The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 31

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."

the pain. When he looked back up, he discovered that

you, child." Isaac heard

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 passing by. Right behind him was Lynnette's house. Unbeknownst to him, he had already arrived there just moments before the

was shining brightly into the backyard; it let him know that Lynnette

As both wrong and ugly as it felt, Isaac couldn't shake the 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

through the backyard and onto the steps that led to the house. Before his hand could reach the doorknob, he stood and watched as

Six Million Dollar Man. But no matter how much and hard she kept looking, she couldn't locate the source of the little screaming girls that was apparently

the living room floor and spin around like a dog chasing after its own tail. It was such madness that the young lady began to cry, believing that she was

into the bathroom along with Isaiah, Lynnette began hearing something

out the loaded revolver from her pants pocket and skittishly headed for the kitchen with the weapon pointed

screamed. "How did you

first, Isaac had no words to express. He just shut the door behind him and bashfully

"Uh...I just came

continued to question while gripping her gun

her, Isaac boldly stepped past Lynnette on his way into the living room. Lynnette followed the man until

"Isaac, you need

in the tub." Lynnette's

Isaac stood for a few moments before looking down the

"Uh...I gotta go

Lynnette's entire body began to quiver at that instant. All of the sudden, the only thing that she could see in front of

"Go away, huh?" The young woman stammered, trying not to appear

away from people, and that person was right. I got no business

her eyes. "Get what

about no one will listen to what I

for the past few months, and all you do is just push me away!" She

"I can't even explain it to myself."

Lynnette stared at Isaac before saying, "I bet you got hooked onto some of Larry's shit,

coat pockets and started to pace the floor until he eventually stopped at the mantle. He stood and fondly gazed upon a Polaroid picture of Isaiah as

explained, "I got something inside of me, and it doesn't have anything to do with drugs." His voice began to break. "I thought my father could fix

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

his face. "I'm so sorry, baby girl!" He

her gun to her side while tears fell from her tired face. "What were

was doing." He wiped his eyes. "It's

walk into my house and see my man holding our son, completely

With his arms wide open, Isaac advanced towards Lynnette saying, "Lynn, you gotta listen to

that she could do such a heinous thing as point a deadly weapon at the only

Isaac was allowing to flow from his eyes 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

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

Isaac!" She caught her breath. "All I ever

Lynnette removed her hands from her face and looked up to

dry, she stepped forward and asked, "Why...why is your hand bleeding, Isaac? What did

dropped his head to

"Isaac, answer me!" She screamed into Isaac's ear while placing her thumb over the open gushing wound. "How did you

pointed to the carpet. Lynnette was in such a distressful state that paying attention to one thing at a time was virtually

bathroom light flicker off and on

"You've lost a lot of blood, Isaac!" Lynnette anxiously pleaded while trying to

finish her sentence or even take one step, Isaac abruptly raised his head and shined a pair of

young woman jumped back, nearly falling to the floor in the process. That was when Isaac began to gnaw away at his own right hand with

much so that she couldn't even budge while watching Isaac rip

an eye the woman reached down and snatched up the gun that was lying on the

all

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

cunt) He snarled before thick, black fur started to sprout

Without waiting a second more, Lynnette pulled the trigger and fired three shots into Isaac's head, exposing parts of flesh that dropped to the floor. But it was those same loud, painful shots that only seemed to anger the creature all

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 off and on while the

and as frightening as it was to hear a God awful

With every fiber of energy in her shaking body, Lynnette pushed, kicked and hollered at the bathroom

snout. That was all the motivation Lynnette required to sprint back to the bathroom door and scream at the top of her lungs, "God, please

the door yell for his mommy, while behind her, what resembled

used her right leg to kick open the door. She could feel the bones in her foot break, but that was

Lynnette opened the door and slammed it shut behind her before snatching a naked Isaiah from out of the half empty

"Shh, baby!" Lynnette hysterically hollered before pointing her gun directly at the door. There were no windows in the bathroom, which only meant that the young mother would have to make her

drenched blue blouse and waited for the

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 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

what was left of her breath. 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

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