Twisted City. Rewritten. Chapter two.

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Twisted City Part two

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

 All deeds good and bad are tattoos on our hearts. We will pay for sins one day in hell. Some poor souls must pay in life and death. 

Twisted City, part 2

(Old Native American wisdom. If you look quick enough. You can see Death waiting on your left shoulder.  Old Native American Naguals don’t teach the men with hate and violence. For the Nagual can see in the souls and spirit of men. )

Tom told Coyote to sit down. He looked around and he saw big screen TV’s. A stereo system on every wall. A loaded bar filled with the best liquor. Drugs and cash on every table. His anger increased because he knew the young girls made money for the scum. He remembered what Susie told him. It was her fault Peggy fell into prostitution. She brought Peggy to Tom.  Coyote could hear the screams of Peggy. Susie watched him drug her and rape  her in the condo. The song sings in his head. ‘So much to do and no time to do it. So much to do and no time to do it.”

Tom turned to Coyote. Demanded to know where is girls were? Tom drank his whiskey watching Coyote.  Tom told him. These girls are nothing. Just flesh to be used. F**k up world control by hateful men. I have 12 girls on the street. I’m a rich mother f****r. I see the hate in your eyes. You ain’t nobody. Men who love hate and don’t give a s**t are in charge. Coyote smiled and he told him they will be here in a minute. Tom come face to face with him. He Whispered. I will kill you if they don’t come soon. Coyote reaches in his back pocket. Pushes off the safety of the needle. He reached around and shoot the needle in the back of Tom neck. Tom yelled. What the f**k did you do! He falls down and reaches out like a baby. He yelled. What did you do to me?

Coyote walks slowly around him. He bend down and whispered. Most of us will  pay for our sins in hell. You are lucky. You will pay for your sins here on earth and in hell. Coyote walked to the front door and locked it. Come back to Tom. He ties his hands and his feet up with deer skin rope. Tom is begging to be release. He tried to yell. I will kill you. Only a whisper can be heard. Coyote whispered into Tom’s ear. Did you release the young girls you drugs up? You rape and murder innocent young girls. You are black with hate. You will be in hell soon. Tom eyes are large and he was shaking with fear. He realized he was with someone more crazy then him. Coyote walked into every room till he found a bags of cocaine on a bed. He found a set of knifes from Africa on the dresser. They were beautiful. Old strong steel. The blades were sharp and he could feel the energy of a skill knife maker. He take the knife set and cocaine to Tom shaking body. He sits on his chest and he told Tom. Life is a fair journey. Many ways to die.  You gave a lot of pain in your misery life. I wish I had more time. I would give you a Apache death. Days of great pain. Not allowing you to die.  You are lucky. Your death will come quickly. He take the first knife out. The 12 inch blade shine in the light of the lamp. He planted the knife near his heart with light force. The blade slide in easier. He thank the skill artist for the powerful blade. Tom is froze with fear now. He begin to beg for mercy. Please allow me to live. I got money, I got a lot of money, Please don’t kill me. The second blade he planted in the stomach. Tom  tried to scream. The third and last blade. He planted in the groin area. Tom  tried to reach for Coyote. The knife were set to create great pain. He sat and watched Tom agony. He begin to sing. So much to do. “No time to do it. So much to do and no time to do it.” After a hour later. He begin to force the drug into Tom’s mouth. He fell in and out of a  coma. Coyote “sings so much to do and no time to do it.

So much to do and no time to do it.”

He stood over Tom’s shaking body. He slammed his boot into Tom’s face. Forcing his nose structure of his face into his brain. Tom was dead. Coyote goes to the bathroom and he shaved and washes up. He cleaned the sink. He knew he was losing his mind. He shake it off and he walked around the apartment and collect all the cash. He sat down and drank a whiskey and counted the money. He laughed as he has almost $10,000. He looked around and goes to Tom’s body. He kicks him and smiles. Coyote felt good as he left the apartment. He locked the door and wandered into the street of Angels like a ghost.

