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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 303

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 303

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The next morning, Kinsey came down stairs to start the coffee brewing in the kitchen. As he got to the hallway, he was surprised to see the back door standing open, and the floor sopping wet from the rain. Frowning, he looked around the parking lot, then seeing nothing unusual, closed the door. He’d get the coffee going, then mop up the hallway. In the kitchen, though, he saw the little light on the coffee maker was blinking, and the microwave clock was blinking, too, 12:00, over and over.

“Hmm, electricity must have gone out last night,” he said. He re-set everything, then went to get the mop from the storage closet. As he came back by his office, he noticed the door was open. That was odd, he thought. He always closed it at night. Going in, he saw the flashlight laying on the floor, still on, but the batteries were almost used up. Nothing else seemed out of place. He checked his petty cash box, just in case, and it was fine, still locked.

Taking the mop toward the back door, he began the clean-up. He had no idea of the things that had gone on the night before.

Just then, Linda came down stairs, hoping for some coffee. Seeing Kinsey, she hollered, “Good morning.”

“Hey, morning Linda,” Kinsey said, looking up. “Coffee should be about ready in there. I’ll join you in a few.”

She poured herself a cup, then, taking it into the office, where she turned on the little TV to watch the morning news. She made herself comfortable on the couch. A few minutes later, Kinsey came in with his own cup of coffee, and they chatted about this and that, the beach trip, and how the kids were now watching cartoons upstairs. Melody came in, then, still in her robe and fuzzy slippers.

“Is Ghost up yet?” she asked.

“No, haven’t seen him,” Linda said.

Kinsey looked back and forth between the two girls, confused. “What…did Ghost stay over last night?”

Linda and Melody told him what had happened, and that Ghost and Steve had gotten into a bad fight, so Ghost had stayed here.

“Yeah, in the back room, behind the stage,” Melody said. “I’ll go check on him.” She came back a few minutes later, to report him missing. “He wasn’t in there, and I’m getting a bad feeling that something happened.” She looked at Kinsey and Linda for answers, but neither of them had any ideas.

“Did y’all hear any noise down here last night?” she asked.

Kinsey shook his head. “No, I didn’t even hear the thunderstorm. The electricity must have gone out, though, because all the clocks were blinking this morning. I did find a flashlight left on, here in the office.”

“Well, maybe Ghost got up in the night, and came in here?” Linda asked.

“Aw, crap…the door was left open, too. I’ll bet he went out,” Kinsey said. “I hope he wasn’t sleepwalking…no telling where he’d be by now.”

Melody jumped up, heading for the stairs. “We have to find him.”

“Wait, maybe he walked home,” Linda said. “I’ll call over there, just in case.” She followed Melody upstairs.

Melody had thrown on some clothes, and was about to go looking for Ghost. “Wait, hang on a minute,” Linda said. Let me call over there first.” Punching in their number, she heard it ring, and ring. “Come on…come on…answer the damn phone.” Finally, Steve answered.

“Hello?” he mumbled, having just been woken up.

“Steve, this is your sister. Is Ghost out there with you?”

“Yeah, he’s here…why?”

“Oh, thank God. We thought he went sleepwalking or something. We couldn’t find him.” She paused for a second. “Everything okay?”

“Mm-hmm, guess so. We were asleep. I’m going back to sleep,” Steve said, and he hung up the phone.

Linda stared at the phone. “Well, he’s at home, and Ghost is there. He said all is okay, and they were sleeping.”

“Oh, good,” Melody said. “Do you think they really are … I mean after that fight and all last night.”

Linda shrugged. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll have to wait until we see them,” she said. “Go down and tell Kinsey, while I check on the kids. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Melody did tell Kinsey, then poured herself another cup of coffee. She sat at the table, there in the kitchen, drumming her fingers. “Something still don’t feel right, Kinsey,” she said.

Kinsey nodded. “I know. I don’t know what we’re missing, but there’s bound to be more to this.”

They heard the back door slam open, then heard Terry holler, “Hey, anybody up?”

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

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

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

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

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

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 302

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 302

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Ghost grabbed Terry’s arm, trying to make him stop driving. The car fish-tailed, almost going off in the ditch.

“God dammit,” Terry yelled, turning the steering wheel, bringing the car back under control. Shaking and pulling his arm away from Ghost’s grip, he finally broke free. But, Ghost came at him again, grabbing his hair, and hitting him hard. Terry had one hand on the wheel, but managed to reach up, yanking on Ghost’s hair, pulling him off of him, once more.

It didn’t last long, as Ghost continued scrabbling at him, so Terry elbowed him away, this time, hitting Ghost ‘s face, splitting his lip open against his sharp, broken tooth. Blood splattered out of his mouth, as he shouted, right up in Terry’s face.

“Stop…stop the car, Terry.” He sprayed drops of blood on Terry’s face and shirt.

“You fucking maniac,” Terry hollered. “No wonder Steve has had enough of you…get the hell off me.”

“No…I’ll kill you before you ever kill Steve,” Ghost said.

By this time, they were on the long dirt road leading to the house. It was soaked and muddy, and the car almost got stuck, spinning the wheels, and sliding sideways, just before gaining traction again, there on the gravel driveway. Terry managed to brake, and cut the engine, even as Ghost kept hitting him, wherever he could.

As Terry reached for the door handle, Ghost shoved him hard into it. He felt his pistol fall to the floor-board, but managed to grab it in his left hand. Pointing it right in Ghost’s face, he yelled, “Back off, or I’ll pull the trigger, Ghost…I swear I will.”

Ghost stopped for only a second, his blood splotched face, and hair mere inches from Terry’s. He was breathing hard, his hot breath fogging the windows. Then, he growled, low in his throat, as he tried to bite Terry.

“He’s possessed by the devil…” Terry thought, as he dodged Ghost’s teeth, and managed to open the car door, and falling sideways out onto the gravel. As he fell, the gun went off, the noise shattering the night, the bullet going up into the air. Stunned, they both gasped.

Then, scrabbling up, Terry jerked Ghost out of the car, dragging him up onto the porch steps, where he shoved Ghost down.

