Ghostfinders 03 -Ghost of a Dream

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    “There’s more to life than flesh,” Alistair said finally. “Here, in this theatre, generations of actors and audiences have celebrated all the glories of the human heart and soul. Monday to Friday, twice on Saturdays. The theatre celebrates all the things…that life is for. The things more important than life, that make being human worthwhile. The great Dream of Humanity. What is flesh in the face of that?”
    “Don’t get cocky, little ghost,” said the Faust, breathless with shock, glaring desperately about him. “There’s more to power than sheer strength of numbers. All of you together are no match for me! I’m the Faust! I’m not just flesh; I am the force that gives flesh form and meaning and appetite. I’m alive; and you’re dead!”
    “And that…is why it will take both body and spirit,the living and the dead working together, to stop you,” said Kim Sterling, the ghost girl.
    They all looked round at the unexpected voice, and another aisle opened up among the massed spirits on the stage so that Kim could walk through them, to stand before JC. She smiled at him, and, after a moment, JC smiled back at her.
    “You always did know how to make an entrance, Kim.”
    “Hello, love,” said Kim. “Miss me?”
    “You know I did,” said JC. “I almost died without you. Where have you been, all this time? That was you, at the railway station, wasn’t it?”
    “Of course,” said Kim. “You didn’t think I’d leave, walk off and abandon you, did you? But answers will have to wait. There is business to be done here. The Faust must be dealt with. Nasty little thing that he is. We have to do this together, JC. Your flesh and my spirit against the simple brutal thing that is the Faust. Are you ready, my love?”
    “Always,” said JC.
    “Brace yourself,” said Kim.
    She walked forward, into JC’s body, until she overlapped him completely, combining her ghostly self with his physical form. Joining the two of them together, into a whole far more than the sum of its parts. JC cried out, in shock and pain and awe, as his whole body glowed with the same golden glare as his eyes. And both the living and the dead had to turn their faces aside, away from that blinding, brilliant, otherworldly light.
    JC and Kim advanced on the Faust, and the ghosts fellback as something moved through them, shining like a star fallen to the earth. The Faust cried out. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t back away, held where he was by the power in that light. JC and Kim stopped, right before the Faust, and dropped one heavy hand onto his shoulder. And the Faust cried out again, in agony and horror, as his whole body shook and shattered under that unbearable touch.
    He crumbled and fell apart, collapsing in upon himself like the artificial construct he was, like a statue struck by a hundred hammers. He fell into pieces, which melted and ran away, dissipating into streaky mists that hung heavily on the still air, before reluctantly disappearing. His face hung on stubbornly, hanging together on the top of the pile till the very last, through some awful act of will, his glaring eyes fixed on JC and Kim. When he spoke, at the last, his voice seemed to come from far and far-away.
    “I won’t go,” he said. “I can’t go, not yet. Not till I’ve had my say. One last chance to strike at you, JC, and hurt you. I have enough strength left for that.”
    “Stamp on him, JC,” said Happy. “Shut the bastard up. He doesn’t have anything to say that you need to hear.”
    “No,” said JC and Kim, with both their voices. “He knows things.”
    “I didn’t sell my soul for power,” said the Faust’s face, already drifting away at the edges. “I sold my body to be free from the limitations of the flesh, and of the spirit. For a better soul, not trapped within the body. Already my master is calling me away, to a place where you can’treach me. Where he will set me up again, as something new and even more powerful. The new flesh, the bad flesh. You’ll see! Oh, don’t look so disappointed, JC. We’ll meet again. After all, we have so much in common. Because you’re no more real than I am!”
    “What are you talking about?” said JC.
    “You haven’t been real since the Outside reached down and touched you in the Underground! Don’t you get it, JC? You died down there, on that demon train; and the Outside brought you back!”
    “Why?” said JC and Kim. “Why would it do that?”
    “For its own