Chapter 1
“I killed your mother.” Those words slipped off his tongue like the foul scent of a decade of filth. I cursed him. I wanted vengeance for what he had done. Not because I loved my mother but because I was the one who wanted to rip her throat out. Feel the adrenaline as I plunged the knife deep into her chest 52 times. I wanted the taste of disgust in my mouth as I looked into the vacant eyes of her corpse. I wanted to watch as her blood scattered across the ceiling and the walls as I pulled the knife in and out of her. I wanted to hear her screams of horror as the son she abandoned so many years ago returned to **** her. I started to resent her killer for stripping me of my one true desire. Killing my mother seemed so easy. I had every detail planned from how I was going to do it to the way I was going to get away with it. Yet in the instance of walking up to her door, I see him walking out. I asked if my mother was home. He looked into my eyes and saw the hunger for ****** and he simply replied “I killed your mother. “ As I walked in I saw so much blood. I saw the knife in her throat. I saw the gun on the floor next to her. I called 911 because I knew if they could catch him I could **** him. Sure it wouldn’t be the same as killing her. I wanted to end this curse. The very curse she bestowed upon me when she walked away from me at 13 months. Yet, that ******* took it all away, and I’m going to seek vengeance for the continuation of my curse. Not her ******. So began the plan to **** him. I knew there were other ways to end my curse but I wanted to get used to the idea of killing. So I grabbed the pistol and looked for him. I knew he had to live in the alley ways of Los Angeles. This place wasn’t “The City of Angels”. It was more like “The City of Broken Souls”. This city would and could drag you into the deepest parts of a world still unknown to so many. You had to grow up here to understand the culture, the way of life, and the language the people here spoke. I was born two blocks from the place I grew up. I moved around a lot but always stayed in LA. People called me crazy when I came back. If only they knew my intentions for coming back. I knew better to tell anybody why I was here. Everybody was against you. A lot of people would sell their reputation for drugs, alcohol, and food. I knew a couple people that would most likely knew the man I was looking for. So I headed their way. I kept to the shadows so I wouldn’t attract a lot of attention. Best if nobody really knew I was back from the grave. That’s a term we used to say around here when you just come out of an asylum. I served 6 years in the asylum for brutally murdering a guy because he rapped and killed my best friend. She was so fragile and weak. She never had a chance against the guy. So when I found out what happened and who had done it. I tracked him down and began to dismantle his body. I let some AIDs infested homosexual I knew **** him but I killed him too. I cut his head off, made his legs his arms, and his arms his legs. Even cut off his **** and shoved it up his ***. I thought he would have enjoyed that part, but he was already dead. He died from the blood loss. Stupid ******* couldn’t hold my interest. So I went back and finished what I started. I stayed next to the corpse and the cops came rushing in. They saw the bodies and the blood. They were so quick to arrest me. I pleaded guilty. The judge figured I had some mental illness due to the way I was raised and grew up. So I found another guy and he started begging for his life, said he had kids, and started apologizing for whatever he did to me. I looked him in the eyes and told him what he did. “You lied to me six years ago. Remember when you beat that little girl to death? You smashed her head in. That was an innocent girl. She was 22 years old. What did she ever do to you?” He said he “I’m sorry.” I told him “Stop bullshitting me!” He said “Salvezar hired me to do it. I couldn’t refuse. I needed the money for my daughter. She has cancer. Please forgive me. I did what I had to do for her. Salvezar said she stole from him almost eight grand. Have mercy, please?” I replied “Only god has mercy. If only he existed, he could save you from the monster that I am.” He started to cry, knowing he was about to die. So I said “Shhh. Close your eyes. This will only hurt for a minute.” Like a fool he closed his eyes. He wanted it to be swift. So I pulled out all the knifes, needles, and scalpels. He opened his eyes and saw all the instruments. I told him “They’re not for you. They’re for another person in the other room. I promised you I would **** you quickly. That it would only hurt for a minute. I intend to keep that promise.” He replied “You know better than anybody that you can’t trust anyone in LA. This place is full of killers, ******, thieves, homeless, weak, broken, and pathetic people. What makes you think I would trust you?” So I said this: “I’m the only person that can bring down Salvezar. I need your help and if you die before I get more information of his whereabouts then everything will be over. I won’t be able to avenge my friend’s death and you get to watch from the heavens you so hopelessly believe in as he rapes and kills your family. So what is it going to be? Work with me or die now?” He replied “For my family, I will help you.” I replied “Good. Wise decision.” He could tell I meant what I said, and if I said I was going to **** you, I was going to **** you. He sensed I wasn’t the normal kind of person in LA. He started calling me something in Spanish, but he mumbled it under his breath so I couldn’t hear it. It sounded like “suicidio demonio”, but I couldn’t understand it. I kind of liked the name. After all I was on a suicide mission. Nobody went up against Salvezar. He was the number one person in the drug trade. He owned LA. I was basically an intruder on his land. I had a plan to tear him down. To bring LA crumbling under my power and I had a feeling Salvezar knew who killed my mother. She owed him money and that’s something you just don’t do. You owe, you pay, and you usually end up dead. I knew Salvezar since he came into power. I know all his tricks. I worked as an assassin for him for three years till I brutally killed that one guy that I forgot his name. Poor ******* though. He made mistakes. Salvezar was a clean killer. He hired people to do it for him, and he never left a trail. Salvezar was the most dangerous, powerful, sneaky criminal that walked the streets of LA. I wasn’t a cop so I could **** him more easily. My reason if he asked why I came back was “I’m coming home.” I was getting ready for it. I was going to war with LA.
Book I am writing at the moment. I would like some feed back. This is just the first chapter.