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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 226

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 226

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 226

warning…adult content

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They’d never been to the Raleigh-Durham International Airport, before, so Steve drove around, finally finding the parking area to leave his car for a few days. They got their suitcases and went in. It was bustling with travelers, and there were confusing signs, and loudspeaker announcements.

They stared at it all for a few minutes, trying to make sense of it. Steve pulled out the paperwork he had. “Our tickets are waiting for us…over there,” he said, as he spied the right airline desk.

The counter person was nice and helpful, checking them in, taking their bags, and pointing them in the right direction to the security area. They managed to get through the screening process, and came out the other side, to see people going in every direction.

“Now we have to find the gate we leave from,” Steve said. “Stay close, and we’ll find it, then see how much time we have left.” Ghost followed, trying to keep up and not get distracted. It was hard, though, as there were so many things to see.

“Here it is,” Steve said. He checked them in at the right gate. “We have some time before we go, so you want to get something to eat and drink?”

Ghost smiled. “Sure, let’s go find something.”

They walked down the carpeted walkway, looking at the restaurants, and food kiosks, then decided on having a breakfast burrito, at a place called the ‘Flying Burrito’.  They laughed at that, and Ghost took a picture of the sign. After eating, they wandered some more, stopping into a gift shop.

Steve picked out a magazine and some candy, then looked around for Ghost. “Aw, crap, where’d he go?” he said. “Not now…you can’t be getting lost.” He scanned the aisles in the small shop, but didn’t see him.  “Ghost? Where are you?” he said, a bit loud, which made people stop and stare. He didn’t care. He had to find him. Then he heard, “Over here, Steve.”

He headed toward the sound of Ghost’s voice. Finding him over by the shelf of books for sale, he said, “Thought you got lost.”

“Look, they have our book, right here,” Ghost said, holding it up to show Steve. There were a few people gathered around him, as he’d been telling them all about their book. They were all smiling, and grabbing one to buy.

“This here is Steve, y’all,” Ghost said to them. “Me and him did this book, and it’s real good, and kinda spooky.” He laughed. The people were asking Ghost if he could really talk to the dead, and he was assuring them he could.

Steve wasn’t surprised that Ghost had an audience. He let him have his moment in the spotlight for a bit. “Thank you for buying our book,” Ghost said to the crowd. “Hey, Steve, why is our book here, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Steve said. “I thought we sold out at the show. I’ll ask the saleslady if she knows anything about it. Then we need to go.”

They walked to the counter, stopping a minute by the display of sunglasses. Ghost tried on a pair or two. “Which one?” he asked.

Steve considered, then said, “Those are cool looking…get those. Do ya want some candy or anything to take with us?” Ghost picked a couple of candy bars, and a package of markers, putting it all on the counter.

As they waited, the clerk said, “Hey, y’all look familiar…been here before?”

Shaking his head, Steve said, “No, but our book is on your shelf. Do you know why?”

“Oh, yes,” she said. “There’s a young man that brings them in, once in awhile. Says he’s doing it for y’all, and collects the money to put in a savings for y’all.”

Steve looked at Ghost, his eyebrows raised. “It must be the printing company guy, ya think? We’ll have to call him when we get back. He never told us he was doing this.” He looked back at the clerk. “If you see him in the next few day, tell him we’ll be getting in touch, soon.”

As they walked back down toward their departure gate, Ghost said, “I took a picture of our book on the shelf, with all the other books.”

“Yeah? That was a good idea,” Steve said. Finding a seat, he was getting more nervous as the time to board got closer. He kept jiggling his foot, and changing positions. He noticed that Ghost seemed fine. He thought to himself, that Ghost had probably forgotten why they were here, already…thinking it was just a field trip. He was glad of that, in a way. But then, Ghost looked at him, over the top of his sunglasses.

“I didn’t forget…we’re flying to California,” Ghost said, then smiled, knowing it bugged Steve for him to read his mind.

“Oh, well…good…” Steve sputtered, trying to save face at being caught.

“You know, you really should be used to it, after all this time. I told ya, you come in loud and clear to me,” Ghost said.

“Aww…I know…It just surprises me, every time,” Steve said.

“Why you so nervous, anyway?” Ghost asked.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know. I know it’s going to be fine, it’s just…well…a better question, is why aren’t you?”

Ghost grinned. “This is a fun adventure we’re doing. Trevor said for me to just look at the other people. They go places all the time, and if they don’t look scared, then we don’t need to be, either.” He looked around. “Does anyone look scared?” he asked.

Steve watched people walking around the area, for a minute. “No, I don’t think so.”

