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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 255

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 255

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Stevie and Mandy ran across the truck stop parking lot, with Linda running after them. As they approached the horse trailer, a man came around from the back. He was laughing at the eager kids.

“Hey, hey…hold up there,” he said.

“I’m so sorry,” Linda said, out of breath. “They wanted to see horses, and got away from me.”

The man laughed. “Oh, no bother, ma’am. I was just about to take the ponies out for a walk around that grassy area over there. The kids can come watch.”

“Well, okay…” Linda said. “But, stay back, Stevie…Mandy…don’t get in the way.” She smiled at the man. “We haven’t been around horses, before.”

“These are just little ones,” he said. “They’re Shetland ponies. They are going to a nice little farm.” He opened the back of the trailer, and backed out the first of two. “This little guy is very calm. The other one is, too.” He tied the first one up, and went back into the trailer for the other one. They were both tan, with white mane and tails.

“They’re so cute,” Mandy squealed. “Can we watch them, Mommy?”

“Yes, we will, but just for a few minutes,” Linda said. She looked around for Steve and Ghost, seeing they were over by the U-Haul, talking. She waved and motioned that she’d be over at the grassy area. She and the kids followed the man and the ponies.

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Over by the U-Haul, Steve and Ghost watched Linda and the kids. Steve thought the guy looked harmless enough, but he wanted to keep a eye on them. Looking over at Ghost, who was leaning against the door, he could tell he wasn’t in a good place.

“Look, Ghost, I’m sorry. I should have remembered. We shouldn’t have come near this place.” He took Ghost’s hand.

“It’s okay…it didn’t happen at this place. Just the smell of those trucks…it makes me remember, and feel sick,” Ghost said. “I just wanna get out of here.”

“We will,” Steve said. “Get in the U-Haul, and I’ll go get Linda. It’s time to get going, anyway.” He went over to where the kids were now getting a pony ride. He smiled, as they hollered, “Look, Uncle Steve.” They were having fun.

“It’s time to go, Linda…round ’em up,” he said.

“Come on kids, we have to go now. Tell the man thank you for the ride,” Linda said.

The man helped the kids down from the ponies. “Y’all have a nice trip, ya hear.” He led the horses back to the trailer.

They walked back to Linda’s van, the kids chattering all about the horses. Before buckling them into the car seats, Linda washed their hands off, then got them settled with their little toys.

Turning to Steve, she asked, “What were you going to tell me?”

“About what?” Steve asked.

“About Ghost…what was bothering him in the truck stop.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s okay…it’s just he said the diesel fumes from the trucks was making him sick…and brings back bad memories…uh, of that time he was lost in California. It was a long time ago, Linda. I thought I told you about it.”

She shook her head. “Not much, just that he hitchhiked…” she paused…”oh, with truckers?”

“Yeah, and one of them raped him.” Steve closed his eyes. “God, why did I even come to this truck stop? I should have remembered.”

“Oh, Steve…that’s horrible. I didn’t know. Now I understand why he was feeling so bad.”

Steve nodded. “He said he’s okay…just bad memories, but really, we need to get out of here. I didn’t like the way those guys were in there, ya know. Don’t want to be around when they come out.”

“Yes, let’s get going,” Linda said, as she got into the van.

Steve went back to the U-Haul, started the engine, and pulled out, heading for the highway.

“You told her, didn’t you?” Ghost asked.

Steve nodded. Ghost sighed, and leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. Out of the corner of his own eye, Steve couldn’t help but notice that Ghost would every few seconds reach up and wipe the tears away. No words would help, he knew, so he just kept driving.

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It was getting on toward twilight, when they finally crossed over into Oklahoma. Steve had told Linda that at the next town that was big enough to have a motel, they’d stop for the night. He was getting tired of driving, and was sure Linda was too, but there weren’t any towns coming up that would have a place to stay. The next one he could tell, was in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, and it looked like it was still several hours away. Up ahead, he saw a sign for a rest area, and he signaled that he was pulling in.

