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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 11

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 11

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The rising sun roused them from sleep. It was going to be another scorcher of a day, so they decided to pack up and go home since they already had a touch of sunburn, and didn’t want to endure another day of the heat.

“Should we go to the house, or go by the Yew?” Steve wondered aloud, as he drove down the highway.

“You can let me off at home,” Ghost replied. “You should go see Kinsey because he has our pay from the other night.”

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s what I’ll do then,” Steve said, as he drove into their front yard. “Need anything from town?”

“Naw, I’m just gonna chill awhile,” said Ghost.

“See ya later then,” Steve said, as he drove off.

Ghost opened the old screen door, and stood still for a minute, feeling the house. He could usually sense if anything had been disturbed, or if anyone had been there while he and Steve were out. Things seemed okay, so he continued in. He flopped on the old couch and turned on the TV, but couldn’t concentrate. Something was nagging at his brain…something he couldn’t put words to yet. He tried to push his senses further, but all he got was an unsettled feeling. He wished Steve would come home now.

But, Steve was at the Yew, recounting the fishing trip to Kinsey and Terry, who’d come back by when he saw Steve pull up.

“Well, lookie who survived the camping trip,” teased Terry. “How’d it go, man?”

Steve found he had a willing audience to tell his tale to, so began at the beginning and left nothing out…except the ending, of course. He had the two older men laughing at Ghost’s antics at the lake, but they had no idea if it really happened that way. They’d have to wait to hear Ghost’s version. They had no inkling that they’d never get to hear it.

Steve stayed at the bar, drinking beer after beer. The club opened, and customers were having fun. Some of Steve’s old pals from high school (before he’d dropped out) came in and got to bragging about all the fun they could have over in Raleigh. They invited Steve along. Steve was in a partying mood, so he agreed to meet them in a while.

Kinsey was a little concerned, as Steve was certainly feeling the beer he’d drunk. He looked askance at Steve, who just blew him off with a slightly belligerent tone.

“I’m gonna have some fun tonight. Don’t be bringing me down, Kinsey.”

Kinsey backed off, but had a bad feeling about what Steve was about to do. “But, hey,” he thought, “he’s a grown assed man, he can do what he wants. I’m not his keeper, after all.”

Steve left in a fume of alcohol, and squealing tires, out of the parking lot toward home. He would tell Ghost not to wait up for him. But, when he arrived, he found that Ghost was all clingy, and was begging him not to go…to stay there with him.

“Dammit, Ghost, I need a night off from you once in awhile.”

Ghost looked hurt, and Steve knew he’d sounded mean, but the liquor went further than his mouth. It made his brain say things he normally would never say. Steve went to splash water on his face to try and sober up a bit. When he came out, Ghost wasn’t in the house.

“Great, now the little son-of-a-bitch is mad again.” He went out the front door to the T-bird. What he saw enraged him. Ghost was fiddling around under the hood of the car.

“What the hell, Ghost?” he yelled. “Get your ass away from there.”

Ghost had been trying to disable the car, but didn’t really know how, or what to do to make that happen, and didn’t have time anyway. Steve rushed over, grabbed Ghost by the back of his shirt, and spun him forcefully around.

“Steve, wait,” Ghost pleaded. “Don’t go, please don’t go!”

“Shut up!” Steve yelled, right up in Ghost’s face. “Get outta my way, I’m going.” He slammed shut the car’s hood, barely missing Ghost’s fingers on the edge of the car, then violently threw Ghost to the ground.

The blow had knocked the breath out of Ghost. He lay there stunned. Without another word, as he went for the car door, Steve tripped over Ghost as he lay there, kicking him in the ribs. He slammed the car door shut and threw gravel as he sped off, never knowing, or even caring, that he’d almost run over his best friend.

Ghost’s breath returned slowly, as he gasped, still lying there on the ground. The sobbing he heard, as if from far away, didn’t register at first as his own. His ears were pounding, as was his head, and gravel, hot from the day’s heat, burned his back. He felt searing pain on his face and arms, where the gravel had hit him, as they had flown from under the car’s tires. His side hurt him to move, but eventually he crawled up to the porch. His mind was reeling. What should he do, what could he do? He feared for when Steve returned. He’d never, ever been really afraid of Steve before. Steve swore he’d never hurt him, but he had, more than once, and Ghost knew it wasn’t over. The bad feeling he’d sensed had only gotten stronger.

Ghost slowly made his way up the porch steps and into the house, where he eased himself onto the couch. He was hurting mentally and physically. Visions of him and Steve kept running through his mind…the good times, and the bad…and, there were bad times between them, but never as bad as this. Steve had hit him before, when under the influence of alcohol. He never remembered what he’d done the next day, though. Ghost never mentioned it either, and when Steve would ask about how he’d gotten a black eye or bruises on his body, Ghost would make up some excuse. He didn’t know why he did that.

