The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Late afternoon, the following day

Isaac didn't lie when he told Lynnette that he would be going job hunting. He had been up since five a.m. racing from one end of Cypress to the other in his father's car in search of employment.

If it wasn't Dairy Queen then it was other shops or even the local car wash scene. When he had exhausted every ounce of patience and ink in his pen from filling out countless job applications, he fled town.

It took him well over an hour to reach Summit County. His slow timing wasn't due to the snow covered roads, the city cleanup crews did a fairly decent job in removing a lot of the snow that had fallen overnight, it was his fear that caused a lackadaisical right foot to barely touch the gas. The brooding expression on his exhausted face would have suggested that he would have rather been anywhere else in the world at that stage than to be on the long road that he found himself traveling upon.

The bright sun caused its rays to glare off the white blanket of snow that covered the vast farmland he was passing by. The strong shimmer would have caused anyone else to pull down the visor to shield their eyes, but instead, Isaac chose to allow the warmness to soothe his emotionally battered skin, hoping to gain a measure of calm from the breath of God in the process.

Just up ahead, a few yards to the left, Isaac caught sight of a small diner with a rotating sign on top of the roof that read 'Scats'. Right then, Isaac's stomach began to grumble all over again, just as it had been doing all day, off and on.

He pulled his father's car into the full parking lot, parked and glanced over to his right to see the same green Monte Carlo sitting only two spaces down. He turned off the vehicle's ignition and listened as it putted and sputtered for at least a minute before finally shutting down. Then, with about as much determination as he could assemble, Isaac loosened his black Sunday tie, climbed out and marched towards the diner's front door as though he were heading straight for an old west showdown of sorts. He unzipped his stuffy coat and snatched out the bottom half of his white, button down dress shirt for more comfort.

The instant he opened the door, The Eagles', 'Hotel California' could be heard playing on the cheap stereo system that was mounted on a table in a corner behind the lunch counter. The aromas of French fries and eggs pleasantly filled the entire restaurant.

"Just go ahead and have a seat anywhere, sweetheart, and I'll be with you in a moment!" A perky, young white woman said while carrying hot plates of food from one end of the diner to the other.

Isaac wasn't in search of a seat; his eyes were transfixed on the hungry characters that inhabited the busy establishment. From left to right sat nothing but white people of different ages, sexes and sizes, not one minority face could be found.

As Isaac began to lurch deeper into the diner it suddenly donned on him to look towards the women's bathroom. She was there; her car was still parked outside. She was the only person in the world that Isaac knew that drove a bright green Monte Carlo.

He stood at the counter, only a few feet away from the women's restroom. The young man patiently watched as two young white girls came out, laughing and giggling about a boy they both liked from school. The longer he waited, the more some of the patrons started to gawk his way, wondering just what the peculiar black man was doing leaning near the women's bathroom.

Suddenly, after watching three more women step out, from behind the door a dark skinned black woman appeared, wiping her hands dry with a paper towel.

At the snap of a finger, Isaac snatched her by her right arm and harshly whispered, "We need to talk."

The startled woman dropped her wet towel to the floor while looking up at Isaac as though he were bigger than life itself. Isaac could tell that she no more wanted to see him than he did her; but even she had to realize that their meeting was as inevitable as the coming of another day.

"I didn't know you were still here, Karyn." The young waitress smiled as she walked behind the counter. "Were you two going to have supper together?"

"Yeah, we're gonna have a seat for a moment." Isaac adamantly replied before practically dragging Karyn over to an empty booth and sitting down.

The two of them sat and stared each other down with cold, steel glares in their amber eyes, as if they wanted to explode all over the other at any second. Karyn pressed her quivering lips together as tight as she could. In a disgraceful manner, she cut her eyes away from Isaac's firm face.

"Well," the waitress said as she approached the table with a pencil and pad in hand, "what can I get for you two?"

Without even looking in her direction, Isaac sternly responded, "Give us a moment. We still gotta think about it."

The waitress turned up her nose and simply walked away, leaving two frightened individuals awaiting the other's words to exit their throats.

"How did you find me?" Karyn stuttered in a

I knew that you would be right here, at this place. Or did you forget about

snapped before

do I want? Bitch, look at my fuckin' eyes! Ever since you and I fucked, I've been going out of my damn mind. And don't you sit there and look at me like I'm crazy. Your ass never stuck around after that night at your friends'

though

"Hell yeah I know!

"Stop," Karyn forcefully pointed. "Before you even say another word, just stop, and listen to yourself. How do you know for sure what you saw dat night? How do you know dat

young man's already burning skin to sit and

my dad, convinced me that it was all in my head, and I believed it, too. That is until I ran into your ass yesterday. Now...now I know what happened was for real. I know what I felt that night. It took weeks for my body to

its timely descent. In a downtrodden tone, Karyn said, "I came to America three years ago, hoping to find some way to...rid myself of this. But, it only seemed like it became worse once I got here. I never meant

balled up his fists while his dark face took on a more sinister, disgruntled expression. "You don't forget that kind of pain that I went through

Karyn twisted her head around and said, "Don't talk to me about pain, Isaac. I've had to live with dis for fourteen years.

be someone out there that can help

You don't just go around telling people dat sort of ting, Isaac, lest I too end up in a mental institution. Besides, I'm not de one who chose to cheat on my girlfriend. Dat was

a sense of both anxiety and frustration, Isaac covered his face with his gloved hands and wiped tears away from his eyes. With every passing moment

keep myself together, but it's getting harder every day. Sometimes...I don't even know what day it is. Everything just

"Wait a minute." Karyn hastily interrupted. "When was

side to side, Isaac replied, "I don't know, I think I had one yesterday in church. One minute my father was preaching, then...there's this wide gap in my brain.

right there. It was expressionless, as if she had seen her own existence shatter

"Cycle, what the fuck is a cycle? What are you talkin' about?" Isaac helplessly threw his hands into the

trembled on the table. "It wants to feed again, Isaac.

Isaac loudly resisted with huge tears falling from his eyes. "Do you mean that I'm

"The demon has lain dormant inside of you for de past few months. It has been resting, and it will continue to do so until it is ready to feed again. Sometimes it will hibernate for weeks, months or even years. I went a full four years without changing before. I figured dat maybe it went away, dat is until de blackouts. It's like

to slide out of her seat, all the while keeping a cautious eye on Isaac. "Stay away from people, Isaac. Don't go back home." She sobbed as she stood up

Isaac, too, rose and grabbed Karyn by the arm." You need to tell me how to stop this!"

Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing to watch in amazement the unfolding events

"Let go of me!" Karyn

the diner before following in behind her in the hopes of grabbing her once

careful not to slip and fall in the snow, Isaac chased after Karyn, only to miss her by inches before she was able to

the car, bitch!" Isaac insanely yelled as

Karyn only put the car in drive and

car and tried to start the engine. He repeatedly twisted the key, but all the vehicle wanted to do was sputter and whine. It had been

pulled the hood's release lever, got out of the vehicle and inspected the supposed dilemma. Desperately, he pulled a

A heavy, velvety voice said from behind. Isaac spun around to see a stocky, middle-aged white man dressed in a fancy coffee colored long winter coat, a smoke grey fedora and a pair of tight blue jeans and brown cowboy

"Uh, yeah, I think it's the carburetor." Isaac

dark, my friend, especially when all the truckers get here. I have a shop right down the road from here. I could get your car looked at if you want." The man kindly

mile away, to think twice about taking a