The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

With only his left hand scaling the rusted railing of The Martin Bridge that overlooked Lake Logan, along with a pair of glassy eyes that looked as if they hadn't closed in days, Cloyse peered aimlessly down at the endless, shimmering water.Beside him on the street were vehicles both big and small passing him by, but in his mind, they were non-existent.

His left hand steadily felt not the aged railing's coarseness, but rather a vibration. His entire body felt as if it could levitate right there as he plodded along.Cloyse couldn't tell if he was nearing the end of the bridge's walkway or not, all he wanted and needed was the warm tremor to guide him through.

The more violent the sensation, the more he knew that his long journey was not in vain.The man's eyes continued to stare down at the water until his left hand began to go numb. Just as the young man was about to release, a force suddenly seized his hand. It grabbed him with so much vigor that he had to stop right where he was and just stand.

Cloyse remained in the middle of the walkway and gaped out at the expansive lake. His eyes carried him far off into the distance at a light's speed until he came to an abrupt end. Cloyse's entire body shook as if someone had grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back and forth.Somehow, not only the left, but the right hand seemed to find its way to the railing. Before long, Cloyse was hanging on for dear life to a piece of frail steel that could have at any moment given away.

Soon, after so much standing, the sights and sounds of his surroundings came upon him like an overpowering tidal wave.

A tear dropped out of his right eye as his hands slowly let go of the railing. Suddenly, all around him he became aware of his environment, from cars, trucks and bicycles, to people walking past him on the sidewalk. All the man could do was slowly turn around and become enveloped in everything that the world had to toss at him all at once.Cars and trucks were not only speeding by at breakneck flows, but in his eyes they appeared two times bigger in size.

The people that passed by him had eyes of white and fangs that drooled blood.The man began to shake before stumbling back and forth like he was intoxicated. His head began to spin, and before long he found his own legs becoming unstable. There really wasn't too much space between the bridge's walkway and the road, so when Cloyse's watery brain became too unhinged to maintain, the young man began drifting from off the sidewalk and into the street right before a white man was able to catch him just in time.

"Hey, fella, look out!" The white man yelled as he grabbed Cloyse by the arm.

Sweating profusely, Cloyse looked at the man before slumping against the railing in an ailing fashion.

"Are you feeling alright, sir?" The man asked as he held Cloyse's arm in a consoling manner.

Trying to catch his breath, Cloyse

"Who's gone?"

My sister...she gone," he pointed out

man spun around in a panic. "Your sister is in the lake?" He hysterically hollered. "Holy

man ran off in the other direction before he himself turned and began back the opposite end, accidentally bumping into other

dragged his lethargic body as hard as he could before finally making it to the bench where he sat and tried to take in as

that he had hoped he would see again. He honestly did not expect a happy reunion, but he certainly did not see her demise as being what it ended up as. He rubbed all over his newly cut hair forgetting that he had chopped off his dreads. All he could hear inside his head was Sunta's final words

he was in a meeting place of sorts. People were throwing Frisbees, playing

capture. One by one, person after person passed him until a certain homeless black man came strolling along with a

"You dere," Cloyse said aloud to

rough looking, bearded man stopped and pointed at himself, looking as if he were in

replied as

you want with me,

looked the man up and down before asking, "Do you see

man stared at Cloyse as if the young man were completely out

"You're foreign, aren't'