As he lay there enveloped in his visions of things gone by, he kept hearing a song…what was it? Little by little he started humming to himself, and the words came, causing him such anguish. It was *Phil Collins “In the Air Tonight”. “Oh, God,” he thought, “that could be written for me and Steve.” He’d known, or sensed all his life that everything good that happened to him would be taken away…eventually. And now, the meaning of it all came down to this night. He sobbed into the old couch…the one that held all his tears since he was little.

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Then, in the darkest part of the night, shortly before dawn, Steve came back. He was still reeling from his night out with the guys, feeling like he was not so much of an outsider with them now. He felt he’d needed some male bonding, and boy had they. Drinking, telling macho stories, dancing at a club with loose women…and that, as he now arrived home, made him feel just as guilty, as much as it had earlier made him feel accepted into this wild crowd. The woman he’d been with had made him feel amazing. It had been a long time since Ann. But, now he had to get back to reality. He had to deal with Ghost.

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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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 10

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 10

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Ghost walked down the gravelly path back to the highway. He was still so mad at Steve. He fumed and snorted and muttered to himself as he walked. As he went along the side of the road, cars whizzed by, their occupants staring at the red faced, blond hippie stomping along in his old Army jacket. The heat must have tetched him, they thought. Ghost began to slow down his pace.

“It’s too hot out here to keep going,” he panted. The cool shade of the North Carolina woods beckoned, so he figured he’d rest awhile over there in the shade. He knew these woods around Missing Mile probably better than anyone. He’d roamed this area since he was a kid. Being mountain born, and raised by his herbalist Grandmother had its advantages, he guessed. He never got lost out here. He hoped Steve got bit by a spider, maybe he even fell in the lake. That would serve him right.

“Hmmph,” he snorted, as he leaned back against a tree. His mind began to wander as he cooled off. He thought about the day he met Steve…that day in these same woods. How he’d warned Steve of the giant spider web he was about to walk into. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else getting spiders on them, since he hated them so much his own self.

“Hmmph, should’a let him run right into it,” he thought. He didn’t know why he had a spider phobia, or when it started. They even came to him in his dreams.

“Maybe a harbinger of bad things to come, a warning omen.” He shuddered at the thought. Saying the word out loud, “harbinger,” he shuddered again. “I ain’t skeered of much a’nothin’, just spiders,” he told himself. “Nothin’ wrong about that…it just is.”

The shadows grew longer as the day passed along lazily. Ghost fell asleep. He was exhausted, and his sleep was dreamless for a change. When he awoke, he was disoriented for a bit. It came back to him slowly, but by then, the edge of his anger had worn down. What he felt now was hunger. He’d not eaten all day. Steve had all the food back at the campsite. It was beginning to be twilight…how long had he been asleep, he wondered.

Getting to his feet, he worked out what he’d say to Steve when he got back there.

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Steve had been worried about Ghost off and on throughout the afternoon. On the one hand, he probably should go look for him. On the other hand, Ghost was probably still mad at him. And anyway, he thought, Ghost never gets lost in these woods. He knows exactly where he is, and he himself would probably be the one who got lost.

So he waited. The fishing had been pretty good…caught a few…cleaned them, and as it got dark, he lit a campfire and began to cook them. He figured if Ghost was anywhere nearby, the smell of cooking, and his hunger would lure him out. Sure enough, Ghost slowly took shape in the shadows of the woods, looking for all the world like a ghostly, pale wraith.

Steve smiled to himself. He tried to judge what Ghost’s mood was. He wasn’t getting a mad vibe from him, just a really hungry guy who’s a little leery of coming near. He kept cooking the fish, and Ghost edged closer.

When he was a little closer, still, Steve said softly, “Hey,” and looked at Ghost. “Come and eat.”

Ghost nodded, came and sat down. He looked at the fire and began his rehearsed speech. “Steve,” he whispered, “sorry I got mad at you.” He bit his lower lip.

Steve’s heart melted at his friend’s obvious discomfort at apology. “Yeah, I’m sorry I laughed at you, Ghost,” Steve said softly. They both looked up into each other’s eyes, and both knew they’d been forgiven. They smiled.

They ate the fish, and then the sandwiches, washing it all down with the cold beer. Then Ghost remembered something.

“Hey, Steve, did you bring the molasses?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s over here,” Steve replied. “Here, catch,” he tossed the jar to Ghost. “What are you gonna put it on? You already ate the sandwiches.”

Ghost looked at Steve and showed him he didn’t need anything else. He took off the lid, inhaling the dark, rich aroma of liquid sorghum. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. “Ahhh,” he sighed.

Steve watched as his best friend dipped his fingers into the thick, sweet syrup and slowly licked them. He watched with his mouth open, a bit of drool flooding his mouth. He licked his own lips as Ghost continued to lick his sticky fingers, again and again. Ghost kept making a slurping sound…almost a sexual sound. He looked as if he was in ecstasy, and maybe he was. As long as Steve had known him, he associated Ghost with molasses. Ghost always smelled faintly of the stuff, and his kisses tasted of it. Molasses was Ghost’s drug of choice. He never went a day without it. He’d probably have withdrawal if he couldn’t get it, Steve marveled. For some reason it seemed to calm him down.

