. That’s too sad. Poor little stars. That’s why we have to look at them now, so…so…well…so they won’t be alone in the night of their last little star-shine. We’re here to keep them company, and that’s who I was talking to…to say to them ‘I loved seeing your light, you made me happy tonight, it was such a pretty sight, I wished upon your light, that we would never fight, and the ocean will catch you when you fall, and be like diamonds in the deep, so guess I shouldn’t weep, maybe I’ll see you again someday’.”

By then, Ghost was singing the words to a haunting melody he’d made up on the spot. That was his genius lyrical mind at work…spontaneous and magical. Steve was fascinated.

“I love you, Ghost,” Steve said simply.

“I know,” Ghost said dreamily, “thank you for loving me, Steve.

Steve smiled. It was time for them to go home. He’d tell Ghost of his plans for a road trip, later.

And, so they left for home, that late night, never knowing what the future would bring for sure, but knowing they would be there to face it together. They didn’t notice that Ghost’s stars were slowly fading behind a thick mist of clouds. They both tumbled into bed, and were fast asleep, by the time the warnings were posted.

During the night, the tropical storm that had been pounding the Caribbean Islands, had developed into a hurricane, and was gathering strength. As morning dawned, it was moving into the Atlantic, and was aiming at the Georgia and Carolina’s coastal region. Outer bands of rain gusted on the wind, driving the sea spray in front of it.

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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 # 52

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The next morning Steve woke first, expecting Ghost to have already made coffee, but Ghost was still in bed. Steve went ahead and made it, and had some cereal. Still, Ghost wasn’t up, so he went to check on him, even if he figured Ghost was still mad at him. Opening the bedroom door, he saw Ghost in bed, but something didn’t feel right. Ghost was breathing funny. Going over to him, he brushed Ghost’s hair off his face.

“Ghost, wake up. You’re burning up.” He shook him several times, before he got a response. “You’ve got a fever, Ghost!”

Ghost was shivering and could hardly croak out a word. He just pointed to the back room, wanting Steve to get him some weird concoction, but Steve wouldn’t, this time.

“No way, man, this looks serious. You’re going to see a real doctor for once.”

Ghost was too sick to protest much, so Steve helped him out to the new car. “Thank goodness we have a car now,” Steve thought, as he sped toward Raleigh, and the nearest hospital.

It was weird going through the sign in process; it took forever, but finally they saw the doctor. He told them it was strep throat, and he gave Ghost a shot and some medicine to take home.

At the house, Steve settled Ghost into the bed, so he could tend to him. He was a little worried about doing a show on the weekend, but Ghost recovered pretty fast, and they had a day to practice their set. Nothing else was said about the confrontation that had gone down before.

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Kinsey, hadn’t had much time to advertise that Lost Souls? were going to perform, but word got out, and the club filled up fast on that Saturday night. Steve and Ghost had come in early to set up, getting everything working on stage, and Kinsey was glad to see they were getting along. He knew from past experience, that they would be a well oiled, magic machine on stage, no matter their quarrels.

Having worked out some new songs, they planned them for the cornerstones of their set list, and had some of their old favorites to fill in the middle. As usual, Kinsey could sense the connecting thread of the song choices and lyrics, that told of Steve and Ghost’s journey together. Again, he was brought to tears, by the way they presented themselves on stage, to the crowd, and to each other.

They began with a new one, *”If I Die Young”, then a couple of old ones. Next was another new one, *”The First Cut is the Deepest”. Kinsey was a little confused at the lyrics of the new ones, though. He knew they held some meaning for the guys, but he did not know their whole story. All he knew, was these new songs were sad, and then again, hopeful. They flowed in a sort of story telling time line, just like Lost Souls? songs always did.

The club kids were digging it, no matter what they meant..they all had different experiences that were reflected in Ghost’s songs…it must be a universal mind set, he guessed. Then, they changed it up a bit. Steve hardly ever sang a song by himself; he usually just came in on the chorus, but for some reason, this was different.

