The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Much like a foreseen tragedy that no one had the power to prevent, evening fell hard and cruel upon Cypress. The severe, five degree winter wind lashed through just about every living soul like the steel tip of a slave drivers whip. With only a few lampposts that shined their dim, orange hue down onto the ground, Isaac stumbled his way through the alley, making only frequent stops to vomit into any trash can that he could rush to first.

He was sleepy, hungry, thirsty and angry all at once, and judging by his wide open coat, the oppressive cold was apparently the last thing on his haywire brain. Inside his body raged a hellacious war of good vs. evil; one man's divine struggle to fight off the demonic presence that dwelt within; an ongoing battle against the dark force that longed to inflict limitless devastation.

Back and forth his regrets wandered: Karyn had a sad story of being lonely in a new country, while Lynnette was always on his back for working at Larry's Garage. Karyn hung on to his every word, while Lynnette went on and on about how Isaiah needed new clothes. He screwed Karyn, but made love to Lynnette.

With each and every maddening ramble, Isaac found himself wanting to just end it all right there in the alley, beside all the other garbage.

"You look like you're lost, friend."

A medium-sized man with a shabby looking German shepherd by his side warmly stated from behind Isaac.

Surprised, Isaac spun around and tried to see into the man's face, but not only was it dark outside, but the dirty looking individual was wearing a filthy hood that was concealing his facial features.

All Isaac could make out was the smoke that would exit the man's mouth whenever he spoke.

"Get the fuck outta here, man." Isaac slurred, trying not to fall against the trash cans that he was standing in front of.

"I apologize for troubling you, sir." The man's kindly, raspy voice continued on. "It just seemed like you were ailing."

"Man, I said get outta here!" Isaac barked back. "I ain't feelin' good!"

The ragtag man only remained in place. The chain in which he was holding his dog was rusted beyond recognition and looked as though it were ready to snap in half at any moment.

"Are you sure you want me to go, sir?"

Frustrated, Isaac began to advance towards the man, only to have the dog growl the instant the young man's feet moved.

Just then, two red eyes appeared from inside the man's dirty hood. Startled, Isaac staggered backwards into the garbage cans and held his hands up in a helpless defense from the man's sudden awful appearance.

The filthy one looked up into the pinkish sky as light flurries began to rain down. "Look at you, boy." He said in a more malevolent, hissing voice. "Sniveling like a mere rodent. You have a job to do."

Isaac's body was wracked in pain, but not to the point where he couldn't get up and run away. Immediately, he got to his feet and started for the opposite direction.

"Don't you dare move." The ragged hobo warned, pointing his trusty dog at the young man.

Out of fear Isaac ceased every movement in his body before turning and shuddering at the sight of the two evil eyes that stared him down like a feast.

"I...I gotta go." Isaac whimpered while violently shaking in place.

"I have waited for this moment for quite a while, and so far, you have not disappointed me. Now, I want that bitch and her child dead."

"Who," Isaac asked with a whine.

"Do not trifle with me, boy." The man impatiently remarked. "You know you want to kill her."

"No I don't, man." Isaac stammered.

"Don't you remember when you thought that Isaiah wasn't yours? You believed it to be Larry's at first. Then...then you changed your mind and accepted the bastard seed as your own."

"He is mine!" Isaac furiously stomped on the snowy pavement.

"You killed those girls; those sweet little bitches. Now, go on and kill that black trash and her child. You don't want her to get away with that, do you? Get away with having another man's baby? Go on, it's not like anyone could pin it on you. Just like the other night."

As if he were being dragged down, Isaac dropped to his knees in agony and moaned all over the ground. He beat his fists into the snow while gritting his teeth.

"Get away from me! Who are you anyways?"

"I am Unknown to you, but every man, woman, boy and girl comes to know me eventually."

"I didn't mean to do any of this!"

The insidious individual chuckled and said, "Your mother cried the day she went to the hospital. She cried for you, boy. But you were busy running the streets. How does that make you feel?"

Isaac looked up into the sky and held out his hands to the heavens, pleading for mercy to fall upon him.

"Either you kill that bitch, or I will." The man lurched towards Isaac.

"I can't kill her! I fucking love her!"

The dirty man reached out with a clawed right hand, lifted Isaac's face to his and asked, "Did you love her when you were inside another woman?"

Enraged, Isaac snatched his face away from the man's claw before spitting at his face. The dog stared up at its master with the most bewildered look on its face.