“Steve,” he yelled. “Steve…here’s your fucking boyfriend. Ya hear me in there?”

Frowning at the noise, Steve opened the door. “What the hell, Terry?”

“I came here to kill you for hurting Ghost, but I changed my mind. I’m killing this psycho instead,” Terry yelled. “If ya got something to say, better do it quick.” He pointed the gun down at Ghost, who tried to crawl away, but Terry stomped on his back, laying him flat.

Steve charged, but stumbled over Ghost, falling face first down the steps. Terry jumped out of the way.

“God help ya, you both deserve each other,” Terry said, shaking his head. He turned, went back to the car, and sprayed gravel and mud, as he careened down the muddy road.

Steve, still reeling from the alcohol, pulled himself up. Ghost lay there trying to catch his breath, staring up at the sky.

“Ghost?” Steve asked. “You okay?” When Ghost didn’t answer, Steve reached down, pulling Ghost up. “Let’s go in…it’s raining again.” Leaning on each other, they went slowly up the steps, letting the screen door slam behind them. They made their way down the hallway to Ghost’s bedroom, where they both collapsed onto the bed.

They remained there in each other’s arms the rest of the night.

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Terry made it back to town, driving up to his apartment in back of the Whirling Disc record store. He shut off the engine, and just sat there, staring out at his front door. He was shaking all over. Glancing over to the passenger seat, he saw his gun lying there. He didn’t want to touch it. Breathing deep, to calm himself, he couldn’t stop his racing mind. What had happened tonight kept playing over and over, ending with his pointing the gun in Ghost’s face…not once, but twice.

“God help me…I was this close…this close to pulling the trigger and killing Ghost,” he said aloud. “And Steve, too. What the hell happened out there…what started it all?” The scenes began to replay again. Finally he reached for the gun, and slid out of the car. His knees feeling rubbery, he made it to his front door, and went inside. He didn’t sleep at all that night.

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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 # 301

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 301

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“Hey,” Terry hollered into his phone. “Is that you, Steve? Hello?” He was still half asleep, and confused, but kept on yelling, as he could hear Steve making noises. Finally, Steve heard him, but he’d dropped his own phone, when he fell. He could hear Terry, somewhere in front of him, so he felt around in the dark, until his hand brushed against the phone.

“Terry,” Steve croaked out, then coughed, as his stomach roiled, almost making him sick. “Terry, find him. Tell him I didn’t mean to hurt him again. Make him come back.”

Frowning, Terry asked, “What the hell, Steve…what’s wrong? I don’t know what you’re talking about…slow down.”

“Ghost…I need him…and I’m drunk…and you have to go get him,” Steve said.

“Where is he? Are you at home?”

“Yeah, and he’s at Kinsey’s, unless he’s gone. Please don’t let him be gone.”

Then, it registered what Steve had said…that he’d hurt Ghost again. Terry immediately remembered that other time when Steve had hurt Ghost.

“God damn you, Steve, if you went and hurt Ghost again, you’re a dead man. I will personally do it myself,” Terry vowed.

“Just go find him,” Steve said. “Tell him I’m sorry, and bring him back here, please.”

“Oh, I’m gonna find him, but I sure as hell ain’t bringing him back to you, you bastard,” Terry yelled. He then hung up the phone.

“No…no…wait,” Steve cried into the phone, but it did no good.

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Terry scrabbled some jeans and boots on, threw on a jacket, and ran out the door, immediately getting soaked from the rain. He didn’t really notice much, as he ran down the block to Kinsey’s place. He’d remembered to take his keys to the back door, and unlocked it as fast as he could. Standing just inside the hallway, he thought it odd that there was no noise, no lights, no sign of anything wrong.

He wondered where Ghost could be, if he was actually here in the club. First, he looked into the office, and then the bar area, but nothing was out of the ordinary. Looking up to the apartments upstairs, he didn’t want to wake everyone, if he didn’t have to. Then, he remembered the back room where there was a big couch. He’d slept there many times, himself.

He opened the door slowly, not knowing what condition he’d find Ghost in, if he was even there at all. The room was totally dark, as there were no windows, and the electricity was still out. He strained his eyes, peering into the depths of the room, toward where he knew the couch was located. Taking small, shuffling steps, he worked his way over, hands out, feeling for anything he might bump into.

Then, as his knees touched the couch, he whispered, “Ghost? Are you here?” Feeling around lower, his hands touched something soft…a blanket he figured. Poking some more, he felt an arm. “Ghost…” he said aloud. He gripped Ghost’s arm, and shook him. Ghost screamed in pain and shock.

“It’s just me…Terry…it’s okay…wake up, dude.”

Ghost sat up, holding his arm to his chest. He could feel his wrist throbbing now.

“Dammit, we need some light in here,” Terry said. “You awake…you okay…are you hurt?” Terry asked in Ghost’s direction, as he still couldn’t see him.

“I’m awake,” Ghost said through gritted teeth. “My wrist hurts, that’s all, and you scared me.”

“Come on, let’s go out to the bar. At least there’s a window. Do you have any idea where a flashlight or candles are around here?” Terry asked.

“In the office, I seen some,” Ghost said. He reached out until he found the edge of Terry’s jacket, and pulled himself up. They carefully walked out into the main room, then down the hall. The thunder and lightning were still crashing outside, and they could see where they were in the bright flashes.

In the office, Terry rummaged around in the desk drawers, finally finding a flashlight. He flicked it on. Ghost sat on the office couch, watching Terry.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” Terry said. He sat in Kinsey’s swivel chair, behind the desk. “Steve called me. That’s why I’m here. You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Ghost shook his head, and looked down at the floor.

“Why are you here, instead of at home?” Terry asked.

Ghost shrugged. “‘Cause Steve hates me. He told me to go away. He wouldn’t even look at me no more.” He began sobbing.

Terry narrowed his eyes. “Did he hurt you?”

Ghost didn’t answer.

“DID HE HURT YOU? … GOD DAMMIT, ANSWER ME.”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, but he didn’t mean to. It was the omen that did it.”

Terry stood up, pushing the chair back hard against the wall. “He’s dead. I’m getting my gun. I’ll tell you when it’s over,” Terry said, and stomped out the door of the office.

