MichaeLuna - I'm Not Like Other Girls - Part 4 -Them!
Could Luna Make Them Forget?
He stood in the darkest shadows of the dimly lit room. Nothing could be seen of him except the intermittently glowing tip of his cigarette. When he spoke, it was more like a growl than a voice.
"What do you mean, you couldn't find her?"
"She's too clever..." The second voice was a raspy wheezing.
"You hafta be MORE clever, stupid!" came another growl from the shadows.
"You try finding someone in this friggin' shape-shiftin' world!" Rasper's patience was wearing as thin as the skeletal body hidden under his long black coat.
"Lookin' with your eyes again? God, if you weren't already dead, I swear I'd kill ya!" Growler stepped from the shadows and stood menacingly close to Rasper. His eyes, if you could call them that, were not much more than white slits. When opened fully, you could barely see the cloudy nothingness that led to a vapid soul.
"Well, I sure as HELL couldn't find her with your eyes!" Rasper prided himself on a ghostly charm of which his ghastly partner held a seething jealousy. Rasper couldn't help it. He fancied himself as the handsome one. He'd seen more than his share of the inside of women's bedrooms in life. He wasn't sure how he'd kept his good looks in death. Many a lady-ghost fancied that face. Yeah, he was gone - staring at himself in the cobwebbed mirror of his mind.
"You hafta listennnnnnn, turdstool! Lisssssen for her!" Growler drew the sound out like a hissing snake in Rasper's ear.
"Oh, I wasn't thinkin' - I mean she is so - so..." he was too lost in his lust to finish the sentence.
"Well you can't have her! You never could! Damn friggin' creep! You deserve to be here more than I do!"
" Aw - alright - I remember - I oughta listen 'steada lookin'." Staggered breathing followed. "She plays the piano, right?"
Sounds of Vengence
"She's playin' YOU right now!" Growler backhanded his partner, wrenching his neck further to the side than would be humanly possible.
Rasper took both hands and righted his neck. He moved it from side to side, as if to settle it back into place. The crunching noises irritated Growler to no end. "That was totally uncalled for," Rasper whispered. He picked up a chair and threw it at Growler's already misshapen head. Another day, another fight.
Why they had ended up like this, they could barely remember. There was a vague feeling of having known each other before - having worked together rather unsuccessfully.
Now they were doomed to this ever-worsening hell - just two frustrated, burned out, dead musicians. Both believed that Luna was to blame. She had cheated them in life! Hadn't they promised to give her ten percent of their profits? They'd captured her! They'd almost gotten her to give them that one hit song, just one Dammit! But she'd escaped!
They had planned to rule all of Popdom with that record! They had platinum stars in their eyes that she had single-handedly dashed to the ground. Drugs, alcohol, and a careening car off of a dark California cliff had done the rest. There was nothing driving them forward now - except vengeance and lust. In their twisted minds, she'd denied them success. Now, she owed them. And they intended to make her pay - if they didn't beat each other to dust first.
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Part 5 - Luna's Hiding Place
- I'm Not Like Other Girls - Part 5 "Luna's Hiding Place"
Michael cannot bear to leave her, even if staying brings grave danger, yet Luna will risk anything to save him.
Find Parts 1 and 2 here:
- I'm Not Like Other Girls - Part 1 "Luna"
Luna is unusual - her magnetism is real - her sensuality is maddening. Is she of this world or another? He aches to know the truth about her, even if the knowledge is fatal.
- I'm Not Like Other Girls - Part 2 "Michael"
Part two in the continuing passionate story of Luna and Michael - A man and his muse.