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.

Karyn stuttered in a raspy, Jamaican dialect while rapidly blinking

don't know, somehow I knew that you would be right here, at this place. Or

Isaac." Karyn snapped before taking

frowned, "What 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

Karyn sat back and lowered her sullen eyes as though she were distressed. "Isaac, do you really know what

I know!

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 same something is inside

It got under the young man's already burning skin to sit and listen as Karyn played

said, "I figured it was all in my head at first. My own father sent me to a mental hospital because I was acting like fuckin' fool. Everyone, from my psychiatrist to 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

descent. In a downtrodden tone, Karyn said, "I came

Isaac balled up his fists while his dark face took on a more sinister, disgruntled expression. "You don't

said, "Don't talk to me about pain, Isaac. I've had to live with dis for fourteen years. Do you know how many times I've thought about killing myself? Or wishing someone would

dammit!" Isaac angrily said out loud. "There has to be someone out there that can help the both of us! Why didn't you tell me about this before we

me? You don't just go around telling people dat sort of ting, Isaac, lest I too end up in a

hands and wiped

harder every day. Sometimes...I don't even know what day it is. Everything just keeps running all together. When I got home

"Wait a minute." Karyn hastily interrupted. "When was the last time you had a blackout, Isaac?" She nervously

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.

shade lighter right there. It was expressionless, as if she had seen her own existence shatter into a million pieces in mere seconds. "Isaac," she stammered, "de blackouts mean dat de cycle is beginning all over

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

Karyn's hands trembled on the table. "It wants to feed again,

"No...no," Isaac loudly resisted with huge tears falling from his

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 de demon takes

the while keeping a cautious eye on Isaac. "Stay away from people, Isaac. Don't go back

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

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

go of me!" Karyn barked while snatching her arm

Isaac watched the woman storm out of the diner before following in behind her in the hopes of grabbing her

the snow, Isaac chased after Karyn, only to miss

car, bitch!" Isaac insanely yelled as he pounded on the driver side window. "Please help

But rather than stop, Karyn only put the car in drive and tore out of the

ran to his father's 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 behaving irrationally all day long. The old, worn down car wasn't equipped to handle a long haul to Cuyahoga

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

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 boots. The man stood in the middle of the

think it's the carburetor." Isaac grunted as he lifted his

I have a shop right down the road from here. I could get your car looked at if you want." The

Isaac was too enthralled with catching Karyn, who by then was at least a mile away, to think twice about taking a ride from a total stranger. At that juncture,