Steve continued to watch Ghost, who was totally focused for once. In spite of himself he felt turned on. He felt hmself begin to breathe harder. In spite of himself he wanted to taste Ghost’s molasses covered lips, his molasses covered tongue…and so he did.

He reached over and held Ghost’s face in his rough hands and touched his own tongue to Ghost’s sticky lips, parting them, and the resulting warm sweetness of tongue on tongue was almost enough to make him loose control right then.

Ghost relaxed into the deep kiss, and they fell together back onto their blanket. Stickiness of their rising heat of skin on skin. Stickiness of the sweat hot day, stickiness of molasses…and stickiness of their love, co-mingled under the twinkling stars.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms once again.

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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.

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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 # 8

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 8

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The club was soon filled with hungry and excited kids. Food orders were kept coming and the drinks and sandwiches were disappearing fast. Kids milled around, listening to the jukebox, playing pool and video games, and reading the wall. Some looked confused at the strange new writing Ghost had put on there earlier that morning. It was scribbled and unfinished, just as they’d left it.

“Wow, that seems like so long ago,” Kinsey thought. It had been a long day.

Steve and Ghost slowly made their way to the stage, greeting the kids along the way. This is what the kids had been waiting for. Lost Souls? were back in town, and they were ready for the music to start.

Steve got his guitar, and Ghost got his microphone. Terry and R.J. were sitting in tonight, too, on drums and bass. They did so occasionally, and this was one night they didn’t want to miss out on. Steve strummed the strings and nodded to the guys in back. As he played the first notes of the first song, he nodded at Ghost and smiled. Ghost grinned and began singing.

Tonight’s set was going to be mostly covers of southern rock songs, with a couple of their own originals thrown in the mix. They always included  their “World”* song and “We Are Not Afraid”. The crowd stood transfixed as the golden, gravelly voice of Ghost began the first song…a cover of the Eagles, “One Of These Nights”.* When Ghost sang, he was the song, and he brought everyone along with him. From the first to last note, from the first to last song, Ghost was who he was meant to be.

Kinsey watched the magic happen. With a new-found knowledge of how Steve and Ghost meshed together, he could see that every song was chosen very carefully, whether anyone knew or not, to be a meaningful, loving tribute to each other. That gave the show, the songs, the looks Steve and Ghost gave each other on stage, and even the smiles, the movements, and the banter to the crowd a whole, new fuller, more special dimension.

Kinsey felt his eyes begin to sting at the love he felt between those two. “Damn, I’m a silly old fool, getting all choked up at a couple of employees,” he thought, “but they are more than that,” he knew. They were more like family, in a way. He continued to watch as the show progressed through a foot stomping cover of Pure Prairie League’s, “Amie.”*

Everyone was having a great time. As the songs neared the finale, they sang “Serenade”,* by the Steve Miller Band, which was always an eerie kind of song, but fit so well with Steve and Ghost and the club kids they played for. Without a pause, it segued into the anthem they always ended the show with, “Hole in the World”*, by the Eagles. Those were the very first words of the very first song Ghost had written on the wall.

Steve and Ghost stood back to back, as if they would always be together and have each other’s back, no matter what…and if you’re not alone, if you have that special someone, you will not be afraid of anything. Blond shining hair and ebony curls mingled together as they sang and played their last song of the night. The crowd drew closer, mesmerized by the words and the rhythmic beats all around them.

By the time the last vibrations of the guitar had echoed off the walls, Steve and Ghost both were in tears. Tears of sadness, tears of love, tears of hope…that their lives would mean something…that there was a reason they were here at this time and this place.

The crowd was holding on to each other as they swayed together, shedding their own tears for humanity and the future. Kinsey was moved to tears of his own this night, for reasons he knew, and something else he felt in the air, in the electricity, in the essence of everyone here, but especially for Ghost and Steve. Something very unsettling to him…but, he knew not what it was.

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*”One of These Nights” by the Eagles (Don Henley/Glenn Frey; Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)

*”Amie” by Pure Prarie League (Craig Lee Fuller; Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)

*”Serenade” by The Steve Miller Band (Sailor Records/Capitol Records, Inc.)

*”Hole in the World” by the Eagles (Don Henley/Glenn Frey; Universal Music Publishing Group)

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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.

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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 # 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ghost nodded and whispered, “Yeah.”

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

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

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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.

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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 # 3

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“One day after school,” Steve continued, “a gang of guys trapped Ghost just as he left the building. They dragged him into the woods behind the school. I didn’t see this happen, but followed the sounds I was hearing.”

Steve was breathing heavily now, his heart beating in his chest like it would explode. After a deep shuddery breath, he went on.

“What I saw in those woods will haunt me forever. They had stripped Ghost of his clothes and were holding him down, taking turns torturing him. They punched and kicked and burnt him with lit cigarettes. I hollered at them to stop, and a couple of them grabbed me and called me a fag lover, and if I didn’t keep out of it they’d do the same to me. I tried to fight them off, but just couldn’t, Kinsey, I just couldn’t take on all of them at once.” Steve’s voice was anguished at his helplessness to save Ghost.