When they were there, and parked, he and Linda talked about what they should do. “The next motel is still a long way off, Linda. I’m not sure I can stay awake until then. I need to stop…somewhere,” he told her.

“I know, me too,” Linda said, and yawned. “But where? This out west business is weird…big empty spaces and no towns to speak of. How do people live here?”

“I don’t know, but we gotta do something.”

Linda was looking around the rest area. “Well, we could just stay here, and maybe get a little sleep. Would it be safe, though?”

Shrugging, Steve considered it. “I guess, if we lock the car doors. It’ll be pretty uncomfortable, but we could do it.”

“I know,” Linda said. “The kids are already asleep, but they need to stretch out awhile. We have drinks and snacks, so it’s fine with me.”

“I’ll pull over closer to the back of this area…more out of sight,” Steve said.

She agreed, and followed as they drove slowly back into the area. After parking, Stevie and Mandy woke up, and were hungry. Ghost was walking around, stretching his legs. Steve and Linda got out snacks for all of them, and they sat at a concrete picnic table. It was growing dark, and there had not been even one car driving down the highway since they’d arrived.

Linda turned on her flashlight, the only light they had out there, setting it on the table. Stevie and Mandy were at the other end of the table, and were giggling at their kid’s conversation.

Whispering, Linda leaned over toward Steve and Ghost. “I don’t want to scare them, but this is really eerie out here, guys.”

“I know,” Ghost whispered. “There’s wild animals out here, back behind those trees. I can tell…they’re watching us.” He shivered, and pulled his shirt’s hood up over his head.

“Wild animals…like what?” Steve asked, trying to sound skeptical and brave, but not quite pulling it off. He stared at the darkness, behind them.

“Don’t you hear them?” Ghost asked.

They were silent…listening…and all three jumped, when they heard a rustling sound, back in the bushes.

“Oh my, God,” Linda said, holding her hand over her heart. “That scared me half to death.” She looked at the kids, but they hadn’t even noticed or heard anything.

Steve got up, shining the flashlight around, over toward the dark shrubbery, his hand shaking. Linda started laughing.

“What?” Steve asked.

“He looks like the grim reaper,” she managed to say, and pointed to Ghost.

Steve looked, and laughed, too. “You’re right. Hey, what are you doing over there?” he hollered at Ghost.

Ghost had found a long stick, and was poking around in the tall grass by the trees. In his hoodie, and with only his face lit by the flashlight, he did look like the grim reaper come to life.

“Huh?” he asked, as he waved the stick around.

“What are you looking for,” Steve asked.

“Oh, the wild animal…it’s here somewhere, but it’s scared and hiding, now.” Ghost said.

“What kind is it,” Linda asked. She’d gotten closer to the kids, in case they had to make a run for the car.

“I think it’s just a little rabbit, or lizard, maybe…’cause they don’t really say much,” Ghost said. “If it was a turkey or a goose, they’d be making noise…and if it was a coyote, or a wild cat, they would have already run away. They don’t freeze-frame…or if it is a raccoon, it would be trying to get our food…and…” he went on naming animals, and how they’d react.

Steve nudged Linda, “Yeah, and if Ghost don’t stop naming things, he’ll just talk it to death…hahaha, grim reaper…” he laughed along with Linda, and both had a hard time stopping.

“Hey, Ghost, we get the picture,” Steve said. “Come back over here…leave the poor thing alone.”

Ghost wasn’t quite done, though. He began a little chant he was making up as he spoke.

“By the light of the stars, by the light of the moon, we mean you no harm, we’ll be gone soon.” He held up the stick, pointing at the night sky, and turned around three times.

“What’s he doing now?” Linda asked.

“Beats me…he’s just weird,” Steve said. Linda giggled.

Ghost came back to the table. “I’m finished,” he said, then sat down, grinning.

Linda cleared her throat…”Um…interesting…” she said. Steve kicked her under the table.