"I am not your enemy, child." The man reassured Isaac before taking his claw and using it to scratch Isaac's right hand. "Kill her, or I will, boy."

it to alleviate the pain. When he looked back up, he discovered that both man and dog

Unknown to you, child." Isaac heard the man's ominous voice echo softly

dripped down from his hand and onto the ground as Isaac got to his feet. He then looked around the alley to see nothing but a stray cat

against two trash cans and took notice of the kitchen light which was shining brightly into the backyard; it let him know

aching stir of how blood tasted. He realized that it wasn't him that longed for the substance, which was exactly why it turned his stomach each and every time the

urgency, Isaac rapidly marched through the backyard and onto the steps that led to the house. Before his hand could reach the doorknob, he stood and watched as the supposed broken

television was playing the opening theme to The Six Million Dollar Man. But no matter how

The sounds surrounded Lynnette to the point where all she could do was stand in the middle of the living room floor and spin around like a

was about to head back into the bathroom along with

She quickly pulled out the loaded revolver from her pants pocket and skittishly headed for the kitchen with the weapon pointed ahead of her. However, before she could even clear the

"Isaac!" Lynnette abruptly screamed. "How did you get

At first, Isaac had no words to express. He just shut

came by

able to get that damn door open?" Lynnette continued to question while

stepped past Lynnette on his way into the living room. Lynnette

"Isaac,

at?" He asked bug-eyed. "He's in the tub." Lynnette's heart skipped a beat. "I'm giving him a

Isaac stood for a few moments before looking down the dimly lit

"Uh...I gotta go

that instant. All of the sudden, the only thing that she could see

"Go away, huh?" The young woman stammered, trying not to appear upset by the news. "And just where are you

right. I got no business being around anyone right now, at least not until I get

rubbed her throbbing forehead and closed her eyes. "Get what straight,

listen to what I have

months, and all you do is just push me away!" She screamed in frustration. "What the fuck is the matter with you? And don't

can't even explain it to myself." Isaac

Larry's shit, didn't you? You've

floor until he eventually

it doesn't have anything to do with drugs." His voice began to break. "I thought my father could fix

were completely drained of energy. "What is going on? I mean, you're losing your mind. I'm hearing these little girls screaming all over the house like the place is haunted or something. Why now are things falling apart, dammit?"

to Lynnette with tears of his own streaming down his

Lynnette dropped her gun to her side while tears fell from her tired face. "What were you doing with Isaiah this

"Nothing that you think I was doing." He wiped

Lynnette stomped her foot on the floor. "Because when I walk into my house and see my man holding our son, completely naked

open, Isaac advanced towards Lynnette saying,

It stunned even her to think that she could do such a heinous thing as point a deadly weapon at the only

dried up. He stood perfectly still in front of the playing television and calmly uttered, "You know what I told you a long time ago when I bought that thing for you. Never hesitate.

began to sob uncontrollably. Unable to hold the weapon any longer, she dropped the gun

Isaac!" She caught her breath. "All I ever wanted was for you to love me! And now, you're leaving us?" She

from her face and looked up to

Wiping her face dry, she stepped forward and asked,

Isaac wouldn't respond. Instead, he dropped his head to where

me!" She screamed into Isaac's ear while placing her thumb over the open gushing wound. "How did you do this? Don't

in such a distressful state that paying attention to one thing at a time was

Lynnette could see the bathroom light flicker off and on as the baby began to whine; all the while the television was playing a commercial

to remember just where she placed the bandages within the house. "Wait here while I go

But before she could finish her sentence or even take one step, Isaac abruptly raised

floor in the process. That was when Isaac began to gnaw away at his own right hand

was horrified, so much so that she couldn't even budge while watching Isaac rip and tear at his own flesh right down to the

At the blink of an eye the woman reached down

She desperately yelled with all her might while pointing the weapon at

But Isaac was gone; all that remained was a beastly existence within the home, a former lover. Lynnette stood and watched in stunned horror as Isaac stopped biting away at his hand before collapsing to his knees in a heap.

before thick, black fur

parts of flesh that dropped to the floor. But it was those same loud, painful shots that only seemed to anger the creature all the more as its

With her gun in hand, Lynnette raced like a madwoman straight for the bathroom. But before she could even reach the door, it suddenly slammed right in her face. The lights in the hallway flickered

Lynnette's crying eyes couldn't contain or believe all that was taking place, and as frightening as it was to hear a God awful

kicked and hollered at the bathroom door while watching the hallway lights

the bathroom door and back to the edge of the living room she ran to watch the growing beast stretch out a snout. That was all the motivation Lynnette required to sprint back to the bathroom door and scream at the top

She could hear Isaiah on the other side of the door yell for his mommy, while behind her, what resembled a stampeding buffalo trampling across the floor, could be heard rounding

Lynnette raised her gun, pointed it at the doorknob and fired. She used her right leg to kick open the

and slammed it shut behind her before snatching a

that the young mother would have to make her final stand in the tiny room. She was determined to

crying, Lynnette forced Isaiah's head into her sweat drenched blue blouse

to the flickering bulb above her head she gawked, back and forth. It was a maddening experience to be trapped in. Her teeth chattered while her knees knocked together. She tried to stop crying, but the tears would not relent as the sweat that was saturating her face was also causing her to go blind momentarily. All Lynnette could see was Isaac's face stretch out and listen as he snarled at her like a mad dog. She wanted

sure to keep the baby's head stuffed into her chest while her own head bobbed up and down. The bathroom door stood still. With her breathing erratic and out of sync, the young woman caught herself uttering a prayer, asking God to please take the beast away and allow her child to live. Unbeknownst to her, she had popped

Thanks to the busted lock, the door would never again close tight; instead it would only swing back and forth. A sniffing racket could be heard on the other end. Lynnette attached to her prayer that Isaac would be there,