Kinsey said slowly, “Did they…?”

Steve shook his head. “They were going to, all of them, but that was for later. They still had more pain to dish out. One guy had a pocket knife. He pulled it out of his dirty pocket and flicked it open. He looked around the circle of guys and they all nodded, like this had been planned all along. As they held Ghost down even tighter, the guy put the knife over Ghost’s right foot and started…oh, God!…oh, God!” Steve whimpered.

“He started sawing off Ghost’s little toe, back and forth, over and over, the sawing, through skin and then bone. I could hear the knife cutting through the bone, Kinsey! I could hear it! Oh, God! I could hear it even over Ghost’s screams. I hear it now, in my nightmares, the screams and the cutting.”

Tears were pouring down Steve’s face now and he sobbed. Kinsey’s eyes were full of tears, too. He even felt faint, so he sat down on the floor behind the bar where they’d been standing.

“Jesus, Steve,” was all he said.

Steve went on. “Finally the toe was off and the guys were going to go to the next part of their plan…taking their turn on Ghost. But, they got scared of someone hearing them. Ghost was still screaming and I was cussing everyone as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear. So the gang decided to shut Ghost up.

They hit him on the head with a baseball bat. I heard it crack down on Ghost’s head. You know, I think it was his skull that cracked, not the bat.” Steve said, as if in a trance now, his voice monotone and calm. Kinsey didn’t know what to think. Steve was reliving it all.

 

“Ghost was knocked out cold. The screaming stopped, the bleeding hadn’t though. They got scared they’d killed him, so they all suddenly took off, leaving me and Ghost there alone. I’m totally freaked out. What could I do to help Ghost? I didn’t really even know him, but I had to do something. I knew I couldn’t drag him all the way down to the school parking lot, so I ran as fast as I could over there and got the T-Bird started on one try, drove it as close as I could over the grass and up to the tree line. I ran up to see if he was still alive. He was, but just barely.

Just barely breathing and still bleeding… I wrapped his foot up as best as I could in my t-shirt and picked Ghost up and carried him to the car. I knew he lived out of town on Burnt Church Road somewhere, so I hauled ass out that way. Ghost was moaning some, and I knew I had to hurry. Maybe his Grandmother would know what to do. Shit, Kinsey, we were just barely into our teens. We weren’t supposed to be having crises like this to figure out.

So I got to the house at the dead end of the road and figured this was it. It looked kinda spooky. I’d heard all the stories about the voo-doo lady that lived there. I start honking the horn, and then scrambled out and lifted Ghost out and ran to the door. She came out and took one look and said softly “Ghost Child, what’s happened?”

I told her of his injuries and she patted me on the arm and said,”Thank you, Steve. Thank you for helping my Ghost Child.” I asked should I go find a doctor, or carry him to Raleigh for the hospital. She just shook her head no…said she’d take care of him. I didn’t know what else to do, but I hung around awhile, just in case. She came out of the bedroom, then and said I could stay if I wanted. So I did for a little bit. Then I just drove around. We never did go back to school. That was it for us. I did wonder how she knew my name, though.” Steve stopped for a minute, thinking.

“I went back up there once in awhile to check on how Ghost was…scared, really to hear that maybe he didn’t make it. But, every time, Miz Deliverance met me at the door and wouldn’t let me in. She said the time wasn’t right, that Ghost would be ok one day. Thanks for checking on him. You know, stuff like that.

Then she said something that at the time seemed ok, but now, looking back on it, was maybe a premonition? She said the time will come one day when the two of us would be like one. Then she closed the door. It freaks me out now…how did she know? How did she know? She’d never laid eyes on me before that day I’d brought Ghost home.”

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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.

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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 # 310 – The End

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 310 – The End

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Back inside the house, Ghost poured himself another cup of coffee, got his meds out, and swallowed them all with his first big gulp of the hot liquid. He massaged his left temple, and Steve could see that his eye was twitching, already. He knew Ghost was more upset than he was letting on, and didn’t want to upset him further by continuing the conversation.

“Come here, babe, I’m not mad at you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Ghost. “I get what you’re saying. Terry’s our friend, and we’re not cutting him off just because he went off the deep end.” He kissed the top of Ghost’s head. “Okay? You going back to bed for awhile?”

Ghost sniffled and nodded. “Yeah.”

Steve watched him, as he slowly went down the hall. He still didn’t want to see Terry anytime soon, or anybody, for that matter. He began cleaning up the kitchen. Afterwards, he went out to sit on the couch. He tried to watch TV for a little while, but couldn’t work up any enthusiasm for it. Picking up a paperback, he tried to read, but after a page or two, closed the book.

“I’m so bored,” he said aloud. He wanted to talk to Ghost…he needed to talk to Ghost…and not have all these serious discussions. He just wanted everything to be normal, again. He missed the jokes and laughs they used to have, but he knew Ghost had not been happy for a long time…even before their trip to L. A.

