The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 24

Captain Kangaroo was conversing back and forth with both Mr. Green Jeans and Mr. Moose on the television while Isaac spoke in a low, overcast tone to his father over the phone.

Dressed in the same clothes from the night before, Isaac watched Isaiah crawl and romp about on the floor with his Fisher Price toy phone while he sipped away on his fourth cup of coffee for the morning. Isaac's mind was from the TV and drifting even further away from his son.

Every so often he would stare down at his scarred fingernails that felt as if someone had pierced each of them with sharp needles.

"Isaac, are you still there?" Mr. Mercer worriedly asked.

Shaking himself awake, Isaac replied, "I'm fine, dad. I just got a bad headache. Did the fuzz bring your car back yesterday?"

"Yeah, they brought it back last night. I think the carburetor needs replaced."

Just then, a long pause prevailed. The pause was soon followed by a moan from Isaac's father.

"Son...is everything alright with you? You sure don't sound fine."

Just judging by his father's stretched out gap in speech Isaac could sense that he was stressed over his grueling ordeal. All the young man could do was sit and shut his eyes in angst.

"Yeah, dad, I just need some time to...to work things out."

"Where's Lynn at?"

"She went out to get some more medicine for Isaiah. She said she'll be back before nine."

"Isaac, just relax and let the good Lord take care of everything. You've got a friend in him."

Isaac threw himself backwards into the couch where he was sitting and began to silently

tell you later on." He flinched, trying with all

down to the church and we can talk then.

hesitantly said, sitting back and wiping

gotta go to work now.

"I will, dad," Isaac sniffed before hanging up

he hadn't heard before; it startled Isaac enough to where he even lost

"Dah," the child squealed out as he handed

battered face before taking the plastic receiver, holding it to his ear and saying,

mock conversations were customary; Isaiah would just sit and clap his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy

and forth father and son played until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder of the kidnapper,

of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one night, and just what authorities were planning on doing to

through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality as their smiling

of drool dripped down and out of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any emotion at that instant, as

"Here!" Isaiah blurted out, handing his father

as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man

"C'mon, man," Isaac struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the

clothing from off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed his boy inside the tub. With only a bar of soap Isaac scrubbed Isaiah from head to

water was all playtime for him. He knew that he should have been paying close attention to the baby

stared straight ahead at the grimy tile while listening to the little girl's scream in his head in a high pitched tone. Much like the proverbial 'fingernails across the chalkboard', Isaac couldn't help but to drown in the hellacious notion that everything that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in his mind. Even the remembrances of the grueling strain of his physical transformation had ostensibly been erased, which was hard to fathom considering

and yet, had it not been for the TV, not one person's face could

All of the sudden, sprinkles of soapy water splashed into Isaac's dead face, alerting him to find

boy, it'll turn into a

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