Ghost was too shocked to say anything. It had happened too fast. He heard the back door open and then slam shut. “Wait…wait…” he screamed. Stumbling as he ran down the hall, he yanked open the door, but Terry was gone.

Thunder crashed again, and lightning lit up the parking lot. Ghost flinched as the cold rain stung his skin, but he splashed through ankle deep water, as best he could, down to Terry’s house. “Oh God, oh God…I have to stop him…”

Just as he came to the corner of the building, he saw Terry getting into his car, and backing out. “Stop…” Ghost yelled, as he closed the gap, reaching the driveway right in front of Terry’s car. As the car rolled forward, Ghost slammed his hands down on the hood, feeling pain shoot up his wrist and arm.

“What the hell?” Terry yelled, as he braked hard, throwing Ghost off, and onto the pavement. He jumped out, pulling Ghost up. “Get in the fucking car,” he yelled, pushing Ghost ahead of him. “

“Don’t shoot Steve…don’t kill him,” Ghost screamed.

“Shut the fuck up,” Terry yelled back. He kept driving down the rain slicked highway.

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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 # 300

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Steve opened another can of beer, as he drove the five miles home. Pulling up on the graveled driveway, he cut the engine of his T-bird, and just sat there a few minutes. Dew was already forming on the grassy areas by the house, with a slight fog twining around the base of the pine trees. They’d left no lights on in the house, when they’d left earlier that afternoon, so that now, looking at the darkened little cabin, seemed a bit eerie.

Only unseen crickets and frogs could be heard, somewhere out in the woods. Steve had the feeling that something was watching him. “I’ve been around Ghost too long, thinking spooks are everywhere, watching us while we sleep…we’d never know…” He shivered, as a sudden chill overtook him. It seemed way too quiet…even the air felt heavy with foreboding.

Shaking his head of this line of thought, he got out of the car, slamming the door, hoping maybe the noise would scare away any lurkers out there among the trees. Stepping on the sagging porch steps, he pulled open the old screen door, hearing it’s familiar squeak. Inside he flicked on the table lamp, chasing away the gloom, in the house.

Spirit came out of the bedroom, to rub against his legs. Bending down, Steve patted the cat’s head. “Hey, cat…you hungry?” Spirit walked to the front door, sniffing the night air. He looked back and meowed. Steve knew immediately what the cat was asking…’where’s Ghost?’.

“Aww, kitty, Ghost didn’t come home tonight. He’ll be back later on, though.” He went into the kitchen to get food for Spirit. “Here ya go,” he said, setting the dish down in the living room by the couch. He hefted the 30-pack of beer up onto the coffee table, and proceeded to crack open one after the other.

After a while, he headed off down the hall to the bathroom, only staggering a little bit, but bumping into the little hall table, he knocked off one of Ghost’s geodes. It rolled a bit back and forth, as he tried to focus on it. “Shit,” Steve said aloud. From the corner of his eye, though, he thought he saw a shadowy form slither into Ghost’s bedroom.

“What the hell? Ghost?” He frowned, at the image he thought he saw, but couldn’t wait to use the bathroom any longer. He was getting jumpy, now, all alone here in the house, hallucinating things. He finished up, then peeped into Ghost’s room, just to check things out. He admitted to himself, that he was a bit scared of what he’d find. Standing at the threshold, he took note of the glowing stars on the ceiling, and the faint smell of dried roses, but saw no weird shadows. Shaking his head, he went back to the couch.

The voices in his head had been quieted somewhat, but now they returned, worse than before. Closing his eyes, he muttered, “What have I done…what have I done?” And then, he cried.

After a while, he scraped his arm across his face, wiping away his tears. He tried to get his thoughts in order, trying to make sense of all that had happened. A hand reached out for another can of beer, and in a moment of clarity, he was surprised to find it was his own, bringing beer after beer to his mouth to guzzle down, one by one. It seemed unattached to him.  He could now feel a darkness creeping into his field of vision, as his head swam with dizziness. Falling to his side, on the couch, he lay there, letting the darkness take over. Then the dreams began.

Just as before, he could see images flashing one after another. Images of his life, of Ghost, of everything good and everything bad, stopping only for a bit longer look at certain times. He felt again, the deep depression of the years without Ghost, and how he’d been on the verge of ending it all, when Ghost came back that night.

He startled awake, a bright flash of lightning struck close by, it’s silvered electricity, splitting a nearby tree. The following crash of thunder, shook the house…but he didn’t care anymore. He only felt the same crushing despair as on that night so long ago. Abruptly sitting up, he shouted, “No! It can’t happen again.”

He rolled himself off the couch, and onto all fours. Then, bracing his hands on the coffee table, heaved himself up. He almost blacked out again, but the lightning flashed just then, jump starting his heart to a pounding rhythm.

“Why are you tormenting me?” he shouted at the thunder.

Spirit hissed, and ran for cover under the bed in Ghost’s room.

“God, if you’re punishing me, go ahead. I don’t care…I deserve it. I’m a horrible person. I took a vow that I’d never hurt Ghost, again, but I have. I know it, you know it…so strike me with your lightning. Do it now…just do it. Just bring Ghost back to me one more time. I have to tell him I didn’t mean it. I don’t want him to go away.” He was sobbing now, staring up toward the ceiling. “I love him. Is that so wrong…is it? It can’t be. You put our souls together before, so many times; there has to be a reason why. Don’t let this be the last time…please,” he begged.

He’d been pacing as best he could around the living room. The electricity had been knocked out with the storm, leaving the house in darkness, again. He tripped over the empty beer cans on the floor where he’d tossed them, falling to his knees, getting back up. Hail now began hitting the roof, and rain was being blown inside through the screen door. Another crack of thunder and lightning resulted in another pine tree across the way to be struck, with sparks flying through the wind.

“This is Armageddon…or hell…I think I’m in hell…”

A sudden thought hit him. “Where is Ghost? Is he okay? Is he here in hell with him?” He had to find him, and then remembered his phone. Patting his jeans pockets, he felt it, and scrabbled it out. Trying to focus on the back-lit numbers, he punched the speed-dial for Terry. Then, just as Terry answered, he stumbled again, over a beer can, falling hard.