Sure, they’d had some good times along the way, but only for that short time, then Ghost would get quiet, again. That was one reason he’d had it in his head, that to make Ghost happy, it would be best if they went their separate ways. Maybe not forever, just for awhile, to find out what made them happy, and feel alive again. But, it had backfired, and now Ghost was blaming the omen for their dissatisfaction.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, and clawed at his scalp, scratching it, and tousling his hair. The thoughts in his head didn’t go away, though. He sent up a random prayer to whoever might hear it.

“Please help us get right, again. I’m so tired of never knowing if we’re up or down, anymore.”

Getting off the couch, Steve walked down the hallway, just to peek in at Ghost. He wouldn’t wake him. Opening the door a crack, he was surprised to see that Ghost was awake, sitting in bed, writing in his journal.

“You’re still awake?” Steve asked, then felt stupid. Of course he could see that Ghost was awake.

Ghost nodded. “Come on in. I’m just writing stuff.”

Steve sat down on the bed. “What kinda stuff?”

“Just stuff that happened lately, and trying to find some lyrics of some sort. I haven’t in awhile, and now, it’s like I forgot how to write a song,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I should play my guitar more often, too,” Steve said. He went to get it, then strummed a few chords, getting the feel of it again.

Ghost wrote a few words, as they came to him, and hummed a sequence of tones, off and on, that Steve would replicate on the fret board.

“How did we get here?” Steve asked. “How are we changed now?”

“I feel it in my bones, in my head, in my heart,” Ghost said, writing down the words. He then looked up, meeting Steve’s eyes. They smiled, knowing this would be “Lost Souls” newest song.  Steve kept picking out notes, and Ghost wrote more words, and then they were done.

This…this was normal. This was what was missing…their lost souls back in harmony, again. They had been tested…been through the fire. They had been broken apart, but now were forged together even stronger, because of it.

They were Lost no longer.

THE END

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This fan fiction story has come to an end. I so appreciate everyone who has followed along, liked, visited, read, and commented on it. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. 🙂

Tomorrow I will post the very short bonus story that goes along with the longer stories of Ghost & Steve.

Starting this Friday (6/3/2022) I plan on re-posting this story from the beginning. (in case you’d like to read from the first one)

Thanks again, to everyone. ❤

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Here are a few songs that I feel goes along with the story of Steve and Ghost. Enjoy!

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“High Enough”, by Damn Yankees, was released in 1990 from their album, “Damn Yankees”. It was written by Jack Blades, Ted Nugent, and Tommy Shaw, and is on the Warner Bros. label.

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“Truly Madly Deeply”, by Savage Garden, was released in 1997, from their album, “Savage Garden”. It was written by Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones, and is on the Columbia (International), Roadshow Music (Australia), and Sony (Japan) labels.

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Hard to Say I’m Sorry” is a power ballad written by bassist Peter Cetera, who also sang lead on the track, and producer David Foster,[3] for the group Chicago. It was released on May 16, 1982, as the lead single from the album Chicago 16.

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“Love of a Lifetime”, by Firehouse, was released as a single from their album, “Firehouse”, in 1991. It was written by Bill Leverty and C. J. Snare, and is on the Epic – Sony Music label.

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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 # 309

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After Ghost had slammed out the back door, Melody went to look out. “He’s going out to the old cemetery.”

“He’ll be back,” Steve said. He reached for more bacon, and continued eating breakfast. “This sure is good. Y’all better dig in.” And, so they did, but no one felt like making small talk, now. The only sounds were the clinking of their forks. Steve finished first, chugging his glass of milk last.

“Very nice breakfast. Are y’all leaving now?” He looked back and forth between Linda and Melody. “You can see we’re not dead or anything.”

Linda shrugged. “I should be getting back to the kids,” Linda said. “You want to come, or stay here?” she asked Melody.

“I’m going with you.”

“Well, we’re gonna just chill out here for a couple of days, lay low ya know. We’ll let Terry cool off, or whatever. I don’t really want to run into him anytime soon,” Steve said.

“Yeah, me either,” said Linda, “but, I’m sure we will, and I may just let him have it. In fact, I know I will. He can’t go pulling his gun out, threatening y’all, or anyone else like that. I don’t care who he is.” She went to get her purse and car keys. “Ready?” she asked Melody.

Melody nodded. “Yep, and Steve, tell Ghost I love him, and well…go out there and see about him. I don’t like leaving like this, when he is so upset, but y’all need some alone time.”

“I will,” Steve said. He walked with them out to the car. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll be okay, and we’ll see y’all in a few days.” He watched them drive away, then got his jacket. He poured some hot coffee, with cream and sugar, into a thermos, then went out to find Ghost.

Crunching through the dried pine needles on his way to the cemetery, Steve made his way to his and Ghost’s usual sitting spot. Sighing, he slowed, as he saw Ghost leaning against the old gravestone. It pained him to see the bruises on Ghost’s face, knowing why he’d gotten them.

Ghost didn’t look up, as Steve approached, but Steve knew Ghost heard him. He sat beside Ghost, poured a cupful of coffee into the thermos lid, and handed it to Ghost.

“Here…brought ya some coffee,” he said. Ghost took it, taking a large swallow. Steve leaned back, waiting for Ghost to say something first, but he took a few more gulps of his coffee.