No explanation was given…they just continued. Steve had written the next song, and wanted to sing it to Ghost…and even in his off key voice, it was amazing. He called it *”Truly, Madly, Deeply”, and he sang it with such emotion, it didn’t matter if his voice was out of tune, and broke up in parts. Ghost just stood there, looking into Steve’s eyes the whole time, tears flowing freely. The crowd was hushed, just mesmerized by Steve baring his soul in a love song to Ghost.

There were a few minutes of silence after that one, then Steve started playing an upbeat tune to get things going again. Their next two new ones, *”Always”, and *”Stuck With You”, were still telling a timeline story of their life, going from pain and heartbreak, to having come through it all, and now are happy to be together again. These got the crowd smiling and dancing.The last new one was *”Home”, which was where it should be in the lineup. As usual, they ended the show with *”World”, the sad, yet uplifting song that gave hope to all who heard it. The kids sang along with the familiar words that meant so much to them all. Then it was done.

The guys were mobbed by the fans, who congratulated them, and welcomed them back. But, there was one stranger in the back of the club, that was not happy…not at all. As Steve and Ghost made their way backstage to cool off and pack up, the stranger followed. When he saw his chance, he took it. As Ghost walked down the hallway, he heard someone call out to him. He turned, coming face to face with Maxy.

“Maxy, what are you doing here?” Ghost asked. He had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good.

“I missed you, Ghost…you ran out on me, remember? That pissed me off. Now, I’m here to drag you back where you belong, you little bitch…” Maxy said, grabbing Ghost, actually trying to drag him away.

Ghost screamed and yelled for Steve, kicking Maxy, but Maxy was bigger and stronger, and took a tighter grip, yanking Ghost around by his hair. Steve had not heard Ghost cry out, over the crowd noise, and the jukebox, which was now blasting out music, but some of the kids noticed Ghost being practically kidnapped. They burst into the dressing room, telling Steve to come quick…Ghost needed him.

As he ran out of the dressing room, he saw the tall stranger trying to manhandle Ghost out the door. In a split second, Steve realized this must be Maxy, and he was going to kill him with his bare hands, if he had to. He ran full out, as the crowd parted, jumped on Maxy, knocking him down. He hit him as hard as he could. Ghost was able to scramble away. The crowd, seeing what was happening, charged in to help Steve. Ghost grabbed a beer bottle, whacking Maxy on the head a couple of times, before it even slowed him down.

Maxy didn’t count on all the kids there, jumping on him, or their loyalty to Steve and Ghost, in this little backwoods town. Kinsey called the sheriff, who finally got there, and broke up the brawl. He hauled Maxy off to jail for attempted kidnapping.

The club was a mess of overturned tables and spilled drinks. Kinsey yelled for everyone to clear out, deciding then and there he needed a long vacation. He went to the back room, where he found Steve and Ghost gathering their equipment.

“You guys, okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Steve answered, and Ghost just nodded.

“Was that the guy you were involved with out in L.A., Ghost?”

Ghost looked down through his hair, saying softly, “Yeah…he shouldn’t have come here.”

“Damn straight, he shouldn’t have come here,” said Steve. “How could you ever get with that creep, Ghost? How could you…I’m still gonna kill him.”

“No, you’re not,” Kinsey said. “He’s in jail and will be charged. Then, he’ll do his punishment and crawl back to where he came from. You’ll only hurt yourself and Ghost, if you go after him.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” said Steve.

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*”If I Die Young”…The Band Perry…written by Kimberly Perry…Label – Republic Nashville…Released on self titled album, October 12, 2010

*”The First Cut is the Deepest”…Sheryl Crow…written by Cat Stevens…published 1967…released on A & M, October 20, 2003, on the album “The Very Best of Sheryl Crow”

*”Truly, Madly, Deeply”…Savage Garden…written by Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones…Label – Columbia (International), Roadshow (Australia), Sony Records (Japan)…from the album “Savage Garden”, released March 3, 1997.

