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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 12

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 12

Warning…adult content

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(12th installment)

warning…adult content

He knew he’d hurt Ghost’s feelings when he’d left, earlier that evening, and he knew Ghost would sense what had happened after. He’d just go in and say how sorry he was to have treated him like that. Inside was dim, but he could make out Ghost’s body laying on the couch. He went over to him and sat beside the childlike figure of his friend.

As he watched Ghost breathe, he thought of the hold Ghost had had on him all these years, and what he’d missed out on by sticking by Ghost. This made him a little angry…at himself, for letting Ghost get such a hold on him in the first place…and at Ghost, too…for being the way he was.

He knew he was being irrational, but the liquor had screwed his thinking up. He realized this, in some corner of his mind, but was helpless to stop this line of thought. He roughly shook Ghost awake. He’d show Ghost who ran things around here. From now on it’d be Steve, large and in charge.

“Get up, Ghost,” he said. “We need to talk.”

Ghost moaned, as Steve shook him again. Feelings were warring in Steve’s brain. He was feeling manly and macho, and yet he was feeling love for this Ghost child, only a year younger than he. Grabbing Ghost, he jammed his tongue into Ghost’s mouth. Ghost could hardly move, from Steve laying on top of him. His side hurt from where he’d been kicked, and now he could barely breathe from the weight of Steve on his chest, and his tongue down his throat.

He moaned again, and tried to push Steve off him. Steve had never had Ghost push him away before. He became enraged. He continued to slobber his beer breath into Ghost’s face. The stench of the stale beer, and cigarettes, and the smell of the woman’s flowery perfume, that still clung to Steve, was too much for Ghost to bear. He felt so sick with pain and betrayal, he turned his head as much as he could, and vomited over the edge of the couch. It didn’t all land on the floor. It was in his throat, burning and choking him…and, on Steve.

“You fucking bitch!” Steve yelled. He drew back his vomit covered hand, slamming it into Ghost’s face as hard as he could. The blow was so hard, Ghost heard a loud crack, as his teeth clacked together, breaking one of his front teeth into a sharp point. Blood spurted from his split lip, dripping down his face into the vomit.

Disgusted, Steve yanked Ghost off the couch, dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. He paid no attention to Ghost’s cries and pleadings. Entering the bedroom, Steve threw Ghost onto the bed…the same bed where they’d loved each other many times. Steve scrabbled with their clothes, ignoring Ghost’s frantic efforts to get away from him. Stripped at last, Steve prepared to show Ghost what a real man he was. He pulled Ghost’s legs up, but then, Ghost put his feet onto Steve’s chest and pushed with all the strength he had left in him.

Steve was propelled backwards into the wall, but Ghost had no time to get away. Steve came charging back, and slammed him back into position.

“Don’t you ever do that again, you whore.”

Ghost could feel Steve’s hot breath on his face, and from somewhere deep in his psyche he never knew was in him, he spit into Steve’s eyes, invoking a long dormant curse onto Steve. Steve was maddened even further, and bit into Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost arched his back in pain, then screamed in agony, feeling himself being ripped apart. The more he screamed, the harder Steve pounded into him. At one point, to shut up the screaming in his ear, Steve hit Ghost’s head with his fist over and over, until Ghost was quiet.

“There, that’ll teach you to push me away,” Steve growled. As he continued to rape Ghost, Ghost had the feeling his soul was leaving his body, there on the bed, being abused. He felt himself floating above, looking down at the violence happening to him. He realized this was not love, this was Steve trying to gain control. Ghost cried for his very existence, for why his soul journey had to take this path. He cried for Steve’s soul, too, and prayed for his forgiveness in the next life.

Then, it was over. Steve was finished with him. He pushed Ghost aside, like a piece of trash, and stumbled out of the room. Ghost knew he’d not remember what he’d done.

Ghost felt himself re-enter his bruised and broken body. The pain was incredible…the pain in his heart was unbearable. Steve had held his life in his hands, and crushed his soul almost to oblivion. Ghost knew he would not stay here. He had to leave and never look back. But, he was in such pain, he couldn’t think straight. The room seemed to whirl around from his dizziness, and he hovered on the edge of consciousness. He could feel himself blacking out. He lay there until he came to, again.

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Sometime later, Ghost aroused, and gathered his clothes and backpack, and slipped as silently as he could out the front door…past the warding off star sign he’d painted on the porch so long ago, to keep out evil. He now realized the evil spirits he was trying to keep out, were right in the house with him all this time…laying with him, and deceiving him for all these years. He hung his head and sobbed.

