The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Without hesitating a second longer, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number. Levin waited as five dial tone's burped into his ears.

"Yes, this is Doctor Jeremiah Levin. I am partnered through the Ashlandview Psychiatric Center. I was wondering if I could speak with a Doctor Morgan Shields, please."

Levin waited for at least five of the longest minutes of his life for the anticipated doctor to answer while listening to Barry Manilow's, 'I Write The Songs', over the line.

"This is Doctor Shields. To whom am I speaking?" The man seriously spoke.

"Yes," Levin coughed, "this is Doctor Jeri Levin. How are you today, sir?"

"Quite well, sir." He heavily exhaled, sounding as though his time were being wasted. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I am here looking over a patient's x-rays, and if I'm not mistaken, you were the presiding physician when this young man was brought into your emergency room three months ago."

to be a bit more specific than that, Doctor

Mercer. He was the young, black male that was brought in following the animal attack on

first there was a breathing pause over the phone, until Doctor Shields woke up and said, "Now I remember. Yes, quite a bizarre tragedy if I recall. You don't exactly forget

some...abnormalities, concerning his bone structure." Levin gulped. "Doctor, if I may ask, was Isaac beaten before he was rushed in

"Yes, Doctor Levin, this young man was quite a puzzle to us all that morning. We all believed that he too was attacked by this so called animal, but there were absolutely no scars, or even a scratch on him. He was soaking in

"Had been," Levin questioned. "Can you

"It's still a mystery to myself, but it seems as though this young man's entire bone structure had been...reconfigured, and then restored all over again. If you notice in the x-rays that I took that morning, certain joints seemed to have, pardon my illiteracy, come apart. His muscles also went through a tremendous amount of trauma as well. It looked as if he had lifted weights for a whole week straight, non-stop. You could actually feel the soreness in them. He kept on crying

long, drawn out trance the deeper he gazed at the three x-rays. If Doctor Shields had no clear cut explanation, then he too was completely

"Are you still there,

sir." Levin coughed himself back. "I apologize; I guess I got a little

"Is

"Physically,