*”Always”…Erasure…written by Vince Clarke and Andy Bell…Label – Mute (UK), Elektra (U.S.), released on the album “I Say I Say I Say”, April 11, 1994.

*”Stuck With You”…Huey Lewis and the News…written by Chris Hayes and Huey Lewis…Label – Chrysalis…released on the album “Fore”, August 31, 1986.

*”Home”…Phillip Phillips…written by Drew Pearson and Greg Holden…Label – Interscope…released May 23, 2012 on the album “The World From the Side of the Moon”

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

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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 # 51

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Ghost reluctantly agreed to drive Kinsey’s car back to Missing Mile, but he hated to drive. There were too many rules, and he had trouble focusing on driving and not daydreaming, and he did not have a license, anyway, but off they went down the highway.

Steve liked the way his new/used car ran, and he was good with fixing cars, so if anything needed done, he’d be able to take care of it. What he didn’t like, was how Ghost was driving, up ahead of him.

He’d forgotten that Ghost drove like a drunk, old granny, out for a Sunday sightseeing day.

“C’mon, Ghost,” Steve muttered, “get it going. Crap, we’re only going like thirty miles an hour, and we got thirty miles of this,” he said. “Aw, man…he almost ran off in the ditch! Quit daydreaming, Ghost!” he yelled.

People were trying to pass, and giving dirty looks at them both. Steve was afraid a police car would show up next, and haul Ghost in for no license. Meanwhile, Ghost was terrified. He’d only ever driven Steve’s T-bird before…a long time ago. Kinsey’s was way different. His knuckles were turning white from the death grip he had on the steering wheel. He tried staring at the road only…but, he kept seeing cars pass, and the people were shooting him the bird, and yelling. His heart was pounding, while sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes. On top of that, his left eye was twitching again, and he could feel a migraine coming on. His stomach was rolling around, and he almost lost his lunch, right there in Kinsey’s front seat.

They finally made it back to the Yew. Ghost just started sobbing and shaking, as he put his head down on the steering wheel. Steve jumped out of his car, yelling at Ghost.

“What the hell were you doing, Ghost? A freaking monkey could’a drove better than that! Don’t every try to drive this one, ’cause it’ll never happen!”

As Steve yanked open the door to Kinsey’s car, Ghost cried even harder. “Stop yelling at me, Steve! You know I can’t drive.”

He tried to get out of the car, but mostly just fell out onto the asphalt by the car, next to the curb.

“Get up off the damn road, Ghost! You look like a fool.”

“Steve, please stop yelling at me…my head hurts so bad…and…and…” he gagged. “I feel sick!” He threw up then, right there in the road.

Just as he did, Kinsey, who’d heard the commotion, had come out the front door, just in time to witness this scene; and, to take in the old guys across the street, at the hardware store, who were pretty much forming a posse to come and save Ghost from Steve.

They’d not seen either of them since that day two years ago, when they’d seen a dying Ghost on their porch, and learned it was Steve who’d done it.

Kinsey grabbed Steve, pushing him hard toward the door of the club, then yanked Ghost up off the road, and pushed him into Steve.

“Get your asses inside…NOW!” he yelled. “You’ve caused enough trouble already. GIT! I’ll deal with y’all in a minute. I’ve gotta hold back the Army.” He turned to face the older men. “Nothing to see here, guys,” he said, “show’s over.”

“We won’t tolerate Steve beating Ghost, again,” one said.

“It’s not like that, anymore, guys…go on back to your porch,” said Kinsey, as he turned and went into the club. He slammed and locked the door.

“Where’d y’all go?” he hollered. “Get out here…I’m not gonna chase ya down!” He went behind the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey, gulping it down. He could hear them back at the bathroom. Ghost was still crying and being sick, and had locked the door.

“Open the door, Ghost!” Steve was hollering and banging on the bathroom door. “I’m sorry I hollered at you…let me in there!”

Kinsey shook his head, and poured himself another shot. “I’m too old for this,” he sighed.

