The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Completely deflated, Bruin dragged himself past the murder scene on his way back into the living room to find Fitzpatrick holding a tape recorder. He then watched as his partner pushed the rewind button and allowed the recording to play.

Everyone that was gathered in the living room stood and listened with disgusted faces as Cummins huffed and wheezed to a Chicago song playing in the background. It wasn't too difficult for everyone to figure out what the man was doing in the recording.

"Damn shit." Fitzpatrick growled as he placed the machine back down onto the glass table without stopping the recording.

"Hey, Jones," Bruin motioned to the floor, "there's a thing of Vaseline beside the couch there."

"Where's the fellow that he snatched yesterday?" One of the other officers asked.

"Maybe he's downstairs." Bruin miserably replied before starting for the bedrooms.

"I guess it makes sense in a way," Fitzpatrick mentioned while gawking about the sophisticated living room, "he's been using his own vehicles to snatch people."

"We've got a live one down here!" A voice gleefully shouted out from the basement.

Like little boys on summer vacation, both Bruin and Fitzpatrick raced through the living room, into the kitchen and down the basement stairs to see fifteen naked, dead bodies lying all over a bloodied floor, and one living, naked person curled up in a secure ball, holding her thin hands together as tight as she could while her blue eyes bulged out of her head in a horrific manner.

"Someone get Donaldson down here, now!" Bruin feverishly screamed as he got down to his knees and attempted to tenderly hold the woman in his arms.

"It's okay, honey. It's all over now." He gently reassured the girl while taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shockingly warm body.

Right around the corner at the top of the stairs was a plump, blonde white female officer. The woman came rushing down the steps only to stop midway at the sight of the sadistic death that took hold of her eyes.

"Shirley, come here, we need you to take her upstairs!" Bruin yelled.

But Donaldson appeared too afraid to make another move forward. She slowly began to back away until she stumbled against one of the steps behind her.

"Get your ass down here now, Donaldson!" Fitzpatrick furiously gestured with his left hand.

The petrified woman skittishly stepped down the stairs and approached the young lady on the floor. From there she coddled the woman in her arms like a child.

"Talk to her, Donaldson, she's a baby girl!" Bruin urgently ranted.

"Hold on...sweetheart, we're gonna get you out of here real soon." Donaldson stammered while caressing the woman's long, brunette hair.

With his hands shaking, Bruin stood back up and surveyed every corpse that was lying on the floor. Each body, including the young woman's, had deep puncture wounds to the stomach area.

Their pale, distraught faces told the story of their final moments of life. Handsome, young black men and pretty, young white women were all scattered from one end of the basement to the other. Even the overwhelming stench of the room couldn't tear the officers and detectives away from the bludgeoning sight of all the death that stared ever so lifelessly right back at them. Every moment passed by in surreal slow motion.

"There's Calvin over there." Fitzpatrick pointed straight ahead.

watched as the medics helped the young lady

by one of the medics before turning and saying to an officer beside

its stomach,

"So where the hell is this

partner, Bruin noticed even more black fur that was located next to the steps. "Yep, it came out of here alright."

at the lab was in such a hurry to get home for the holiday that they would have said an elephant did it. This fur resembles that

that a wolf did that to Cummins?" Fitzpatrick stepped up beside both

"Unless it was a pack of wolves, that's not too

one set of paw prints tracked in the snow,

"Well, let's only hope that

did so a naked man." Fitzpatrick said. "His clothes are still upstairs on

Right then, the bizarre roars of an angry animal shot out from upstairs. Every officer and detective that was in the basement pulled

into the living room, to their stunned surprise, the sounds that they were hearing were coming

Each and every officer stood in the middle of the living room and listened to the roars and growls of the beast that was tearing a

that

sound

of wood came into earshot, which was followed by utter silence. Bruin picked up the recorder and

all." Another officer pointed to the front window.

news vans and reporters all descend upon the residence like a swarm of

"Well, you're the big TV star here." Fitzpatrick sarcastically grinned at Bruin. "Go

The very last thing Bruin wanted at that stage was to speak with nosey reporters, or anyone else for that matter, but it was his case, it had been

outside onto the

"Detective Bruin, is this the residence of the B.O.D. kidnapper?" A male reporter asked with

Bruin bashfully exhaled. "We received an anonymous tip. The tipster described a black male in his early twenties accepting a ride from a man that fit our description. Upon our arrival here this

same Leroy Cummins that owns Cummins' Chevrolet here in town?" A female reporter questioned in a flabbergasted

"That is correct." Bruin shook his head. "We discovered

there any survivors, Detective?" "Just one, so far," Bruin stated. "One

"What about this

"So far, we haven't been able to locate Mr. Mercer. We're only hoping that he managed to

was found dead. What exactly was

tongue for a few seconds

"Detective, there are rumors that an animal,

at this point, but, we are working in conjunction with Cuyahoga Falls' authorities and informing residents to stay clear of wooded areas for the time being, until we are able to investigate further. That is all

and stepped back into the frigid confines of the house, leaving the ravenous reporters

"Just how the fuck did the bear story get out that quick?" Bruin

He shrugged. "Someone else probably saw the tracks, too. Look at this." Fitzpatrick said while holding up the weapon. "How much you wanna bet he used this to