“Ow,” he yelled, then he couldn’t help it…he began crying…loud, heart-wrenching wails.”

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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 # 299

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Linda led Steve back over to where Ghost and Melody were sitting, there on the sandy beach.

“We’re going home, now,” Linda said. “Melody, you’ll ride back with Steve, and Ghost, you’ll ride with me and the kids. We are all too tired to be arguing out here, tonight, but in the morning, we’ll try and work this all out, together. Let’s go.” She marched back to the van, followed by the others.

Steve wouldn’t even look at Ghost, and kept his distance. As he got into his car, he slammed the door, waiting for Melody to get in, then sped off. They never said a word the whole way back.  Linda followed him down the highway toward Missing Mile. They made it back to Kinsey’s bar, where Steve dropped Melody off at the back door, then spun gravel, as he left toward his and Ghost’s house.

Linda and Melody woke the kids up, to go inside to their beds. Ghost just sat on the back porch of the club, looking down at the pavement. When the kids were settled, Linda took Melody aside.

“He’s still down there, isn’t he?” she asked. Melody nodded.

“Go see if you can talk to him. Tell him he should come in, now.”

Melody frowned. “But, what do I even say to him. I mean, Steve is being ridiculous. He’s your brother and all, but damn, he’s so mean.”

Linda gritted her teeth at that remark, then let it go. This time she agreed with Melody. “I know, and he’s not usually like this. Something must have made him snap this time. We’ll try to sort it all out tomorrow. Just right now, go talk to Ghost, please.” She heaved a sigh.

“I’m sorry I said that,” Melody said.

“It’s okay,” Linda said. “We have to hang in there, and keep it together, for them.”

Melody went downstairs to find Ghost. Coming out the back door, she then sat down by him, just to be there for him. For a few minutes she watched, as he piled up little pieces of gravel, then knocked them down. She could tell that his wrist was still hurting, though. Every now and then, she could hear him sniffle.

“Why don’t you come on inside?” she asked. “There’s plenty of places to sleep tonight.”

He shook his head, then took a handful of the little rocks, throwing them, watching them ping off the front of the van, as they hit.

“It’s the omen,” Ghost said. “I told him it was a bad one, but he never believes me. It took us by surprise out there, coming on real sudden like that. He has to deal with it, and it might take awhile. He’ll be okay…it will go away.”

“Will you be okay,” Melody asked.

Ghost sighed. “Yeah…I ain’t going no where. It just hurts when he says things like that to me. But, Melody…I didn’t mind control him. I didn’t…”

She nodded. “I believe you. I don’t understand it, but I’ve come to know that you don’t lie. Steve knows that, too, deep down.”

“I know,” Ghost said.

They sat there a few more minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Melody asked, “So, how do you fix it…this omen thing?”

“Oh, well…I could try some stuff, but he’d have to let me, and right now he won’t even look at me. He mostly don’t even believe in any of this, anyway, like I do. Well, except for the vampires and demons…he knows they’re real, but all the things our grandmother taught me…the spells, and potions, and magic charms…he don’t like to even think about them.”

Melody thought for a minute. “So what you’re saying is, until he is ready to listen to you, he’ll be…well, mean to everybody?”

Ghost shrugged. “I guess so. He never had to really think about omens and signs very much before.”

“Well, we’re all talking it out in the morning. He said he’d be here, so we’ll just wait until then,” Melody said. “You ready to come in?”

Nodding, Ghost got up off the porch, and Melody opened the door, waiting for him. He paused for a moment, staring up into the night sky. Melody’s heart lurched, as she saw how sad he looked.

“Come on, let’s get you a blanket. You want to stay in my room?”

“Naw, I’ll be in the back room; it’ll be fine, there’s a big couch in there,” Ghost said.

“Try to get some rest,” Melody said, as she gave him a hug.

~

As Steve had sped off, his mind was in turmoil. His thoughts and emotions were spinning out of control, and he knew it, but was unable to get a handle on it. He drove farther down the main street, noticing the convenience store was still open. It felt like the middle of the night already, but checking his watch, he noticed it wasn’t even midnight, yet. On impulse, he pulled into the little store’s parking lot. He went in, directly to the back wall of cooler shelves. Grabbing a 30-pack of beer, he then paid for it and left. Out on the highway, he cracked open a can, wanting at this point, only to drown out the voices in his head, telling him he was being an asshole.

“Shut the hell up,” he yelled, as he chucked the now empty can out the window.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

***

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

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

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

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

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 297

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Steve led Ghost down to the water’s edge. They walked a few minutes, moving back as the tide brought the waves farther up onto the sand. Sighing, Steve stopped to sit awhile, and they both watched the moon rise above the horizon, making the darkness of the water sparkle.

Sighing again, Steve asked, “Are you afraid of me?”

Ghost hesitated for just a second, then slowly shook his head. “No…” he whispered.

Steve barely heard the word over the rhythmic sounds of the waves, but his heart skipped a beat. He knew Ghost was lying. Putting his fingers to his forehead, he closed his eyes. “Look at what I’ve done. I’ve hurt you more times than I can count, and now you are having to lie to me, and yourself, and I know that is something you just don’t do. It’s my fault, I know that. I’m to blame for everything. Me, and my god damn temper…and God knows, I’ve tried. I’ve tried, Ghost. I’ll never stop trying to get it under control, to make things better.”

Shaking his head, and swallowing hard, he continued. “I’m not making any excuses, and I don’t want you to make any for me, either. There is nothing good about what I’ve done. I’m sorry, so sorry for all of the pain I’ve caused you.”

Ghost started to say something, but Steve stopped him. “No…wait…I wish you would get angry at me…hate me…tell me to fuck off, and mean it…but, that’s not you. I’m no good for you, Ghost. I’ve messed up your life too many times. I should have never tried to keep you…like a caged up bird or something, making it seem like you’re a prisoner, only doing what I wanted for you to do. I’m ashamed at how many times I’ve begged you to love me, when you could have gone anywhere, done anything, and had the kind of life you deserved…not full of pain.”