Los Angeles was peaceful in the morning. He decide to find a place to rest. A Mission was close by and he wandered in. A Native American man was at the counter. He bows and told him to find a place to rest in the back of the building. If he was hungry come back in a hour for lunch. He thanks the man and found a  cot to lay down on. His dreams were always the same. Death was talking to him. Death has a woman face. She told him it was time. He has to stop. He knew old friends were praying for him. He saw their faces. Wishing they could see his face. Then his dream would change to other places. Old Naguals surrounded him in a circle. Talking as one, telling him he cannot keep killing. A Nagual was to heal and create medicine.

He awoke by a gentle taps of the old Native American  man. Time for lunch. He shook Coyote hand. Told him. My name is Taylor. Welcome and this is my shelter. Go wash up. I believe my daughter Ambrosia is in the back. She can give you a toothbrush and some clothing. They walked to the lunchroom and everyone told Taylor thank you and hello. Coyote knew the man Taylor has a good spirit.  He felt the warmth of his heart when he met him. Taylor told  him we don’t have much.

Coyote found a young woman. He told her, he was sent for a toothbrush and fresh clothing by Taylor. Her dark eye gave him a hard look. She told him. Your clothing are clean. I will give you the toothbrush and point you to the wash area. He washed his face and went to the lunchroom. Ambrosia brought the soup and bread to him. Told him. Enjoy the soup and bread. We lost a lot of donations. Hard to maintain the shelter now. So many desperate people. Coyote could feel her kind spirit. He ate the soup and bread and he was thankful. At the door of the mission was a donation box. He put all the money in his pockets into the slot. Coyote left the mission. So many hungry people and he didn’t have the cure. But he could do a little to help.

He  went to a local grocery store and he asked the owner do they deliver food? A young Mexican told him we could if the order was large enough. Coyote told the man what he wanted and paid him. He watched the truck drive to the shelter with the food. Taylor saw Coyote from  the distance.  He bow to him and gave him a prayer. Coyote disappears into the city.

The police were called to a condominium. They called in the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tiffany Grey received a call. They told her a case which fit the description of the roaming serial killer in LA.  She told them don’t touch nothing.  I be there in 4 hours. She packed quickly and she knew her drive time would be 4 hours. She knew she has to get there quickly before all the evidence got screw up. She was pretty. She has  flowing brown hair and blue eyes. She works out often as she could. Her mind was racing. She wonder was the killer in the city still? She got to the crime scene and police were everywhere. A young Officer told her. Whoever killed him took his time. He sat in that chair and drank a whiskey. He washed up and shaved. This man must be brave or damn crazy. She told him he isn’t crazy. He know how to kill and leave no evidence.  He killed for reasons that are not off the wall. Never a good person. Only drug dealer, rapist and abuser of children. She asked the officer any witnesses? He told her some of the girls that works for him showed up. Not too much grief for this man Tom Walker. He was a well known pimp who was known for abuser and having the younger prostitutes. Tiffany told him to dust everything. Find any witnesses and pray for a break.

Coyote is waiting for his bus for San Francisco. He decided to go home to see his beloved girlfriend of many years Beatrice.  She been with him for a long time.  She never complained when he disappeared for 3-4 months trips. She kept his records and she  was his accountant. She was with him since his first book of poetry was published 15 years ago. The bus ride to San Francisco was beautiful. He allowed his mind to wander. Coyote was 50 years old and in pretty good shape for a old man. He thought of Beatrice. He met her at the pier in San Francisco. She was so beautiful and 18 years old. A perfect body and so intelligent. He went to her and they became friends quickly. She came to a poetry reading and fell in love with his words. She been with him since that day.

He arrived in San Francisco in the evening. The sun was falling into the sea and he went to her small condo facing the bay. He opened the door of her home and he heard the shower running. He went to her bedroom and he waited. She walked out of the bathroom without being afraid and she saw him sitting on the bed. Her towel dropped and she told him. I missed you and take a long shower please.

             Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

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I must edit this one better my friend. I have 120 pages to edit. I appreciate the comment and the sage advice..