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."

to alleviate the pain.

"I am Unknown to you, child." Isaac heard

see nothing but a stray cat passing by. Right behind him was Lynnette's house. Unbeknownst to

of the kitchen light which was shining brightly into the

Isaac couldn't shake the aching stir of how blood tasted. He realized that it wasn't him that longed for the substance, which

the steps that led to the house. Before his hand could reach the doorknob, he

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

do was stand in the middle 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

head back into the bathroom along with Isaiah, Lynnette

skittishly headed for the kitchen with the weapon pointed ahead of her. However,

abruptly screamed. "How did you get that

At first, Isaac had no words to express. He

"Uh...I just came by to see

door open?" Lynnette continued to question

the living room. Lynnette

"Isaac, you

He asked bug-eyed. "He's in the tub." Lynnette's heart skipped a

before looking down the dimly lit hallway that led to

"Uh...I gotta

entire body began to quiver at that instant. All of the sudden, the only thing

woman stammered, trying not to appear upset

"Someone told me to stay away from people, and that person was 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, Isaac? What the fuck are you talking

what I have to say, and all that

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

can't even explain

you got hooked onto some of Larry's shit, didn't you? You've done gone and

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 Isaiah

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

Isaac?" Lynnette wearily moaned as if she were completely drained of energy. "What is going on? I mean, you're losing your mind.

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

her side while tears fell from her tired face. "What were you doing with Isaiah this morning, Isaac?"

I was doing." He wiped his eyes.

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

open, Isaac advanced towards Lynnette saying, "Lynn,

such a heinous thing as point a deadly weapon at the only man she ever loved, or that even the notion of pulling the trigger would even enter her mind to begin with, but she was terrified of Isaac, more so at that

Immediately, the tears that 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 bought that thing for you. Never hesitate. When you get the chance, you pull the trigger...and never look

covered her mouth with her left hand as she began to sob uncontrollably. Unable to hold the weapon any longer, she dropped the gun

ever wanted was for you to love me! And now, you're leaving

from her face and looked up to notice blood oozing from

she stepped forward and asked, "Why...why

respond. Instead, he dropped his head to where Lynnette

over the open gushing wound.

state that paying attention to one thing at a

could see the bathroom light flicker off and on as the baby began to whine; all the while the

Isaac!" Lynnette anxiously pleaded while trying to remember just where she

even take one step, Isaac abruptly raised his head and

when Isaac began to gnaw away at his own right hand with the sharp fangs that were steadily

so much so that she couldn't even budge while watching Isaac rip and tear at his own flesh right

woman reached down and snatched up the gun that

with all her might while pointing the

as Isaac stopped

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

that dropped to the floor. But it was those same loud, painful

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 shrieks of the little girls that she had been hearing

believe all that was taking place, and as frightening as it was to hear

shaking body, Lynnette pushed, kicked and hollered at the bathroom

out a snout. That was all the motivation Lynnette required to sprint back to

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

at the doorknob and fired. She used her right leg to kick open the door. She could feel

opened the door and slammed it shut behind her before snatching a naked Isaiah from

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

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

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

down. The bathroom door stood still. With her breathing erratic and

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 her prayer that Isaac

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