“No,” he mouthed to her. “He’ll never stop talking.”

But, it was too late.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 # 80

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 80

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Out at the car, Steve did yank Ghost’s hair to turn him around. He saw himself as he did it, and it felt like he was watching someone else’s  hand do it. Ghost yelped at the sudden pain, and reached up to knock Steve’s hand away. Steve grabbed hold of Ghost and shoved him up against the side of the car.

“Ow, Steve! What’s the matter with you? Let me go.”

“I saw you flirting with that guy in there,” Steve said. “You know how that makes me feel, Ghost…huh? It makes me feel like shit, that’s what’s the matter. What’cha got to say about it?” Steve kept pushing hard, up against Ghost.

“I got nothing to say…I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Ghost said.

“I saw you, you little whore…making eyes, and smiling, and saying stuff…and…and…forgetting the words you were supposed to be singing. That proves it. You were so much into that guy, that you couldn’t even keep your mind on the songs.”

Ghost was getting scared, now…Steve was going ballistic on him, for no reason. He had to calm him down, but how?

“Steve, stop! You got it all wrong.”

“Oh, I do, do I?” Steve was getting louder. “So, you didn’t see that blond guy right in front of you…the one you said something to? Don’t you dare lie to me, Ghost.”

“You mean that guy that…”

“Yeah, that one. What’d you say to him?”

“Uh, uh…I think he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with him after the show. I said no! That’s it. I can’t help it if people stare at me and ask me to do stuff. I don’t control their thoughts.”

“Yeah? But, I bet you’re thinking it’d be fun to go off with some of them…like this guy. I swear, Ghost, I’d kill him before he could take you anywhere.”

“Steve, that’s never gonna happen,” Ghost said. “Never! Now stop being mean to me and let me go, ok?” Ghost begged.

“Fine, Ghost, this time…and I don’t want to see another time – got it?”

“Yeah, I got it, Steve,” Ghost said as he rubbed his wrist’s where Steve had been crushing them. “Can we get out of here?”

“Get in the car,” Steve ordered, shoving Ghost in, and slamming the door. He got in the driver’s side, and sped out of the parking lot.

Steve drove fast, out of the town, and down the highway…no idea where he was going. He just wanted to drive away from the ugliness, that he’d brought upon them, back there. He needed to calm down, needed to apologize to Ghost, needed to get his temper under control, before he really hurt Ghost again.

Ghost just sat there looking out at the stars, as they drove off into the night. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, right now. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell silently down his face. He didn’t want Steve to see or hear him sobbing. But, eventually he couldn’t stop, and Steve did hear.

Steve could not apologize right now, though. The hurt he felt, was still too raw. He hated that he’d hurt Ghost, even a little. This would blow over, he knew, but it would take time.

As the miles put distance from the argument, Steve slowly calmed down. Ghost had stopped crying, but was still awake. Neither had said a word, and both felt an awkwardness in their silence. Finally, Steve pulled over at a rest stop, there on the side of the road. It was a dark and lonely looking place…just the tall trees shrouded in the fog that was forming.

“We need to talk,” Steve said, and sighed.

Ghost didn’t say anything, or look at Steve.

“Did ya hear me, Ghost?”

When Ghost still wouldn’t say anything, Steve leaned over and yelled, “Answer me, damn it!”

At that, Ghost got out of the car, and walked away. Steve narrowed his eyes, and yelled, “Fine, go over there and pout like a baby…see if I care.” He regretted it as soon as he said it, though. He got out and walked toward Ghost, who was sitting at the small table, with his arms crossed on top, and his head down.

Steve came up beside him and knelt down. “I’m sorry, Ghost. I didn’t mean anything I said, or did tonight. I do care. I don’t mean to hurt you, hurt your feelings, say awful things. I don’t know why I do it. Just please talk to me.”

Tell me how horrible I am, tell me to go fuck myself, kick me to the curb, hit me, knock me out…whatever…just don’t hate me…don’t give up on me…please, Ghost?”