Ghost knew Steve was passed out, and wouldn’t come to, for hours, so he’d taken the car keys that had been thrown on the floor. Easing himself into the car, he slowly drove down the deserted road. He would only take the car as far as the graveyard on the other side of town. If he was leaving, he wanted to say good-bye to his grandmother at her gravestone, before he left for good.

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 liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

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

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

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 6

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 6

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6th installment

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“Why not, Steve? Are you scared to get a tattoo?” Ghost teased.

“No, I’m not, but I know you are,” Steve said as a matter of fact. “Besides, I already got one a long time ago.”

Ghost stopped there on the sidewalk and looked hard at Steve. “Where?” he asked. “I’ve seen all of you and never saw one.”

“It’s hidden,” Steve said, “end of subject.”

“Let me see it or I won’t believe it…right here, right now.”

“Fine, you want to see it? Here ya go.” Steve pulled back his hair and pointed to the area behind his left ear.

Ghost looked amazed that he’d never noticed it before. “Did it hurt much?” he asked.

“Yeah, it hurt, what do ya think it felt like, a tickle?”

“Well,” Ghost said, “let me look closer.” He did, then said in wonder, “It’s your own name! It says Steve!”

“So what?” Steve answered back.

At this, Ghost burst out laughing. He was overcome with the thought of Steve’s  unique tattoo. He doubled over and could hardly stand up, he was laughing so hard. He tried talking through his giggles, snorts, and tears of laughter running down his face.

“What…why…why do you…need to remember your own…name? do you…have to look…look…in the mirror to remember…who…who…you are every day?” He continued, “Then…Oh, my God…it would be backwards! It’d be evets.” He laughed even harder.

Steve just glared at him, not seeing anything funny about it. “So what if it’s my name. I got it when I was stupid and drunk one night. The guy asked me what I wanted, and I thought he asked me what my name was…so thats’s what I said. And that’s what he put on there…and that’s all there was to it.”

Ghost just couldn’t let it go. “At least it wasn’t on your arm or something!” he howled.

Steve had had enough by then. “Ghost, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna smack you. I mean it! SHUT-UP!”

He started walking again. Behind him, Ghost kept trying to stop, wiping his face on his jacket sleeve, but still a fresh burst of laughter would rise up and be heard.

Steve whirled around, punched Ghost in the shoulder. “I told you to shut up!”

Ghost kept trying to stifle his giggles and finally had a little more control. He took a deep breath and said, “Now I’m really hungry, Steeeve!”

“Forget it, we’re going home now. At least I am. You can just stay here and laugh for all I care.” Steve stomped off to the T-Bird.

“No, no, no, we haven’t got our prize yet!” Ghost trailed after him.

They sat in the car now while Steve tried to calm down. “Hey, Ghost, I was thinking of something to buy. You know that show we were watching the other day…some guys were out there on a lake, fishing?”

“Yeah,” answered Ghost.

“Well,” Steve continued, “we could get us some fishing poles and catch some fish.”

Ghost just looked at him like, what a crazy idea. “Have you ever fished before?” he asked.

“Yeah, a long time ago. I caught some, too. Then the guys I was with, we cooked them over the campfire and ate them. Mmmm.”

Ghost looked worried.

“What? You have something against fishing? You eat fish, don’t you?” Steve asked.

“Well, yeah, but, I don’t kill them!” Ghost said.

“Well, how do you think you got to eat them then. Somebody had to kill them,” Steve reasoned.

“Yeah, but, it wasn’t me.”

“Don’t worry about it, then. You just eat what we catch, I’ll do the rest. Let’s check out the thrift shop down the road. Bet they’ll have some fishing stuff.” Steve started the car and they went to find fishing gear.

Ghost was still a bit hesitant about the whole idea, so he let Steve find equipment, while he just looked around.

“Hey, Steve, this stuff is what you wanted to buy. What’s mine?”

Steve shrugged and plopped an old fisherman’s hat onto Ghost’s head, saying, “Here ya go, this is what you want, right? See, it has fish hooks on it and everything!”

“Yeah, sure, Steve,” Ghost said as they paid and left the store. Steve went on and on about how the fishing trip would go. Ghost was hardly listening. He laid his head on the door frame, blond hair hanging out the open window, feet in Steve’s lap. He closed his eyes and drowsed to Steve’s words.

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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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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE (first installment)

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

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

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

warning      warning      warning      warning

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

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

                                              TWO SOULS:   INTO THE FIRE

Cast of Characters:

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

                                           

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Linda…………………………..Steve’s sister

Lisa……………………………..Steve’s sister

Bill……………………………….Lisa’s husband

Stevie……………………………Linda’s son

Mandy…………………………..Linda’s daughter

Melody…………………………..Ghost’s sister

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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