“Why do you do that?” Ghost asked.

Steve glanced over at him. “Huh? Do what?”

“You know, tell me how I should feel, how I should act. I’m capable of knowing that on my own. Maybe it don’t match up with yours, but I do have feelings, Steve…good one, bad ones, or sad or mad ones…all the time, on my own. You keep telling me which one I should be feeling.”

“I know you do,” Steve said. “I don’t get it, though, how you could be ready to kill Terry one day, and the next you’re making excuses for what he did, like it was no big deal.”

Ghost shrugged. “‘Cause it’s over. It’s already done, and that won’t change. We can hold onto what it was and be mad forever, or we can try to understand why it happened, and then move on…it’s done.” He paused for a minute.

“Nothing good comes from thinking about it over and over…and, Steve, Terry is our friend. Something was making him crazy, and we’d be wrong to end it, when nothing actually happened.”

Steve frowned. “What the hell, Ghost? Nothing happened? Were you off in la-la land when all this nothing happened? Look at yourself Look at me…even Terry…nothing happened? You gotta be shittin’ me.” He shook his head.

“What I meant was…we’re not dead,” Ghost said.

“You’re right, we’re not dead, so let’s all just go get an ice cream sundae to celebrate,” Steve said. “Every single one of us…a toast to not being dead…just beat up and being confused, and hating on everyone, and maybe even possessed by the boogyman. Hell yeah, let’s go round ’em up. I’m paying.” Steve took a breath.

Ghost stared hard at Steve.

“What? What are you doing?” Steve asked. “Stop staring at me.”

“Shh…be quiet…I’m trying to hear what you’re thinking, why you’re being mad at me,” Ghost said.

“Fuck off…leave my thoughts alone. If you want to know something, just ask,” Steve said, as he backed away a bit from Ghost.

Ghost shrugged. “Okay…” He broke off his gaze.

“Well?” asked Steve. “You gonna ask me something? Huh? Oh, you wanna know why I’m mad at you? It’s ’cause you are acting like it was all a big, fat nothing last night. So what if it was this omen thing, whatever that means. It don’t change the fact that Terry was off his rocker. I know he wasn’t really wanting to kill us. Something went wrong and he snapped. But, damn, he could have done it…for real…then woke up to reality again. But, then it would have been too late…for us.” He sighed. “Don’t you see that?”

“Yeah, sure, of course I do, but it didn’t happen.” Ghost said. He stood up, brushing off the pine needles. “I’m done talking about it, now. I’m getting a headache. I’m going in. You can be mad at me some more, just keep it to yourself.” He picked up his backpack, heading for the house.

Steve muttered, “Yeah, well quit reading my mind, then.” He followed Ghost into the house.

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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 # 308

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As Steve and Ghost refreshed themselves under the warm spray from the shower head, they could feel the tension and pain from the night before leaving them. Gently lathering up with shampoo and soap, they cleansed their wounds. Their hands gliding through the slick bubbles on their bodies, they were overcome with the need to bring some happiness and pleasure to each other. Loud in their abandonment of lovemaking, they cried out in pleasure and pain.

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In the kitchen, Melody smiled, hearing them. She was happy they were together again, and was dying to know what happened. Terry had scared them so bad with his words this morning. Surely, it wasn’t as bad as he’d said. She finished the large breakfast she’d been making, then went to join Linda out on the front porch.

“Well, it’s ready to eat,” she said, as she sat down on the swing beside Linda. Sipping her fresh cup of coffee, she gazed out over the clearing in the yard.

“Any sign they’re up, yet?” Linda asked.

“Um-hmm, they’re up and in the shower, and are having loud…fun…in there.” Melody laughed.

Linda grinned. “You don’t say?” She laughed, too. “That business Terry was talking about, well, that scared the shit outta me. I was afraid to even come out here, ya know?”

Melody nodded. “Me, too, but I still want to know what really happened.”

They sat there a few more minutes, listening for any more sounds coming from inside. “I hear them. Let’s go in…it’s time to eat,” Linda said.

Back in the kitchen, they found Steve looking a little confused.

“Hey, you’re up,” Linda said.

Steve whirled around, looking startled. “What the hell? Y’all are here? God, you scared me. I was just trying to figure out how this food got cooked.”

“Oh, Steve, you hurt yourself,” Linda said, seeing his bruised face. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing, Sis. I just fell down is all, but you’re gonna freak when you see Ghost’s face,” he said. They could hear Ghost coming down the hallway.

As Ghost walked into the kitchen, the girls gasped, not at the cuts on his face, but because he was completely naked.

“Oh, shit,” he said, frozen for a second, before running back down the hall.

Melody and Linda looked at each other, then burst out laughing. “Oh, my God…Did you see that?”

“It’s okay, Ghost, come back,” Linda said.

Steve hollered, “Put some clothes on, Dude.” But, he was grinning, too.” He looked at the breakfast food that was ready. “Well who’s hungry?” he asked, and began filling his plate with eggs, bacon, and biscuits.