Steve finally quit his hollering and banging, and Ghost opened the door. He was a mess. His face was red, sweaty, and tearstained. His shirt was wet where he’d tried to wipe off the vomit. He was frowning and holding his hand over his eye, as he was in awful, head pounding pain.

Steve pleaded his apology, and Ghost allowed him to hug him, and lead him out to face Kinsey. They stood there in the cool, dim bar, and Kinsey just looked at them hard.

“What happened, guys?” He didn’t yell. Steve started to talk, but Kinsey held up a hand. “Stop…I don’t even want to know, but I’ll tell you one thing…I’ve had enough. You two, pretty much grown men, going at it time and time again? When Terry and I left, everyone was in a good mood…when y’all left here, y’all were in a good mood. Now, it’s gone crazy again.” Kinsey shook his head.

“Well, I’ll let y’all do the show next weekend, if you can keep it together long enough. We’ll see how it goes…but, I don’t ever want to see a commotion like I just saw, to ever happen in or in front of my business again…understood?” He eyed both of them. They both nodded, and said they were sorry for causing trouble.

“Okay, now go unload my supplies, then get outta here; leave me in peace for awhile. Settle yourselves at your own place.”

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Neither said a word on the way back to their house. Ghost was in too much pain, and Steve was taking the car through it’s paces, getting the feel of it. At home, Ghost got out and went to get a potion for his headache, then went to his bed. Steve grabbed a beer and strummed his guitar for awhile. They avoided each other. It had been a long and weird day.

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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 # 50

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The morning came and went, then toward noon, one by one, they staggered out to the kitchen with their individual hangover torture. Steve gulped water and Advil for his pounding head, and Terry grabbed some, too. Kinsey’s stomach was rolling around worse than his head, and Ghost slurped down a hangover potion he brought out of the back room. He offered it to the others, but no one took him up on it.

Coffee was made, and they sat in silence around the kitchen table. Ghost finally went out to the front yard, where he stood looking up at the sky. It was his usual ritual of starting his day…a short commune with nature, but as it was already past noon, it was too hot to stay out long. As he came back in, Terry and Kinsey were just about to leave. Steve walked with them out to their car. He had to ask Kinsey if he could borrow it, before he left.

“Hey, Kinsey, I need a favor,” he started. “Is it okay if I borrow your car later this afternoon? I’ve got an errand to run, and if you want, me and Ghost will pick up any supplies you need, over in Raleigh.”

Kinsey didn’t mind, and he could use a few things. “Yeah, ok, Steve. Come on by later, and I’ll have a list for you.”

After they’d left, Steve went in to tell Ghost his plan. He found Ghost in his bedroom making a new writing on his wall. He agreed with Steve to go check out the bank vault, and go shopping for Kinsey.

“Well, get ready, and we’ll go on over there,” Steve said. He picked up his guitar, and went to the couch to strum through a few songs. Ghost came out, humming along, and in a good mood, and they began the walk into town.

They had retrieved the key from the back of the journal, and Steve kept jiggling it around in his pocket. He didn’t know why he felt nervous. He felt weird, hoping there was a lot of money in there…because it wasn’t his, and he felt greedy to use Ghost’s inheritance; but, Miz Deliverance wanted him to manage it for Ghost, so it didn’t really hurt to fantasize about it. Maybe there really wasn’t any money…maybe she was delusional; or maybe there was some, but not very much. Well, only one way to find out, and that was to go see for sure what was in there.

They reached the Sacred Yew, pushing open the heavy wooden door, to a blast of cool air. “Ahhh,” they both sighed at the relief from the hot, humid air outside. Kinsey brought them both a cold soda and a sandwich, and they went over the grocery list.

“No big hurry, this time,” he winked in understanding to Steve. They also firmed up a date for the next weekend for Lost Souls? to have a show.

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On the way up to Raleigh, Steve suggested the song list they could do, and that they’d need to practice some more. It had been so long since the last time they’d had a gig…over two years now. He missed it, and hoped they’d get back into the groove they’d always had. The he started worrying about the money situation, again.