Ghost could feel Steve’s anguish. He knew Steve was hurting inside, as much as he himself was. Reaching for Steve, he brought him close, sobbing into his hair. …the truth hurts, it hurts so bad…

“Don’t, Ghost. Don’t try to make me feel better. I don’t want to feel better, when I’ve made you miserable all this time. I know that now. I tried to stop hurting you…I tried to stop thinking it, hoping it would go away, but it hasn’t, and I haven’t. Look at what I did, just tonight.”

Ghost raised up his head. “Steve, stop hating yourself. It doesn’t matter, I told you before.”

“It does matter. It has to stop. I have to stop, and I know you won’t…so I have to be the one…to call it off…to stop myself from hurting you…by hurting you this one last time. It has to be over…we have to be over. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I feel I won’t ever change enough before something even worse happens.”

Ghost looked into Steve’s eyes, really looked. There was just enough moonlight to see the tears on Steve’s face, his dark eyes full of pain. Brushing away the tears with his fingers, putting the drops into his mouth, he said, “You are part of me, Steve, you always have been. I would have no life, no reason to live, without you…even then, even now, forever more.”

Ghost continued to stare into Steve’s eyes, holding his gaze steady. “You won’t ever be rid of me, Steve. I’ve seen to that, a long, long, time ago. You can try, you can hurt me, you can kill me again, it does not matter. We are bonded, we are blood, we are…we are…”

Steve was getting a strange vibe from Ghost. His thoughts of leaving were being pushed right out of his mind. The thoughts were fading away. While he was trying to recapture them, because he’d said them out loud, and they were important, he was also thinking, “Ghost is in a trance…he’s acting weird…he’s controlling my mind, right now…”

It was such a strange feeling, and he was powerless to stop it. “Maybe Ghost put a spell on me, or a curse. Maybe that curse from long ago, or maybe a new one. He’s not afraid of me…uh-uh…but, I’m afraid of him…” He’d never thought about it like that, before. It was totally opposite…he’d never had any control over Ghost, but he was, and had been controlled by Ghost…to be Ghost’s puppet, his whimsy, to be manipulated…even the bad stuff. Ghost was making a fantasy of his dreams come to be real life. This was too much to think about. He didn’t understand it at all. He just wanted to make it stop.

His heart pounding, he came to this crazy conclusion. “This is the most unreal thought I’ve ever had…this is not my thinking at all, it is Ghost’s. Why is he making me think crazy things?” He shook his head, trying to clear it of the whirling thoughts. Images were flashing non-stop, faster and faster, one after the other…and still, Ghost stared into his eyes.

“How can I have thoughts about my thoughts, at the same time… and his, too. What the hell is happening?” He closed his eyes; he had to break away from Ghost’s intense gaze. “I’m the crazy one,” he said. “I have been all along, just like Melody said. She knew…she knew…” He took a shuddery breath. “Ghost?” he breathed out. “Am I dying? Is this what if feels like…everything I ever did keeps flashing in my head, like a fast forward movie, or something.”

He opened his eyes, just for a second, to see if Ghost was still staring at him. He was…and he was grinning his crooked grin. “Make it stop, please, Ghost, make it stop.” Steve’s teeth were chattering, now, but he felt waves of heat rushing into his face, at the same time.

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

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

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 288

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Steve and Melody continued to talk, as Steve kept driving down the highway toward Missing Mile. Ghost was still asleep in the back seat of the van. Then, as they came to the city limits, Steve asked, “Do you want to come back to our house for the night, or go back to the Yew?”

Melody yawned. “Oh, I think I’ll go back to the Yew. Linda may want some help with the kids, so you can drop me off there.”

Nodding, Steve drove a few more blocks, then pulled up behind the Yew. He helped her carry in the things she’d bought at the grocery store, said a quick hello to Kinsey and Linda, then he and Ghost were finally on the way home.

“We home yet?” Ghost asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Will be in a few minutes. Get yourself awake, dude, we have to carry in all this shit we bought. I ain’t doing it all by myself.”

Turning into the rutted, dirt road that led to their house, Steve sighed. He was ready to get out and relax awhile. Ghost sat up straighter, as they pulled into the gravel driveway.

“Hey, Terry’s here,” Steve said, seeing Terry’s old pickup parked in front of the house.

“Cool, he can help carry stuff in,” Ghost said.

Going inside the house, they found Terry sprawled out on the old couch, watching a movie, and smoking a joint…one of many, from the looks of it. He looked up, his eyes bleary.

“Hey, dudes, y’all back?” he asked, drawling out the words.

Ghost plopped down on the couch, squishing in next to Terry, and took a hit. He offered it to Steve.

“Later…we have to unload the van,” Steve said.

“Hey, ya got any munchies out there, ’cause there sure aren’t any in here,” Terry said.

“Yep, but if you want any, you have to help carry ’em in,” Steve said. He went back outside to get the first load of grocery bags.

Terry looked at Ghost, and they both burst out laughing. “I think he means it,” Terry said.

Ghost nodded, then got up to go help. Terry tried to, but didn’t actually make it up off the couch. He went back to watching the movie. Steve and Ghost made several trips in and out of the house, until all the groceries were brought in, and piled up on the kitchen table. The counter tops were full of bags, too. They took a minute to just look at it all.

Both of them started to say something at the same time…

“I’m not gonna…” Ghost said, while Steve was saying, “I don’t want to…”

Shoulders sagging, Ghost did find the milk, cheese, and eggs, to put in the refrigerator. Steve grabbed the meat he’d bought, and put it in the freezer. Then, blowing a strand of hair from his eyes, Ghost went back to the living room. Steve took a package of mini-doughnuts out, for them all to snack on.

“Here, Terry, pass them around,” Steve said, then lit up his own smoke. Ghost had sat on the floor, and took hits when Steve passed it to him. The afternoon stretched on like this, the earlier fright with the deer and the omen forgotten for the time being.

They were enjoying themselves, laughing and making comments about the movie, quoting lines. They’d all seen this one many times. Steve had brought in beers for Terry and himself, and gave Ghost his bottle of Scuppernong. As the movie was almost over, they heard a car pulling up in the driveway, crunching over the gravel. Steve got up to look out the screen door.