Linda and Melody busied themselves with filling glasses with milk, and trying to keep from giggling.

Ghost re-appeared, and tried making a joke about it, but the girls could tell he was still a bit embarrassed. “Here, sit down and eat,” Melody said, handing him a full plate. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry about it; we’re all family here.”

He shrugged. “I know, but I sure didn’t know y’all were here.”

“I didn’t either,” Steve said, coming to the table with his plate. “They scared me, too. Anyway, why are y’all here? I mean, you can be here any time ya want, but…why are you here?”

Linda and Melody took chairs at the table. “We came to see if y’all were okay,” Linda said. “Terry told us what happened, and we were afraid he’d killed y’all.”

“That fucking asshole, he pulled a gun on us, for real…and shot the damn thing,” Steve said. “Lucky for us he’s terrible at shooting a gun. I don’t know what he was going on about, but I’m done with him. You don’t go threatening your so called friends with death, and then go back to normal after that…uh-uh, no way.”

“We can’t not see him, though,” Ghost said. “He lives in town.”

“Well, we sure as hell don’t have to have anything else to do with him,” Steve said.

“What if that was part of the omen, too…then, what?” Ghost asked. “If he was being made to do that, we can’t just leave him alone to deal with it.”

Steve frowned. “Ghost, I know that, but damn, can’t you be angry at what he did…at least for a day or two…teach him a lesson…don’t mess with us. I mean, we could be dead now, for real dead, omen or no omen.”

“I can be mad,” Ghost said. I have this to show for how fucking mad I was at him last night.” He pointed to his face. “And, I hated him…I hated him, and I tried to kill him…to kill him when he was driving over here to kill you.” He was breathing hard, now. “I tried to wreck the car. I…I would have died before I’d let him kill you. Steve. So, don’t tell me I don’t get mad.” He glared at them all. Pushing back his plate, he got up from the table. “I can’t eat, not now. My mouth hurts.” He left the kitchen, heading down the hallway.

They were all shocked at Ghost’s outburst. “I’ll go see about him…” Melody began.

“No, wait,” Steve said. “I started it, and I’m glad he did get mad. We all should be. Just let him be for awhile.”

Ghost came back through the kitchen, then, with his backpack and jacket. He grabbed a biscuit off the table, then stomped out the back door, letting the screen slam behind him. He’d not said another word to them.

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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 # 305

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When Kinsey asked Terry to tell him exactly what had happened the night before, Terry took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Frowning, he looked down at the tabletop. He’d been going over everything in his head all night long, but now, to say it all aloud to Kinsey, he wanted to get it right.

“Let’s see…I got a call from Steve. I was sound asleep, and it took me a bit to figure out what he was going on about. I mean, he was raving about Ghost, and then he must have fell down, or something, and he started crying and begging…” Terry shook his head. “He was a mess. I finally got a few words in, and I asked him what was wrong, and why wasn’t Ghost at home with him. He told me they had a fight. Well, that put me on alert, Kinsey.” He looked Kinsey in the eye.

“I came right out and asked him, did he hurt Ghost, and he admitted it to me. He said he broke up with him, was all. Then I said ok, I’d come over here to get Ghost. Well, when I got here, I found out Ghost’s wrist was broken, or sprained, or something. Anyway, he hollered when I woke him up, so I knew something wasn’t right. Did you even know about that, Kinsey?” Terry asked.

Kinsey shook his head. “Terry, I didn’t even know Ghost stayed the night, and I didn’t hear a thing. I just found out when Linda told me this morning.”

“Well, you must have missed the thunderstorm, too.”

“Yeah, the power was off, I think,” Kinsey said.

“It was when I was here,” Terry said. “Anyway, I told Ghost that Steve had hurt him for the last time, because I was going to kill him. That’s when Ghost went off on me. I sure as hell wasn’t going to bring Ghost out there to Steve, now, for God’s sake, to be with him again, no way. So, I left here, got my car, and started out, but Ghost followed me, and I almost ran over him out in my driveway…knocked him down with the car, but he got back up, and wouldn’t move from in front of the car, so I hauled him in, and all hell broke loose.” He stopped, looking at Kinsey. “And that is the honest truth, right there, that and what I already told y’all happened.” He rubbed his face. “I’m done, Kinsey, for real. I’ve had enough of those two, and all the damn drama.”

Kinsey leaned back in his chair. “The girls…what are they gonna find, when they get out there? You sure they both were alive when you left? Maybe you just forgot you killed them?” He stared Terry down.

“Yeah, I’m sure…at least when I left they were. Both of them laying in a heap at the bottom of the porch steps.”

“Okay, but damn it, Terry…you lost your mind taking a gun out there.”

“Yeah, I know, but I swear I was gonna kill them both, I was so fucking mad.” He shook his head. “I’ve been up all night going over it, and over it. I gotta crash, Kinsey.” He stood up to leave.

“You know,” Kinsey said, “if you’d have hurt either one of them, I’d have no problem taking you out, believe me on that. I’m dead serious, Terry.”

“I know,” Terry said, then headed out the back door and to his house.

