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    Dead Souls

     

    I leave some cash for the girl and walk out of the room. I start my engine…and make that drive to my old block. The welcome to Bakersfield sign. Mocking me

     

     

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    Dead Souls

     

     

    CH 1

     

     

    The smell in the air made me feel like I was home.

     

     

    Bakersfield.

     

     

    I rode by all my old haunts…but it was 5 in the morning and no one was up. There’s that still in the air, the one you can’t take. The silence getting louder and louder in your ears. I hated this time of night. Mom was a nurse before dad perforated her. And she would always leave at this time to go to work. She would say Shane hun go on now back to bed…mouth thick with pure Dallas….when ever I couldn’t sleep (which was always) Carmen would stay up with me…and we would hold hands under the sheets…and she would lean over and tell me it was gonna be ok. And her lips would touch my cheek…and the silence would be no more cause our moans. And the sound of my blood pounding in my veins would be enough to drown it all it out.

     

    I stop at the light…take my helmet off. Light a smoke. Head for my old house that Havoc blew up. The ruins of my home…Mark’s home still here almost what is two years later? The site was never rebuilt. There is nothing of value…nothing.

     

    I knew Mark kept a place way from Curt…away from me…as if I didn’t know. So I make the trip to see if I could crash there…crash and no sleep. The sun was threatening me…making ideas seem real. Making everything bright…it takes me a while to find it…his place.

     

    I park in the ally. Climb up the stairs on the side of the warehouse. I pick the lock and step inside. The stench hits me and I scramble to find it. Food, garbage…no dead bodies thank god. I clean everything up place it in heavy duty garbage bags and open all the windows to air out the place. The bedroom is clean but the sheets are all musty to I strip them off. I check the closets for blankets. I find a few that don’t offend too much and lay them on the mattress. I unpack my stuff…just clothes…ammo..pitcure of me and Carmen.

    Comments

    1. And you were not even sure whether you should post this or not??? Are you insane? This is FANTASTIC!!!! I love your writing style, I love the story and very happy your continuing with it! Please update soon, I can’t wait for more!

    2. OOhh so amazing!! I really thought I had read the last of this story, but you have no idea how happy I am that I haven’t!!! In my opinion, this is THE best fic I’ve ever read about these two. I love it!! And you totally made my day.

    3. Gotta agree w/ Bigprisc let Carmen live, witness protection or somethin’. Glad you’re continuing this. I know whatever you have in store will be worth the read.

    4. Yeah, you can bring Carmen back from the dead [switches to uber-geek-mode] like that X-Files episode where that guy was a walking, talking tumor and he could just grow another body that could be killed to escape the feds. You know the episode, right? [switches back to average-geek-mode] I’m kidding, that would just not fit into this story at all (but witness protection, as 2BMe mentioned, sounds plausible). Anywho, the story is great. I’ll be honest, it has a different feel to it, knowing that Carmen is dead, but it’s still awesome. I, too, would like to thank alkaline for encouraging New Dawn Fades to post, because NDF can rock a mean story, and it would have been a shame if it had stayed hidden in some laptop. Thanks to you both.

    5. Oh my god! This is fantastic… I hope you don’t make Shane fuck Bette though… It is just wrong. I hope miraculously, Carmen appears from the dead or something… Please… you know like something from one of those weird ass movies… Thanks for this.

    6. Well fuck me sideways…This is all because of me? That made me so unbelievebly happy to hear…I’m also really excited that you decided to continue this story, because I love it. You are my favorite writer, so please don’t ever hesitate to post anything, ever, because it’s pretty much guarunteed that I will love it. I also figure that I should ask for some more NC-17 stories because maybe this request will make you write another amazing fic like this one. And to everyone who reads this story, there’s no need to thank me…

    7. YAY YOU’RE BACK! I express my happiness in a little jig *does happy jig* i’m looking forward to the rest of this saga you’ve conjured up (did i spell that right?) good job right off the bat keep it coming…

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