“It’s Linda and Kinsey,” he said. Opening the door for them, he stood aside, as they walked in. “Welcome, welcome to this humble abode,” he said, then started laughing. He draped his arm over Linda’s shoulder, breathing into her face, as he said, “Hi, sister.” She shrugged out of his hold.

“You stink,” Linda said, making a face. “We came to get the van; where are the keys?”

Steve had sat back down on the couch. “They’re in the van. Where else would they be?”

“Oh, okay,” Linda said. She still wasn’t used to people not locking things up around here.

Kinsey had gotten a beer, and was leaning on the kitchen door frame, watching the others. Terry was too stoned to move, staring into space, and Ghost had already passed out on the floor. He somehow was still holding the wine bottle upright.

Shaking his head, Kinsey was thinking that these were his best friends, and what a motley crew they were. Finished with his beer, he moved toward the door. “I’ll be going home, now,” he said. “Are you staying awhile, Linda?”

“Nope, I’ll be right behind you,” she said. “Steve, y’all gonna be okay? Do you need me to stay?”

“No, we’re fine, go on home,” Steve said.

She bent down, giving Steve a hug. “Love ya, brother,” she said, then stepping over Ghost, she left with Kinsey.

“You staying over?” Steve asked Terry.

“Um, yeah…don’t think I could make it home.” He leaned back on the couch and stretched. “We gonna watch another movie?”

“Maybe later,” Steve said. “I have to put all that stuff up in there.” Reaching out with his foot, he nudged Ghost. “Hey, Ghost, wake up. We have to put all that shit up.”

Ghost mumbled something, and almost turned over the wine bottle. Steve managed to grab it, before it spilled.

“C’mon, get up and help me,” Steve said, nudging him again.

“Stop kicking me,” Ghost slurred.

“Well, get up then.” He stood up, stepped over Ghost, and went into the kitchen.

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

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

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 284

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Linda stirred three teaspoons of sugar into the hot coffee she was going to bring out to Ghost.

“Come on,” she said to Melody.

They walked through the living room, and out to the front porch, the screen door slamming behind them.

“Here, Ghost, drink this. It’ll calm you down.” She handed Ghost the mug, and he gulped half of it right down, not waiting for it to cool.

“Ahh, thanks Linda,” he said.

Melody was watching from just in front of the door. She’d not come any farther out. Ghost noticed her hanging back, and knew she was upset, and a bit fearful.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Melody.” Ghost looked up at Steve. “Tell her, Steve. I never mean to, it just happens.”

“Do you do this a lot?” Melody asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t plan on it.”

“Are you gonna find out what it was this time?” Steve asked.

Ghost shrugged. “It will be more clear later, when it wants to reveal itself.” He drank more of his coffee, now feeling he was done talking about the vision he’d had.” The others were wanting to hear more, though, but the only thoughts Ghost was picking up on were Melody’s. He didn’t want to. He didn’t like what he was hearing from her.

He tried not to stare at Melody, as he was concentrating on what she was thinking, but she was staring at him, and the look on her face was scaring him. He kept sending reassuring thoughts to her, but it was hard getting through, now. Her own thoughts were too loud. She seemed to be afraid of him…wary. She was overwhelmed at all the new people, ideas, and weirdness that she’d been exposed to the last week or so, since meeting Ghost, and his…now her family. She was surprised that it felt she’d known these people a long time, but a short time, also.

“Melody?” Ghost said, aloud. “I’m not…stop saying it.”

“I can’t,” she said, then ran back inside the house.

Frowning at Ghost’s and Melody’s sudden outburst, Steve asked, “What’s the matter with her, now?”

“I’ll go see,” Linda said, and followed Melody inside.

“Well? What’s the deal,” Steve asked Ghost. “What did you want her to stop saying?”

Ghost looked confused. “She was saying I’m crazy and scary, and why did she even have to meet us, and she wished she’d never met any of us.”

“Damn, I thought she liked us,” Steve said.

“Why would she say that?” Ghost asked. “Why now? I don’t understand.”

Steve could see Ghost truly seemed bewildered. He never seemed to remember that he had a way of appearing to others as strange, and yes, a bit crazy. It was just normal for him…he was who he was, but it took people awhile to get used to him.

“She’s just getting to see us the way we are at home. The traveling and all was fun, and exciting, and new. It’s just sinking in that we are her real family now, and there’s no going back, now that she knows.” Steve said, trying to explain, hoping this was the truth, and this was all that it was.

“I want her to like us, not be scared of us…of me…” Ghost said. “I don’t mean to be scary. And, she wanted me to show her how to talk to the spirits.”

“I know, Ghost,” Steve said. “It just got a little too real for her all of a sudden. She can’t help what her thoughts are. And, she didn’t actually say any of that out loud.”

“Oh, yeah…but I heard them real loud.” Ghost sighed, and rubbed his face. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t hear things.”

Steve didn’t have an answer for that, so he said, “Why don’t you go in there and talk to her?”

“About what?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “About what we just talked about. Show her you’re not scary…weird, yes…but not scary. She don’t need to feel afraid of you, I mean, you’re twins, for God’s sake. Don’t even have to talk. Just do that mind meld thing you do. I don’t know.”

Ghost made a face at Steve. “Mind meld thing?”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah…now go on in there.”

Ghost went to the door and peered in through the screen. “They’re not in there.”

Steve just pointed to the door, giving Ghost a look.

Ghost went in. He could hear Linda and Melody talking in the kitchen. He sidled in, poured himself another mug of coffee, and sat at the table. He nervously stirred sugar into it, making the spoon clink on the cup.

Linda had stopped talking, as she saw him come in. It was an awkward silence, that she felt needed to be broken. “You two need to talk,” she said, then left them there, as she went out to join Steve, on the front porch. Ghost was on one end of the table, Melody was on the other.

“Well, they talking?” Steve asked, as Linda came outside.

“Nope, not when I left.”

After a couple of minutes spent rocking back and forth on the swing, Steve asked, “You think she’ll fit in here?”

Linda was a bit surprised by the question. “Why wouldn’t she? She’s family.”

