The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 27

"I need to speak with Doctor Sanyupta, please! Doctor Benjamin Sanyupta!" Jeremiah intently shouted over the phone to the operator.

With a clutter of papers in both hands and his eyes firmly locked on the clock above the door, Jeremiah anxiously awaited the doctor's speedy response.

"Uh, yes, good morning," he jittered, dropping his papers flat on the floor beneath his feet. "Or should I say, good evening, Doctor? Sorry to disturb you. I was just calling to fill you in on a couple of patients that require some much needed attention."

"I see. What can I assist you with, Doctor?" Sanyupta replied, sounding as if he had just awoke from sleeping.

"Well, first I wanted to discuss Isaac Mercer. You won't believe this, but, Isaac was kidnapped two days ago."

First, there was a long gasp, then Sanyupta appallingly uttered, "Oh my."

"Don't worry, I believe he is fine. According to reports, somehow he managed to elude his captor. Apparently he was abducted by the B.O.D. kidnapper."

"I'm sorry, the who?"

"The Broad Open Daylight kidnapper," Levin sighed while rolling his eyes. "I apologize for the acronym usage."

"Ahh, I understand. Tell me, how was Isaac able to gain his freedom from this individual?"

"It's still unknown at this time. But, the kidnapper was found murdered inside the same home where he took and murdered his own victims."

"Murdered? By whom," Sanyupta inhaled.

"More like a what," Jeremiah said. "The police say than an animal, a very large animal, killed this man, along with six others up along the Cuyahoga Valley."

"And Isaac was able to escape unharmed?"

"That's correct. I would love to know just how he was able to do so."

"Wait a minute, just what was Isaac doing up in Cuyahoga Falls?"

"I'm not quite sure, sir."

"Are you seeing him again this month?"

"As a matter of fact, he has an appointment on the 28th. But I wanted to bring that incident to your attention, as well as a curiosity. I saw Isaac last week, and I was not aware that he was bilingual."

"Ahh," Sanyupta chuckled, "I see you have come across that phenomenon as well. I am afraid that Isaac does not speak another language, rather, he is speaking backwards."

Jeremiah's mouth grew dry at that second, trying to find the words to explain his sudden confusion.

"Backwards, you say?"

too was taken aback at first. He and I were having a conversation one day back in December, and out of nowhere, he begins to speak what I assumed at first to be a completely different vernacular. I replayed the tape recorder

"And just what exactly was he saying? If you

obscene words of the four letter variety," Sanyupta sighed. "Some random sayings about blood. I believe his final words that particular day were something to the effect of structures collapsing and a fateful train ride. Once again, random gibberish. Just the rants of a person who has endured a traumatic experience. Even his very tone seemingly changed. One would possibly believe

"I see." Jeremiah slowly spoke as he scribbled down words on a sheet of paper that was lying on his desk in front

His lips were moving, but his mind was far from the conversation. Even when the subject switched from Isaac and

Jeremiah could still see the young man in some sort of distress; an agony that he himself would fear

and watched with hungry, scurvy eyes as the overweight, young white woman in front of

own skin were on fire. In his eyes there was really nothing attractive about the woman. He wasn't interested in looks, just smells. He inhaled her strong perfume with just about every last ounce of lung power he could muster until his

glanced back at the young man while gripping her purse that was wrapped around

his body

very instant the door slid open, like a passing wind, the woman sailed out and into the hallway as though

while a crass grin blessed his swollen face. Realizing that he had arrived at his floor, the young man nonchalantly limped out into the

arrows pointing people in the right direction lined the walls

correct locale,

Jeremiah choked, hanging up the

"How you doin', man," Isaac cracked a lazy smile while dropping himself onto the leather couch as

Levin, with a face of complete disorientation, sat himself down beside Isaac, took off

Without looking in Levin's direction, Isaac said, "Yeah, man. I've just been through some stuff

of an understatement, my friend." Jeremiah exclaimed while examining Isaac's face. "Isaac...I honestly don't know what to say. I...I can't believe you're here. How did you even get

all the way out here, man. I just needed someone to talk to." Isaac lethargically replied, sounding as though he were ready

"Well," Levin briefly sighed while glancing at the clock above his head, "I have an appointment with a patient in about twenty minutes or so, but I guess you and I can talk until then. I

let out a hearty, hapless belly laugh before saying, "Man, everyone has been asking me that same question since yesterday. Truth is, I can hardly remember anything that happened the other

remember? The news keeps saying that you

Isaac immediately shot up from off the couch and began to pace the floor in front of the doctor. There was so much rambling chaos cluttering his brain that pulling out one

there. Someone very

you?" Jeremiah shrugged

me into this," Isaac pointed to himself. "Just this morning, I saw how she was made, and I needed to find her so she could tell

"I take it you're referring to your so called

incessant pacing to give the doctor a

"Isaac, you've got to understand, there's no such thing

He then closed his eyes, inhaled the fresh new carpet smell of the office and said, "I think I'm ready to tell you what happened

"You mean back at

"Oh...I see." Jeremiah

settling into the leather couch. The very moment the man stopped moving,

"Me and Lynn were arguing Thanksgiving afternoon. So I got pissed

since October." Isaac steadily explained. "So anyways, I went over to her

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