Ghost rode in silence, just listening to Steve rattle on, and after a few minutes, he fell asleep, as he almost always did on a car ride. As they parked in front of the bank, Steve woke Ghost.They sat there a few minutes, watching people come and go. Steve was thinking that he and Ghost looked like a couple of hooligans, or redneck hillbillies, compared to the people he saw, even though they were both wearing decent clothes, this time out.

“Well, nothing to be done about it now,” he thought.

“We belong here as much as they do, Steve…we have a key.” Ghost said, as he got out of the car, and walked right on up and through the bank’s door. Steve followed, feeling people staring at them. Ghost kept going, straight to the first desk he saw, and asked where the vaults were. They were led down a hall into another room, with about a hundred locked boxes covering each wall.

Steve looked at their key number and found the right box. Taking a deep breath, and even though his hands were shaking, Ghost inserted the key and turned it. Steve was afraid to look…afraid to be disappointed. Inside was a large manilla envelope, which Ghost carefully pulled out. They sat at a table, there in the vault room. Ghost glanced at Steve, then opened the flap.

Inside, he saw actual money. The envelope was stuffed full of it…some in neatly stacked and wrapped piles, others, just loose. He pulled it all out. It was just pieces of paper to him. Looking over at Steve, he asked, “Well, what do you think? It’s money, isn’t it?”

Steve stared at the piles of money. He was having a hard time finding words. Finally, he said, “It’s a lot of money, Ghost…a lot. I’ll have to count it, but just on this top layer, my God, Ghost…there’s over a hundred thousand dollars, and…and…look at all the layers!”

“Is that good?” Ghost asked.

“Ghost, that is more than good. Where do you think all this came from?” Steve was genuinely puzzled. “Did your grandmother win the lottery or something? Did a rich uncle leave it to her? Is it for real…like real money? Is it stolen? did she have a side business going on, besides her potions? Did she conjure it out of thin air?”

Of course, Ghost didn’t know, or even care…as long as they had food to eat, and an occasional trip to the second-hand store, he was happy enough. They discussed what to do now. They decided to take out enough for a car…and not Terry’s old junker…and enough to get by on for a few months. That barely made a dent in the pile. Steve asked a bank employee to get an accurate count of it…he was sure he was too nervous to count right.

The banker looked astounded, when he totaled it up…Steve almost fainted. There was two million dollars, minus what he’d taken out. The banker wanted to know if he wanted to make a deposit, but Steve figured it’d be just fine for now, locked back up in the box. They’d think about what to do, later.

With the money safely locked back up, they walked out of the bank, to carry on with their ordinary, little rock ‘n roll, hippy lifestyle…and no one suspected they were really a couple of millionaires.

“This is so weird,” Steve said.

“Yeah, can we go shoppin’ now?” Ghost asked.

“Sure we can, Ghost, and I’m not even gonna get mad when you get distracted. Take all the time you want,” Steve smiled.

They did their shopping for Kinsey, and had fun doing it. Ghost got to look around as much as he wanted, and Steve picked out some things for their own use, and didn’t holler, even once. On their way out of town, they stopped at a used car place. Steve looked at all the cars, wishing his T-bird was still around, but he was anxious to have his own wheels, again.

There were a couple he liked, but chose an old caddy convertible, over a newer, sporty car…when Ghost pointed out that if they ever took another road trip, they’d be able to stretch out in the back seat better. Steve understood Ghost’s hidden meaning immediately, and since he always did like the big, older cars best, he bought it.

He paid in full, and in cash. The dealer had not paid much attention to them, there on the lot…took them for just a couple of guys wishing they could buy a car. When Steve pulled out the cash, though, he couldn’t do enough for them.

“Hah, money talks,” he said to Ghost.

“What did it say?” Ghost asked, looking confused.

“Never mind…we got the car. Now, I’m gonna drive it home. You drive Kinsey’s back to his place, and I’ll follow you.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

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

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

warning      warning      warning      warning

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