Steve shrugged. “I know, but I get the same damn feeling that I get from Ghost…that she could just up and disappear at any time.”

Linda nodded. “Oh, yeah, I see what you mean. I kind of feel it too, at least about her. She seems a bit flighty.”

“Um-hmm, that’s it,” Steve said. “She should at least give us a chance before taking off, if she does.” He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “God help Ghost, if she does take off. He’d be a total wreck. He’s always wanted to find some kind of relative, and she looks to be the only one he has.”

Linda looked worried. “We have to make sure she sticks around, then.”

“Yep,” Steve agreed.

~

Inside, at the table, Ghost took a drink of his hot coffee, just as Melody spoke, startling him so, that he spilled half of it onto the table. “Shit, you scared me,” he blurted out.

Melody giggled. “I’m sorry.” She ran to get a towel. Ghost watched, as she mopped up the spill.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me. I’m sorry if I do crazy things, and I never mean to.”

Melody sat back down. “I know, and I didn’t mean what I said out there.” She put her hand over his. “I’m just trying to take in everything that’s happened to me, since I met y’all. I’m really glad you found me, and that we’re twins, and I have a for real family.”

“Me too,” Ghost said. “I always wanted to find someone, but never thought it would happen. Are you mad at me?”

“Mad? No, are you?”

“No.”

Melody smiled. “Then can we start over?”

Ghost nodded. “Yes.”

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

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

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

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 277

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Linda had pulled the van into the parking lot of the small police station. She and Melody sat there a few minutes, trying to compose themselves, before going inside. It was a tidy, brick building, with a glass door in front. They didn’t see the squad car anywhere.

“I don’t see it; there must be a parking lot back behind the building,” Linda said.

“What do you think they’ll do to Steve and Ghost?” Melody asked.

Linda shrugged. “I don’t know, but I hope they don’t actually put them in jail. Maybe they’ll just get fined or something. I suppose we better go in.” She and Melody got out of the van, and helped Stevie and Mandy out of the back seat.

“Now, kids, I need y’all to mind your manners in here,” Linda said.

Melody pushed open the door to the police station. Linda breathed deep. This could go either way. Small towns did things different than L. A. she knew. In front of them was the sergeant’s desk. She went up to ask what they should do next. He didn’t look too happy to have his evening interrupted, though.

Clearing her throat, she said, “They brought my brother and his friend in from up at the visitor center. Where are they? What do I need to do?”

The officer narrowed his eyes, as he stubbed out his cigarette. “Yeah, they radioed it in. They’re in back being questioned and processed. It will be awhile,” he said. His tone changed then, as he looked over at the kids, and smiled. “Got three of the young’uns, myself. Here, that is if it’s ok.” He pulled out a couple of lollipops from a drawer.

Linda smiled, relieved that he wasn’t as mean as he looked. “Thank you,” she said, and gave one each to Stevie and Mandy. “Y’all sit quite, now…we have grown-up business to do.”

Looking back to the officer, she asked, “Can you tell me what will happen, now?”

“Well, let’s see,” he said, rubbing his chin. “It’s been awhile since we arrested anyone.” He chuckled. “Sorry, well…after questioning, they’ll determine the outcome. Probably just pay a hefty fine, and of course the gun will be confiscated. Then, they can leave, after bail is posted. If there are no outstanding warrants, that’ll be about it. Gotta run ’em through the wanted list, of course. Any marks on their record, might land ’em in jail for awhile, until all that is settled. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Okay, how much will the bail be? I’ll pay it right now,” Linda said, pulling out her wallet.

“We’ll have to wait for the bondsman. He’s been notified. Should be here soon.”

Linda nodded, then went to sit down with Melody and the kids. She leaned back on the wall, with her eyes closed. Melody squeezed her hand.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.

“No, we just have to wait.”

An hour passed, and still no word. The sergeant had gone back to watching a small tv, and monitoring the radio. Melody took the kids to the restroom, to wash the stickiness from their hands and faces. Just as she returned to the main room, the holding room door opened. Another officer came out, giving papers to the desk sergeant, who then nodded.

Looking over at Linda, he motioned her over to the desk. “Ok, ma’am, the bail is set at $500.00 each. Pay that, and they’re free to go. There will be a hearing with the judge in six weeks. Basically, just a formality to close the case. But, make sure they both show up. No skipping out on it, or it’ll be a definite jail sentence. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Linda said. She handed him her credit card, and signed the ticket. Steve and Ghost were led out of the back room, then.

“Oh my God, Steve,” Linda said.

“Hold on, Miss,” the sergeant said. Turning to Steve and Ghost, he asked had they been appraised of what needed to happen.

“Yes, sir, we understand,” Steve said.

“Y’all are free to go. Good luck.”

They all walked back outside into the cool mountain air. The sun was just coming up. Linda hugged both Steve and Ghost. She could tell Steve was tensed up, and barely holding back his temper.

“Not now, Steve…please calm down,” Linda said.

Ghost was just quiet, all the energy drained out of him. Linda hugged him especially gently, trying not to bump his swollen face. “Get in the car, hon,” she said, guiding him to the door.

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

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

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 271

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Ghost continued trying to explain his feelings to Steve. His lips quivered, and he brushed the wetness from his face. He took a breath.

“I haven’t even got to write very much, and I never get to sing, anymore…and, and…too much, things get in my head and gets me messed up. I try to be okay. I try and try, and it’s never good enough.” He glanced up at Steve, and whispered, “It’s never gonna be good enough.” Putting his head in his hands, he sobbed.

Steve sat close, hugging him. It was breaking his heart, to see Ghost in so much pain. “Cry, babe, go ahead, let it out, it’s okay,” Steve said softly, as he rocked Ghost in his arms.

Melody heard them, and came out of the tent. She came over and hugged both Steve and Ghost. “Oh, hon, we want to help you feel better. I don’t know much about why you’re upset, but I can feel it. I’ve had some really down days, too. We’re here for you, with you.”

Ghost nodded. “I know.”