“See…we shouldn’t be scared either,” Ghost said.

Just then the announcement to board came over the speakers. Steve clutched Ghost’s hand, hard. “Calm down, Steve,” Ghost said. “It’ll be ok. Come on, we gotta go find a seat.” He stood up, pulling Steve up.

Steve felt his legs shaking, as he walked the boarding hall. The sounds and jet fuel smell assaulted his senses. At one point he made to turn back, but Ghost kept a tight grip on his hand, tugging him forward. As they entered the plane, he was surprised at how narrow it was. He thought for a second he was leaving reality, and was in every airplane movie he’d ever seen.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” Ghost was saying and smiling, as he kept going forward down the aisle. Steve was feeling like a zombie, being led around for the final scene, where the zombies are all killed.

Finding them a seat, Ghost put his backpack in the overhead bin. “Ya want by the window, or not?” he asked. Steve just shook his head; he was beyond words, at the moment. So, Ghost took the window seat, and pulled Steve down to the middle one.

“Hey, look, they got seat belts, and look…here’s a little tray that comes down,” Ghost said, as he fiddled with everything. Then he noticed the light and air controls, above their seats. “Ya need some air?” He turned it on full blast, pointing it toward Steve’s face.

Steve gulped, and took a breath. He felt like he’d been holding it for awhile. This revived him a little, so he was able to look around. People were still finding seats. He was feeling claustrophobic now, though.

“Ghost, can you knock me out, or something? It’d be better if I don’t know anything until we get there,” he said.

Ghost laughed. “Just relax…nothing bad is gonna happen…and I would know, ya know…and I don’t sense any badness at all…just fun.”

“Umm-hmm, I’m trying” …think good thoughts, think good thoughts he repeated over and over.

Ghost watched him, knowing there wasn’t one good thought in Steve’s head.

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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 liscense is taken in including them in this story.

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

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

Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 213

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 213

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 213

warning…adult content

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Ghost let go of Steve, but immediately grabbed hold of Terry, as Steve took the few steps to the front door, closing and locking it. Terry cackled, half from fright, and half from the ridiculousness of locking the door against the killer fog.

“Get back, Steve,” Ghost hollered. “It’s evil…I can smell it. It’s bad and rotten.”

Steve jumped back onto the couch. “I don’t smell anything. It just feels moist, and now it’s kinda chilly in here.”

“Well, I can, and it’s not good. I think it wants to disappear us for real this time.” Ghost buried his face into Terry’s shoulder. “Don’t even look at it no more,” he said, all muffled.

They all jumped, as the tv came back on. They heard a crackling, and a voice, but no picture. It was reporting wide-spread electrical outages. That’s all they heard, before it went off the air again.

“Do we have any electricity, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Steve got up to check the lights. Nothing came on. “Nope.”

“But the tv was on,” Terry said.

“Yeah, must be an anomaly, or glitch, or something like that,” Steve said. “Well, we can’t do anything about it, so who wants coffee? I’ll heat it on the stove.”

They all did, and when it was hot and ready, they began to relax, as they drank. Ghost was getting sleepy, so stretched out, with his head in Steve’s lap, and his legs in Terry’s. Terry and Steve propped up their feet on the coffee table, and leaned back to rest, too. It was the most any of them had slept all night…and when they did wake again, it was night again.

Steve eased Ghost off him, and went to look out the window. The moon was shrouded in the fog, which had not dissipated yet, curling it’s eerie wisps around the trees and their cars. Terry remembered they hadn’t heard from Kinsey.

“I’m gonna call,” he said, but then found his phone had no service. The battery was drained, too. “How long is this gonna last? I’m feeling worse, and I think I have a fever, too.”

“There’s medicine in the kitchen cabinet. Go take some,” Steve said.

Terry got up off the couch, and found his way into the kitchen. It was almost too dark to see now. “Hey, y’all got a candle or flashlight in here?” he hollered.

“You don’t have to yell,” Steve yelled back.

“Yeah, I do…’cause when my eyes can’t see, my ears can’t hear,” Terry said.

Steve had come into the kitchen by then, and found a flashlight and a candle in the junk drawer. He flipped the switch…and nothing…He shook it…still nothing. “These were new batteries in here. Why aren’t they working?” He dug out a lighter and lit the candle he’d found. He looked around for something to set it in, finally grabbing a saucer.

“The Motrin is in the cabinet.” Steve held the candle up, so Terry could find it, and take some.

Back in the living room, Ghost was still asleep. “What now,” Terry asked. “I think I’m gonna need to lay down. I’m feeling like crap.”

“Go on and take Ghost’s bed,” Steve said. “I’m staying up awhile. I feel like I need to be on guard.”

