The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

"Good morning. I'm Helen Lewis with Action Seven News. We are pre-empting our regularly scheduled programming to bring you this live report. I'm here on the campus of Cypress State Community College where yet another kidnapping has just taken place here just twenty minutes ago.

Twenty-two year old Gloria Cohen was abducted right here, in front of this vending machine by the elusive B.O.D. Kidnapper According to eyewitnesses, Gloria, who is a psychology major here at the college, left one of her classes. Her schoolmates say that she stops here every day to purchase a candy bar and a soda. One moment everything is fine, and then the next moment, Gloria is heard screaming while being snatched away by a large man wearing a blue ski mask. This man grabbed Gloria, tossed her into a blue Ford van and took off down Charleston Street.

Members of the Cypress State basketball team chased after the van, but to no avail, as the vehicle sped away down the road. Gloria's abduction makes this the sixteenth kidnapping by the same individual. We got a chance to speak with some of Gloria's classmates. Sir, can you tell us just what took place here?"

"I don't know...it all happened so fast. One second, Gloria was by the vending machine, then you turn your head for one moment, and she's gone. Just like that. Where are the police when something like this happens? What are our parents paying takes for when the cops aren't even around to protect people?"

"Okay, obviously a very distraught young man, indeed. Ma'am, were you able to describe the individual that snatched Gloria away."

"He was wearing a blue ski mask and black gloves! He just picked her up like a baby and threw her into the van! He was tall! I don't know, maybe six-foot four or five! I can't believe this is happening! Gloria is such a nice person! Who would do such a thing?"

"Well, as you can see, tensions are high here at Cypress State. We will keep you apprised of this tragic situation as it unfolds. For Action Seven News, I'm Helen Lewis. We now send you back to The Jokers Wild."

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Isaac Mercer. Six foot. Dark brown skin. Low cut hair; a pair of brown jeans, and amber eyes that shined like shards of crystal in the dark.

One by one, Isaac neatly placed articles of clothing into his blue suitcase while listening to the disorderly commotion outside his room.They were the white noises that he would be taking home with him. Sounds of disturbed patients screaming and moaning for no apparent reason other than the want of attention.

From his room he could smell the cafeteria preparing lunch for the day; macaroni and cheese, tapioca, and his favorite, beef stew.

As he placed his last pair of Fruit of the Loom underwear into the suitcase, Isaac paused and glanced over at the picture of his mother that was sitting on the nightstand next to his made bed. He reached over, picked up the frame and glared deeply into the woman's smiling face.

Almost instantly, Isaac himself began to smirk as though she would be waiting for him the moment he walked out of the building.

Gently, Isaac packed the frame into his suitcase before reaching over and taking the photo of his longtime girlfriend and young son. His body could hardly contain itself from the overwhelming feeling it had in knowing that in only an hour's time he would be seeing them once again.

Isaac couldn't count how many times he had masturbated to his lady's image before falling asleep at night, or just the thought of holding his little boy in his arms as though he were a newborn all over again. It all made his body jitter with unbridled elation.

"Hey, man." A muscular, bearded black man came into Isaac's room with a brown paper bag in hand.

"Hey, what's up?" Isaac smiled as he gave the man their daily, five point "ghetto" hand shake.

"Not much, just thought I'd stop by and give you this before you left." The orderly remarked as he handed Isaac the bag.Isaac took the bag and reached inside to find a carton of oatmeal cream pies.

He snickered and said, "Thanks, brother. I'm gonna need these for that long trip home."

"I sure as hell ain't gonna miss sneaking those things to you at two in the morning!" The orderly laughed out loud.

"I hear you, man!" Isaac laughed back. "Listen, I really appreciate everything you've done for me since I was here."

"That's my job, my man." He shrugged. "You just make sure you take care of that woman and son of yours."

"Will do," Isaac said as he slapped hands with the man once again. "You gonna come and meet my dad before we leave out?"

Mr. Reynolds' bed." The orderly sighed. "You know how that

do the same." Isaac grinned as he watched

closet door. He couldn't explain why the image seized

Skittishly, he approached the mirror and stared deeply into his own strange looking eyes, the same eyes he had been carrying with him since last November. He then took

ready for the next patient's arrival.The odor or feces began

"Ahh, Isaac my friend." Doctor Sanyupta called out as both he and Doctor Levin rounded the corner. "I see you are ready

grinned."Before you leave I would like for you to meet Doctor Jeremiah Levin. He will be taking

Levin greeted with a smile and a

good." Isaac

"Doctor Levin will be meeting with you at his office in Ligon in a few days. Anything you need you will

am very proud of you, young man." Sanyupta beamed. "You're recovery

blush. Suddenly, the heavy weight of his suitcase seemed almost inconsequential."Well, we

"Goodbye,

"So long, Isaac," Levin said as he shook Isaac's hand once more before following in behind Sanyupta down

sounds of men and women groaning and crying for someone to assist them.Isaac turned and began walking in

ahead, just mere feet away, seemed like crossing an ocean as the rackets increased with every room that he passed by. Isaac twisted the knob, pushed open the door and then shut it behind

enchanting harmonies of Glen Miller's, 'Moon Love' cooed into

a late fiftyish, portly black man who was writing on a notebook pad. Instantly,

he was using, and without saying a word, the large gentleman grabbed Isaac into his arms and hugged the life out of him."How

he dropped his suitcase to the floor, straightened his white undershirt and

hand and said, "Cut that mess out, boy. Any weight I've lost is in my head. C'mon and let's go home." The man

"Is it real

you won't catch your death out here." Father replied, holding

Isaac stepped out of the warm confines of Ashlandview his entire body surged with shocking electricity. It was well below ten degrees that cloudy morning, but Isaac could feel nothing inside of him except serene and

one ever called it home.The customary odors of urine, stale vegetables and soiled linen were all replaced with the aroma of a

at Ashlandview was short. Over the time he was there the young man had been inundated with stories from other residents and orderlies about how horrible

Isaac wasn't much of a praying man, but he made sure to thank God every day for pulling

men stepped over sheets of ice and snow on their way to a brown, 1972 Ford Pinto that

"I thought you were gonna get a brand new car, dad." Isaac mentioned as he climbed

trying to recover from all that Christmas

way for you." Isaac offhandedly jibed."You know better than to test the Lord," Isaac's father

that his father had a lot of questions to ask, notably inquiries about his condition. Isaac wasn't looking forward to any of them,

last month?" Father asked as he cut on the car's

smiled. Minnesota ain't never gonna win a title. Everybody up in that place was goin' crazy. Even Sanyupta had

Father frowned. "What does he need money for? He's

just for fun. Isaac

Isaac's father relented while worriedly glancing over at his

Isaac immediately directed his attention to the window beside him and said from out of the side of his mouth, "Uh, Doctor Sanyupta said that it may have something to do with trauma. Almost like

disbelief. "Well, I've heard of hysterical blindness, but I ain't never heard of someone's eye color just up and changing overnight like yours