The twisted city. Part one.

Editing my 200 page story written in 1992.

Twisted City Part one

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

 Never underestimate fate. "When we live in sin, you will die in sin. Stephen King." The Devil may find you. 

Twisted city


        ( Men with evil and cold hearts they believe they are invincible in this twisted world. There are men with a different kinds of hate and violence. They can see into  the souls of the Demons who are roaming. These men are waiting to cut them down and sent the Demons into hell.)

The Greyhound is speeding down the highway to the city of Angels. The bus has only a few passengers coming from Salt lake City. Night have took over the old city. Many of the of the people on the bus woke up when they saw the lights of the city coming closer. John Coyote is in a deep sleep. Bad dreams are dancing in his head. He is standing alone surrounded by spirits asking him to come home. Coyote looked at his hand. He is holding a bloody blade. He screamed out like a wild beast to the sky. Falls to the ground. Then stand up with eye of hate.

He awake from the dream  and he saw the light of the Los Angeles in the distance. He always loved the city. The ghosts of people of the ancients were still here from another time roaming the midnights streets. A city based on many dreams and ideas. The city awoke his inner spirit. It was a holy ground for the people who were buried in hate. He got off the bus and walked into the city. The city was always alive. People roaming everywhere. Lonely and sad faces not looking at each other. Most of them with  no place to go. They were desperate and afraid.

The not so bad temperature of Los Angeles offered a warm climate and a  safe place to hide. Many people with hidden life and chaos tried to create a new journey. Hard to re-create life in hell. Coyote like to watch their eyes. Some were full of fear. Most wanted or needed something. He worn old clothing and never shaved  when he was roaming. He wanted to be another poor man roaming like a invisible ghost in the mist of people.

 He decided to stop and watch the people of the night. He ordered a coffee and sat across from a busy street corner. Two young girls caught his attention. They were wearing short black skirts and tight blouses showing firm young bodies. Two girls stood together. He saw their fear and  the need of two people just holding on. They were young and he knew the stories of bad homes. Too many rules and no freedom. Go to L.A and become famous. He watched as a large white man walked up to them. He is well dressed with a sadistic smile. With anger in his eyes. He tapped them hard on their heads. Told them. Make more cash than yesterday.  If  you don't you will be punished. The young girls looked afraid and shake their head in affirming they understood. The man walked away.

 Coyote saw one of the girls hugs the other girl and she whispered. We will be alright. Coyote decide to talk to the young girls and see what he could do. He felt hate rising in his heart for men who abuse and destroy these girls. Coyote walked up to the girls. He asked how are you? The girls asked. What did he want?  He told them he wanted to buy them food? The oldest looking of the two girls said. We can't. Her blue eyes did not trust the stranger. We are working. Coyote brought out a wad of money and told them. I will pay you for your time. He took them two blocks away. To a small 24 hour Cafe. He told the girls to order anything they desire. The girls were afraid and they didn't know what Coyote wanted from them. He sat in silence and watched them study the menu and he asked them what were their names?
The girl with the long red hair told him. My name is Peggy. I'm from Houston and this is my friend Susie. She is from Michigan. Susie smiled and she told him. They call me KC here in the streets. She had sad brown eyes. Her dress allowing the eyes to see her body. The bruises  of abuse could be seen. He long brown hair was clean. He could feel no hope in her spirit. He asked them how long have they been in LA? Susie told him. I been doing tricks for two years and I will be sixteen in a week. Peggy is pretty new and isn't doing so good. The girls quit talking because the pimps keeps them drugs up and weak. Both of the girls ate quickly and in silence.

Coyote felt anger grow in his blood and he wished he could help the girls. Peggy was a natural beauty. Full breasted and strawberry blond hair. Blue eyes like a clean ocean. She asked What do you want from us? He asked. Would you escape if you could? Susie told him, I screw up and ran away. I don't know how to escape and I don't know how to get out. Poor Peggy was my fault. She has no place to go. I brought her into this hell and I took her to my pimp. He drugged her and rape her many times. We are invisible now. My pimp Tom would kill us first before allowing us to leave.

  Susie has tears in her eyes. She whispered I want to go home to Michigan and see my family. A dark shadow overtake the table. A large white man with shining gold teeth stood looking at Coyote. He told the girls get up and go to work now. He asked Coyote. What are you doing with my girls?  He smiles and he told  him. The girls were hungry and I'm willing to buy them for the night. He handed twenty new 100 dollars bill to the pimp. The pimp took his hand and held it for a moment. He put the wad of money in his pocket.  With a dirty and hateful smile. Told him. My name is Tom. His eyes were shining now. He turned and told the girls. Do what this man desire.