Terry gave him a look. “For real? From what?” He was getting spooked.

“I don’t know…anything…just in case; and I’m getting my gun out, too.”

“Oh Lord, help us…Steve, you’ve got me scared now,” Terry said, looking around into the shadowy corners.

“Aww, it’s nothing, Dude…don’t worry. Ghost just gets me going to where I believe anything. You know how he gets…telling all those crazy stories like they’re real.” Steve laughed to ease the tension.

“Yeah, I know, but that earthquake was real, and so is that fog.”

Steve shrugged. “So, are you saying you’re gonna stay up with me?”

Sighing, Terry said, “Well, I guess for a little while.” He scooted Ghost’s feet off the couch, so he could sit down. “Ya got a radio or something?”

“No, sorry,” Steve said. He slid under Ghost’s head again, getting himself comfortable.

“Why ya moving me around?” Ghost mumbled.

“Go back to sleep,” Steve said.

They sat this way for awhile, finally falling asleep themselves. All three had strange dreams, and at one point Ghost must have sleepwalked back to his bed. Terry’s phone ringing at daylight woke them up. He scrambled around, trying to find it. Answering, he said, “Hey, the phone’s working again…Hello? Who is it?”

“It’s Kinsey. Are y’all all right out there?”

“Yeah, except I’m having a heart attack,” Terry said. “You woke us up, and we were all spooked last night. He paused to catch his breath.

“Yeah, us too,” Kinsey said, “but we’re ok…still sick, but alive anyway. Y’all feeling any better?”

“Well, maybe they are, but mine is just getting going…you?”

“Same here. Did Steve tell you about the last time this happened?” Kinsey asked.

“He said everything was weird, and nobody remembered it later on,” Terry said.

“Yeah, I think it must be the same now. Outside looks normal again, and the power is back on…people going about their business like always. Beats me what it is,” Kinsey said.

“I know…strange. I’m gonna stay over again and see how this plays out,” Terry said.

“Sounds good. I’ll be here at Zach’s, too,” Kinsey said. “Y’all call if something comes up.”

“Will do, Kinsey.” He ended the call, and turned to face Steve. “You heard?”

“Yeah…let me try the tv again,” Steve said, as he pushed the remote’s on button. It did come on, and was the news out of Raleigh. The picture wasn’t even snowy this morning. There was no mention of anything that had happened…nothing about an earthquake, power outages, fog…nothing.

Steve and Terry looked at each other in confusion. “It did too happen,” Terry said. “What’s wrong with these people?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know, Terry. Is it just all of us? It can’t be…can it?”

“It kinda seems that way, but my head is all goofy from being sick. I can’t concentrate. Maybe later we can make sense of it.”

“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, I’m hungry now,” Steve said. “I think I must be feeling better, since food sounds good now. Ya want breakfast?”

Terry shook his head. “Not really, but maybe I can eat some toast or something.”

Steve went to pull out the bread, butter, and honey. He scrambled some eggs, too. “Toast is on the table, Dude…help yourself,” he told Terry, when it was ready. He went down the hall to wake Ghost.

Terry went slowly to the kitchen, and eased himself into a chair. He warily eyed the piece of toast. He knew he should eat, but his stomach was saying no. As Steve came back through, he noticed Terry just sitting there.

“Ghost is getting up…maybe,” he said. “Get a piece and force yourself, Terry…and here’s your water and pills.” He got a plate of everything for himself, and sat down.

“I’m dying…” Terry said, barely above a whisper. He was still staring at the toast.

“I know you are. I already died, and so did Ghost, but it gets better…eventually.”

“How come you’re over it so quick?”

“I’m not…not all the way. Just my throat is better, but the rest of me is still hurting. I’m just trying to be positive today. You know…let the good energy in,” Steve said.

Terry frowned. “Aww crap, Steve…you sound like one of those Yogi Bear people.”

“Like what?”

“You know…those yogi people…who do that yoga shit…all calm, and serene, and enlightened?”

“Oh, I thought you were talking about a bear. I don’t get it,” Steve said.

“Forget the bear! I wanna holler, and scream get the fuck outta me, you crappy virus. Or at least get high on some smoke. That would do it…I’d be calm and enlightened, if I got lighted up,” Terry said.

Steve laughed. “I’ll bet you would. Well, nobody’s stopping ya.”

“Yeah, I am,” Terry said, shaking his head. “That smoke is harsh on a sore throat. I tried it once.”

Steve shrugged. “Whatever, Dude.” He finished eating his breakfast. Ghost had never gotten up.

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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, 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.