Ghost sighed, then said, “Did you ever wonder about layers, Steve? That’s a word that has a lot of meanings, lots of layers…layers.” He stopped then, and looked at Steve, like he was searching for something in Steve’s face, his eyes, his expression, even his mind…his inner self.

Steve felt uncomfortable with this close scrutiny. He didn’t know what Ghost was getting at. Maybe he’d finally gone bonkers. But, he kept his mouth shut for once, and let Ghost continue.

“Lots of things have layers, Steve. Like an onion, or a cake, the Earth…even people. You see on the outside, one layer. Then you look closer, and you find another layer.” He sighed again, and said, “I can see your layers, Steve. Some of them, but not all, yet. I want to see all your layers, but you hide them from me. Why? Why do you hide them from me?” He hung his head and cried.

Steve still had no idea what Ghost was talking about, but if he said that, it would be the wrong thing to say. But, what was the right thing?  “Ghost, what is making you so sad? I said I was sorry. I know I say it all the time, because I keep doing stupid stuff, saying stupid stuff…” he trailed off, at a loss of words.

“You don’t get it, do ya Steve?” Ghost asked.

Steve shrugged.

“Do you see me?” asked Ghost.

“Yeah,” Steve said.

“Do I keep secrets from you? Do you know all about me? Am I hiding who I am from you?”

“No, I think I know you, Ghost. I see you, and I’ve known you a long time.”

Ghost looked at Steve, knowing he still didn’t understand.

“Oh, my God, Steve, how can I explain it to you?”  

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Next Part Coming soon

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 154

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 154

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 154

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Soon, Steve was pulling into the back parking lot at the Whirling Disc record shop. As he and Ghost went inside, the little bell on the door tinkled, and Terry looked up from stocking CDs in the bins.

“Hey, look who’s here,” he said. “It’s about time y’all made an appearance.”

“Hey, Terry,” Steve said. “Yeah, we’ve been taking it easy…been working on some stuff, and look…” he held up his cast free leg. “Just got it off this morning.”

“All right, good to hear that,” Terry said. “What were you working on?”

“Well, I got a list for ya here, of what we’re putting on the CD. It’s for sure, this time,” Steve said. “You and R. J. can go over it. We need to get busy and actually do this, so you think y’all can be ready, say tomorrow or the day after?”

Terry reached out to take the list. “Let me see it…yeah, no problem. Are you wanting to do them with all of us at the same time, or separate, then mix ’em later?”

“I was hoping to do it all at once, but let’s see how it goes first, and see how it sounds,” Steve said.

“Ok, we’ll do it how ever you want. I’ll get ahold of R. J. and tell him to be over here in the morning,” Terry said. “Yall come in as early as you can, and we’ll knock these out in no time.” He looked over at Ghost. “Hey, Ghost, do you think your voice will hold out if we do all these? Or, Steve, if not, we can split ’em up and do some in another day or two.”

Ghost looked at the list, again. “I can probably do all these. I can sing a lot of songs when we do a show.”

“Ok, then that’s settled.” Terry said. He slapped Ghost on the back, then chuckled. “What else are y’all up to? I tell ya, Zach and Trevor were pretty upset that y’all didn’t show up last night.” Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t know what they have in mind, but they’re still antsy about it…all that séance stuff.”

“I  don’t want to talk about it anymore, though,” Ghost said.

“Well, you still need to see what he’s wanting. Maybe it’s nothing…probably just his paranoia.” Terry shrugged.

“Guess he won’t leave me alone about it, unless I do,” Ghost said.

“Hey, Terry, can you close up for a few minutes? We want you to come down to the club with us, to talk to Kinsey,” Steve asked.

“I suppose I could…why?”

“He’s there isn’t he?” Steve asked, avoiding the question of why.

“Umm-hmm, as far as I know, he’s there. When ya want to go over there…now?”

“Yep, let’s go,” Steve said.

