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    Dead Souls

     

     

    Dead Souls

     

     

     

    CH 3

     

     

     

    So on the way over to the inquisition it dawned on me that I didn’t think about how bad I felt…then I realized how I didn’t think about it and I felt worse. Like I was letting myself down. We where leaving the hell that was Bakersfield and from the looks of it we where on the way to L.A. I leaned my head against the window and stared out to the world outside the car. The two agents in the front said nothing to each other.

     

    “Can you please tell me where we are going?”

     

    “The Assistant Director wants a word with you?”

     

    “Great who or what the fuck is a Assistant Director

     

    “That would be A.D. Porter.”

     

    That name echo’s in my mind.

     

     

    “Now you listen to me Shane…I need you to listen ok?”

      

    “I am listening Carmen…why are you getting so serious…”

      

    “Because I love you and ….I don’t know…just listen ok?”

      

    “Alright…tell me..”

      

    “So I am not saying anything is gonna happen to me…but if it does…or if you’re in trouble and I can’t help you…I want you to go find this lady…she was my boss back when I was in the F.B.I.  She will help you…”

      

    “So what’s her name this savior of mine..”

      

    ‘Shane I am being serious here. I need you to be serious with me”

      

    “I am sorry Carmen I just don’t like it  when you talk like this…nothing is gonna happened to either of us…ok what’s her name…”

      

    “Bette. Bette Porter. She lives in L.A…..”

      

     

     

     

    So here I am thinking I was gonna get hauled into a police station or the F.B.I. station. but instead here we are driving thru the familiar streets of West Hollywood. Just what the fuck is going on?

     

    We pull up to this nice quaint house. They tell me to get out and knock on the door. So I get out and light a smoke not knowing what to expect. I stroll up to the door. I ring the bell. And this fancy decked out chic answers. She has long dark wavy hair. A soft creamy complexion. Really dark eyes…so Carmen bagged her…my girl I look up at the sky…thinking alright.

    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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