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."

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

Isaac heard the man's ominous voice echo softly in the

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 ghastly fiend

up against two trash cans and took notice of the kitchen light which was shining brightly into the backyard; it let him know that Lynnette hadn't gone to bed

it wasn't him that longed for the substance, which was exactly why it turned his stomach each and every time the raw

led to the house. Before his hand

she was done skulking about in there, she hysterically scampered into the living room where the television was playing the opening theme to The 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 coming from within the small house she and her son were inside

of 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 losing her

back into the bathroom along with Isaiah, Lynnette began

the kitchen with the weapon pointed ahead of her. However, before she could even clear the kitchen's threshold,

Lynnette abruptly screamed. "How did you

to express. He just shut the door behind him and bashfully

"Uh...I just came by to see

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

her, Isaac boldly stepped past Lynnette on his way into the living room. Lynnette followed the man until she came face to face with

"Isaac,

the tub." Lynnette's

Isaac stood for a few moments before looking down the dimly lit hallway that led to the

"Uh...I gotta

the sudden, the only thing that she could

The young woman stammered, trying not to appear upset by

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

Lynnette rubbed her throbbing forehead and closed her eyes. "Get what straight, Isaac? What the

no one will listen to what I have to say, and all that does is

is just push me away!" She screamed in frustration. "What the fuck is the matter with you? And don't stand there and tell me that it's too

"I can't even

bet you got hooked onto some of Larry's shit, didn't you? You've done gone and got all fucked up on that heroin, and now

slipped his hands into his 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

anything to do with drugs." His voice began to break. "I thought my father

Lynnette wearily moaned as if she 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

of his own streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, baby girl!" He wailed out

from her tired face. "What were you doing with Isaiah

that you think I was doing." He

and see my man holding our son, completely naked in the middle of

advanced towards Lynnette saying, "Lynn, you gotta listen

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

stood perfectly still in front of the playing television and calmly uttered, "You know what I told

began to sob uncontrollably.

I ever wanted was for you to love me! And now, you're leaving us?" She

her face and looked up to notice blood

her face dry, she stepped forward and asked, "Why...why

Isaac wouldn't respond. Instead, he dropped

open gushing wound. "How did you do

that paying attention to one thing at a

light flicker off and on as the baby began to whine;

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

she could finish her sentence or even take one step, Isaac abruptly raised his head

Shocked at the sight, the 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 the sharp fangs that

Lynnette was horrified, so much so that she couldn't even budge while watching Isaac

blink of an eye the woman reached down and snatched up

"Isaac!" She desperately yelled with all her might while

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

"llik eht tnuc!" (Kill the cunt) He snarled before thick, black fur

was those same loud, painful shots that only seemed to anger the creature all the more as its growling grew more animalistic. Soon, bones started to stretch, snap and break, forming both claws

her face. The lights in the hallway flickered off and on while the shrieks of the little girls that

as frightening as it was to hear a God awful brute in

fiber of energy in her shaking body, Lynnette pushed, kicked and

stretch out a 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 fucking help

hear Isaiah on the other side of the door yell for his mommy, while behind her, what resembled a

kick open the door. She could feel the bones in

and slammed it shut behind her before snatching

"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 final stand in the tiny room. She was determined to die before she let anything destroy her

muffle the angry crying, Lynnette forced Isaiah's head into her sweat drenched blue blouse and waited

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

Then, just like that, the light stopped flashing, while the growling noises apparently ceased. Lynnette made 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 a blood vessel in her left eye, which

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

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