Terry put his ‘be back later’ sign on the door, locked up, and they all walked down the block, to the club.

“Knock, knock,” Ghost hollered, as they came in through the back door.

“In here guys,” Kinsey said, looking up as they all trooped in.

“Well, look at the three stooges, come to pay me a visit,” Kinsey said, as he laughed and leaned back in his chair.

“What’s a stooge, Kinsey?” Ghost asked.

“Oh, it’s an old tv show that had three crazy guys in it doing slapstick comedy. It was hilarious back in the day.”

“Oh, ok,” Ghost said, but looked confused.

“Never mind,” Kinsey said. “What’s up?”

Terry sat down on the couch, and shrugged. “Don’t ask me…these two came in and said I should come over here with them.” He looked at Steve, “Well…?”

Steve looked over at Ghost, and cleared his throat. “Uh, Ghost, you want to explain, or ya want me to?”

“You start, and I’ll add stuff when I think of it.”

“Ok,” Steve started explaining. “First of all, Ghost had a dream the other night. He said it was about both of y’all talking…”

Ghost added his explanation now. “Only it was a real dream. I heard you talking in my head. Not that I was trying to eavesdrop or anything, but y’all was talkin’ loud enough for me to hear…or something…” He looked at Steve to continue.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, anyway, he said y’all were planning on taking a vacation together, real soon.”

Terry and Kinsey were surprised that these two knew about it. They’d not mentioned it to anyone, yet. But, then they weren’t surprised, after all, because Ghost could pick up conversations out of thin air.

“Hey, yeah, that’s right,” Terry said. “You heard us talking about it, Ghost?”

Kinsey was smiling. “Yeah, we’ve been discussing that. We haven’t firmed up the plans yet, though.”

Steve continued…”Ok, so Ghost had an idea, and I think it was an excellent idea, and now we’re presenting it to y’all.” He nodded at Ghost to get the cards out.

Ghost reached into his backpack, taking out the cards. “This was my idea, and this here gift is from both of us, and I made y’all these here cards, and…just read them, ok?” He handed them to Terry and Kinsey.

“At the same time?” asked Terry.

“Yes, then you can read each other’s if you want to.”

Terry and Kinsey opened the envelopes, and began reading.

Steve and Ghost watched their reaction, hoping it would be good. Kinsey admired the artwork on his card, then read the inside.

“Guys…” he said, as his lip quivered, and he sniffled a bit.

At the same time, Terry looked at his. “Hey, it’s like tie-dye…cool, Ghost.” He read the inside…”Aw, dudes, this is so nice of y’all.” He cleared his suddenly tight throat.

Then, they both opened the smaller, money envelopes that had been enclosed.

“Oh, my God,” Terry said, his mouth dropped open.

“What? For me? This is too much, guys,” Kinsey said.

Ghost and Steve were smiling big. “Yeah, for both of ya. We love y’all, and wanted to do something nice for y’all,” Ghost said, hopping up and down.

“It’s our way to show y’all appreciation for all you’ve done for us,” said Steve.

“Well, thank you, this really is a surprise,” Kinsey said. He came over to give them a hug.

“We’re gonna have some fun with this, right Kinsey?” Terry said. “Thanks, dudes.”

Terry looked at Kinsey, “Dude, we’re gonna have the time of our lives. We’ve got plannin’ to do.”

“I’ll say,” Kinsey said. “Really, guys…thanks. Hey, I’m getting excited, now.”

Ghost hugged Kinsey and Terry. “I’m so happy y’all liked our present.”

“When are you planning to go, Kinsey?” Steve asked. “And, for how long?”

“As soon as we can, Steve. I’d say by next week, if we can get it all planned out. What do you think, Terry?”

“Man, I’d go right now, but yeah, next week should give us time to get plane tickets, and reservations, and all that,” Terry said.

“You already know where you’re going, then?” asked Steve.

“Yeah, we already talked about it,” said Kinsey. “We’re going to do some things we both always wanted to do.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 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 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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