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Kinsey went up to check on the kids. All was fine, and they were watching cartoons on the TV. He brought Stevie and Mandy each a juice box, and banana muffins, then left them to it.

Down in his office, he tried to concentrate on work, but couldn’t focus on anything. He hoped Linda would call soon, and let him know something.

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On the way out to Burnt Church Road, Linda and Melody were frantic. “Why is this happening?” Melody wailed. “Please let them be ok. Linda, are they ok? Is what Terry said true?”

“We’re about to find out,” Linda said. “Let’s hope for the best…and the truth. Melody, I hate to say this, but steel yourself. I mean, I think they are fine…I did talk to Steve, but just in case…oh, God, just in case…ok?”

They were driving down the long dirt road going up to the house, now. Then, pulling up in the gravel drive, Linda shut off the car’s engine. Everything seemed quiet, and normal. There was no one on the porch, and no obvious signs of a fight.

“Okay, let’s go in,” Linda said. They started to walk up the steps, when Melody stopped, grabbing Linda’s arm.

“Wait…look there, it’s blood.” She pointed to some red smears and blotches still visible, in spite of being rained on. Their eyes growing big with concern, they clasped hands to go up to the door. The screen was closed, but the main wooden door was wide open, which seemed odd. Stepping cautiously inside, they felt the hot, stagnant air in the house. Humidity was high, this afternoon, and there was no fan or air conditioning in the house.

They didn’t see Ghost or Steve in the living room or the kitchen, so they walked slowly down the hallway, past Steve’s closed bedroom door. They saw that the door to Ghost’s room was open.

Hearts beating fast, they looked in.

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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.

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.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 304

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“Yeah, in here, Terry,” Kinsey hollered, as he heard Terry come in through the back door of the club. Terry came into the kitchen, going directly to the coffee pot, for a mug of coffee. He then pulled up a chair, to sit with Kinsey, Linda, and Melody. He’d had cup after cup of coffee at home, staying awake all night, and now felt jittery on top of being exhausted.

Kinsey eyed him, seeing how rough he looked this morning. “What happened to you? Did ya pull an all-nighter? You look like something the cat dragged in.” He chuckled.

With bleary eyes, Terry looked at all of them, there at the table. “Yeah, something like that,” he said. He lit a cigarette, blew smoke up into the air, then shaking his head, he said, “I want to tell you two gals something. Both of your brothers are psycho. I’ve suspected it for a long time, and last night…well, it’s official. They are the most messed up mother fuckers I’ve ever known, and I’ve known plenty.” He stopped, as Linda and Melody both began defending Steve and Ghost. He let them run on for a few minutes, then held up his hand to stop them.

“Okay, you’ve said your piece, done the sisterly thing, now I’m saying mine.” He paused a second, pointing to his arms and face. “You see these scratches here? You see this bite mark? You want to see the bruises? That’s all from Ghost.” He heard them all gasp.

“What…what are you talking about?” Melody asked.

“He attacked me,” Terry said, as he stubbed out his cigarette. “Yeah, I came over here in the middle of the night, because your psycho brother,” he looked at Linda, “called me, yelling and blubbering that he was gonna kill himself if I didn’t bring Ghost home to him. He was drunk as a skunk, let me tell ya. Anyways, I come over here to get him, and he goes and freaks out. I’m telling ya, he was possessed by the devil. I swear it.” He stopped, as Melody yelled.

“Liar! You’re making this up. Ghost would never…”

“Hold on lady,” Terry said. “I don’t lie about something like that. I was there. I was attacked. And, guess what? I knocked the shit outta him. He was trying to wreck us in the ditch, then he kept coming at me. Then, when we got out, the other one, Steve, came after me. Shit, all the trouble I get for doing them a favor.”  He lit another cigarette, and gulped some coffee.

“Another thing…ya might as well hear it from me…I came this close to killing both of them. I had my gun right up side Ghost’s face, and he just growled…yep…growled at me, and tried to bite me again.” He took another drink of coffee, sloshing some of the hot liquid out onto the table, as his hands shook.

“Well, the gun went off, but missed him. Then Steve came at me, and I was about to pull the trigger on him too, but the bastard was so drunk, he tripped over Ghost and face planted down the steps. I figure they deserve all the misery they can give each other, so I left it at that. They got lucky this time.” He shook his head. He was done talking.

Kinsey, Linda, and Melody were stunned. No one spoke for a few seconds.

“Where’s the gun, Terry?” Kinsey asked.

“I locked it in the safe,” Terry said.

“We have to go out there,” Linda said, getting up from the table. “Kinsey, keep an eye on the kids. We’re leaving.” She and Melody took off out the back door.

Narrowing his eyes, Kinsey asked, “You making that shit up?”

“Swear to God, just like I said, Kinsey,” Terry said. “Ghost just freaked out on me.” He got up to get more coffee.

“Something doesn’t add up,” Kinsey said. “Ghost was settled in on the couch in there, then you come in and he goes berserk. There’s something you’re not saying, Terry. Spill it…”

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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.

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.