Tom told Coyote. Come to my private place. The girls know where. Coyote smiles and asked.  Do you have a sauna? Tom smiled and said. Enough room for three. I  want the girls to take you around the world buddy. Coyote goes to the bathroom. Sit and he brought out  $10,000 out of his belt-storage. He has only $1000 left. He thought s**t I will need to go to the bank tomorrow. He sat on the commode and his mind began to sing softly. "" So much to do, no time to do it. So much to do. No time to do it."

The girls looked frighten and they told  him Tom will kill him. Coyote smiled and asked. Do you want to escape for real? Peggy begin to cry. She questioned. It isn't possible? Coyote told them. All things are possible. Susie asked. What you got a lot of money or what are you a saint? He told them. I'm no saint. Coyote and the two young girls took a taxi to the airport. At the airport he bought them new clothing. They come out of the bathroom looking like normal 16 years old girls. He handed them a package.  Both girls were dreamy eyes and didn't believe what was happening. He told them. There was $5,000 in each package. Forget what happen in L.A and promise never to come back. Life is hard. No-one can learn the easy way. We must touch hell before learning what is worthwhile. And I need one more thing. I need the address of Tom. He hugged Peggy at the airport check point. He told her . We all make mistakes and just learn from them.  Tell Texas I said howdy. She told him. My grandmother would be waiting for me. Thank you. He sat with Susie. She asked him. I'm dirty and I don't know if I'm even worth one breath of air anymore. I believe I should kill myself and make the world a better place. Coyote wrapped his arms around her. He whispered. You must live to make the bad people lose. You are still a baby. Flesh is just flesh. What matters is what we are thinking and where you are going. You will have a hard road. You must stand your ground and never allow anyone to hurt you again? Susie flight was called. She stood up and hugged him. She told him. For you my kind new friend. I will try.  What is your name.? Please allow me to know the person who care enough to help me. He smile and told her. "My name is John. She gave him a bear hug and ran to her gate.

As the Taxi drove into the city. He prepared a drug and filled two needles. The song rolled in his head. 
"So much to do and no time to do it.
So much to do and no time to do it."

He gets to the city. He is within a mile of Toms apartment. He walked quickly and see a condominium. 
His anger rises as he think of those girls.  Hungry and drugs up living in the streets. He walked up the steps and knock on the door. Tom open the door and asked. Where are the girls? It is 9 am in the morning. Where are my girls? Coyote told him they are coming in a minute. Tom walked outside and look around. He asked. Are you  a cop?  He told him. Far from it. Tom invite Coyote in and asked. How much money do you have? For wasting my girls time I want $2000 more. Or I will kill you.

 Coyote smiled. He told him. You will be paid for his girls time and more.
 This morning you will get paid for all your bad deeds.

       Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Soren]

Coyote I instantly was pulled in since I was born and grew up in Salt Lake City, Spent some time in Los Angeles as a child and lived in California for some years. Abuse, mistakes, and moving on is part of life and it is up to us to set things straight for ourselves as well as those we can help. Very nicely written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren for reading and the comment. I was station at Fort Ord, California. I crossed highway 80 six times. I enjoyed every tip.

[Neville]

.. A captivating story told incredibly well and then some .. Oh' and just like old Arnie once said 'I'll be back' .. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Neville. My last project. I have 100 more pages to edit. I wrote in 1992 in three days. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[John the Baptist]

The similarity of names might cause one to think this tale is autobiographical, but I believe we are looking at a piece of fiction here. The main character, Coyote, encounters two young hookers in LA and finds they are virtually enslaved by a vicious pimp named Tom. Disgusted, Coyote gives the girls financial help to flee LA, then goes to settle accounts with Tom. The two are talking at Tom's front door when the chapter ends, but the feeling is that Coyote is going to apply vigilante justice. This is a good story that builds up suspense as it goes along. I will definitely follow it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. This is my last book left to re-write. I have 100 more pages to edit. I appreciate the comment.

[emmajoygreen]

I wondered whether or not to start reading the first chapter of a book, but within minutes the mood of your words were and are beckoning this readers to look in to their meaning, what the core is trying to show, how a result might be reached. I will com e back to read m ore, John.. I sense a great deal of thought has gone into this post and thank you for it. (Not commenting about details, other readers must find them for themselves.. .. )

[Coyote Poetry]

I wrote the 200 page story in 1992 in three days. Now it will take 45 days to edit and repair. My last hard effort to repair. Thank you dear Emma for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.