Linda had joined them, taking Ghost’s hands. He looked into her eyes, and she knew in that instant, she would do everything she could to help and protect this fragile child, her brother’s love, no matter what. She loved him like her own kids, unconditionally and forever. She didn’t have to say a word; Ghost knew. He took another shuddery breath, and she heard the words clearly in her head… Thank you, Linda, thank you..

“So,” she said, standing up. “Are we all gonna go back to sleep, or just go ahead and have breakfast, and get on the road?”

“I’m for staying up, eating, and getting the hell outta here,” Steve said. “How about you, Ghost?”

“I’m hungry. I’m ready to eat.”

“I’ll get it started then,” Linda said. She went to get more wood for the fire. “Melody, get some eggs and bacon out of the cooler. We’re getting this party started.”

Ghost got another cup of coffee, and sat staring into the cup awhile longer. Steve checked out the U-Haul and the van. As the food was done, Linda woke the kids. “Time for breakfast, you two.” They came out of the tent, and grabbed juice boxes to sip on. They’d had enough sleep, and were now teasing each other. With everything set out on the picnic table, they all gathered in the morning light, made hazy from a soft mist that was rising.

Steve and Linda were at one end of the picnic table, going over the route they’d be taking through Tennessee, and into North Carolina. The road would be more familiar now, as he and Ghost had traveled it the past summer.

Ghost felt around in his backpack, and pulled out his Jesus rock. He rubbed it a bit, then set it on the table in front of him.

“What’s that?” Melody asked.

“This? It’s my Jesus rock,” Ghost said. “I found it a long time ago. See, it looks like Jesus on it.” He handed it to Melody.

She looked closer, and smiled. “It does. This is a special rock. Do you always have it with you?”

Ghost nodded. “Yeah, but I thought it was lost one time, then it came back.”

“Wait a second, I’ll be right back,” Melody said. She went to the van and got out her purse.

“Here, I want you to have this,” she said, draping a long necklace around Ghost’s neck. “It’s a rosary. I have one already, see?” She pulled out the one that was around her neck. “It’s almost the same, and it has the cross, and Jesus on it. It’s so you will always have Him with you.” She smiled. “You’ll never be truly alone, and he’ll protect you.”

Ghost ran his fingers over the shiny beads and the silver cross. “I like it, thank you.” He looked up at Melody, meeting her eyes, so like his own. He could hear her wish…that she get to know everything abut him. “Maybe someday,” he whispered. “I’ll tell you things, but you wouldn’t want to know others.”

“Whenever you’re ready, Ghost. I’ll be ready to hear,” she said.

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Breakfast over, and everything put away, cleaned up, and packed, they were ready to leave.

“I’m riding with Linda for awhile, okay?” Melody asked.

“Uh, sure,” Steve said. “Let’s do this.”

They pulled out onto the little road that led back to the highway. In the U-Haul, Ghost stretched out as best he could, and played with the beads around his neck.

“What’s that ya got,” Steve asked.

“It’s a rosary. Melody gave it to me.”

“Nice.”

“Um-hum. Steve, she wants to know things…about me.”

“Yeah? Well, sure she does. Why…does that bother you?”

“No, yeah, well maybe. Some of it bothers me. I mean, how can I do this? Maybe she don’t need to hear about everything,” Ghost said.

“Oh, I see,” Steve said. “You don’t have to tell her things that you’d rather not.You can leave parts out. In fact, it’s probably best you don’t say certain things. Not everything has to be for everyone to know…ya know? So don’t worry about it, just let things happen naturally, in conversation. You don’t have to make a special speech or anything.”

Ghost was nodding along with Steve’s words. “Yeah, that sounds a lot better. I was scared to say it all, anyway. She might not understand…at least not yet.” He smiled, feeling relieved. “I’m gonna sleep awhile, now, unless you need me to keep talking to you?”

Shaking his head, Steve said, “Naw, I’m fine. I’m going to turn the radio on, anyway. You take a nap.” He turned the radio on, and found an oldies station that came in pretty clear. Ghost closed his eyes and slept.

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In the van, Linda had given Stevie and Mandy some crayons, and a coloring book each, to keep them busy awhile. She kept her eye on the road, but could see that Melody was fidgeting, like she wanted to talk about something. For some reason she could sense that Melody felt awkward, or shy about whatever it was.

“What’s on your mind, hon?” Linda asked.

“Huh? Oh, just wondering…about…oh, never mind,” Melody said, and sighed.

“It’s okay, no problem,” Linda said, “but if you want to know something, don’t hesitate to ask, or say what you want. This family you’ve landed in don’t have many secrets. We’re pretty much an open book.” She left it at that. Melody would talk to her or not…her choice.

After a few minutes, Melody tried again. “I love this family already. I just want to know all about y’all, but I don’t want to pry, you know. I mean, only if anyone wants to tell me things. Shit, I can’t even say what I mean,” Melody said, and laughed. “I guess it’s so new to me, to have a family, that I feel I have to hurry and catch up with y’all’s history, or something.” She shrugged.

Linda laughed. “Oh, I know what you mean. I’m kinda new, too.”

Melody looked confused. “But, I don’t get it. You knew your family all along.”

“Yes, I did, but we lost contact for a really long time…like fifteen years or so. I never knew what happened to Steve, so we’re still catching up, too. It’s only been a few months, we got back with each other.”

“Wow, that’s kinda sad, but I’m happy you’ve got each other, now,” Melody said, after hearing Linda’s story.

“Me too,” Linda nodded.

“So, what about Ghost?” Melody asked. “How does he fit in? He and Steve met at school, and got to be friends. Then what?”

“A lot, from what I’ve heard,” Linda said, feeling a bit like this part wasn’t her place to tell. “I can tell you some, but even I don’t know the whole story, and it’s not for me to be telling it. I wasn’t there, so you’ll have to ask Ghost. He’ll have to be the one, if he wants to. I’m sorry, Melody, all I can say is that Steve saved Ghost’s life, and they’ve been together ever since, just as friends, then later as lovers. There was some bad, bad times between them, and even though it looks like they are fine now, they are still working hard at making it work out, again. But, I’ve said enough. When he’s ready, he’ll talk about it.”

“I know, and he said he’d tell me some things, someday, but not yet. I want to know, now…what’s he waiting for?” Melody asked.

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