The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Lynnette sat up against the corroded steel barrier of the rail bridge while listening and feeling the 6:15 roar by above both her and a snoring Cloyse. The young man was sleeping away on a cardboard slat that he had carved out for himself the night before. Lynnette could tell that his so called rest was anything but. He tossed, turned and threw a couple of fists in the air ever since falling asleep.

But as for Lynnette herself, even if she wanted to, she couldn't shut her eyes. No matter where she turned there was something there in front of her chocking the life out of her. Isaiah was still somewhere in the city, she couldn't quite explain how she knew that, it was just one of those gut feelings. She couldn't explain to herself why she was sitting underneath a bridge with a switchblade in her hand and not out searching for her child with the zeal of a nationwide manhunt. Perhaps it was fear of what she may end up finding. But after hearing what Cloyse said the night before about her and the baby being targeted, something told her that her hunters wanted her to suffer.

Killing Isaiah would be too easy. But then there was the man. The man that she once thought she knew. With him all she could see was a monster, a monster from beginning to his grisly end. She couldn't tell if she wanted to ignore him or see him burn in hell for eternity. Every so often, even though she couldn't really confirm it, she could see Isaac turning from her and running to Karyn.

All the arguments they had, to last Thanksgiving, even his trip to Cuyahoga Falls, everything was coming full circle as far as Lynnette was concerned. And as hard as she may have tried to divert her attention elsewhere, that monster would not go away. Then again, Lynnette thought, perhaps she was to be inescapably linked to Isaac forevermore.

The louder the train above roared by, the nails and screws that held the rickety rails together buckled and jostled. Lynnette observed as Cloyse began to squirm and twist before he sat up in such a violent sweat that he actually screamed out loud. Lynnette raised her switchblade only momentarily before realizing that he was just having a nightmare.

Cloyse's crazed eyes gawked all around before they connected with Lynnette. The longer he looked upon her the more he began to calm down.

"You okay?" She asked with relative ease.

Wiping sweat from his face, Cloyse coughed before saying, "I am. I saw someting in my dreams."

Getting up from off the warm ground, Lynnette asked, "What was that?"

"I saw three towers." He huffed. "I saw three buildings dat were once beautiful. I cannot imagine where I have seen dem before."

"It's hard to tell." Lynnette stretched the life out of her body before slipping her switchblade into her back pocket. "C'mon, let's get outta here before someone finds us. We look and smell like we climbed out of the lake."

Cloyse got up and followed Lynnette out from under the bridge. It was a warm morning, no more than seventy degrees with the unwanted expectation that it would become hotter as the day wore on.

The two walked alongside the train tracks next to the lake where some trains were slowly meandering along while a few others sat idle, waiting to be operated.

"I wonder how my parents are doing." Lynnette sighed.

"What condition were dey in when you saw them last?"

"They were pretty messed up." Lynnette said. "My mother has been really off in the head since...it doesn't matter anymore." She relented.

"I can hardly remember my mother and father, dey both died when I was very young."

"What do you remember about your sister?"

Cloyse hesitated before answering. "She was kind to me. She became a mother to me once our mother died."

Lynnette then stopped beside a boxcar and turned around to face Cloyse. "What do you remember when you first saw one of them?"

Cloyse turned his head for a second before replying, "For years, dey were only folklore and myth on our island. We noticed people missing or turning up dead, but we always thought it was wild animals killing everyone. Den I saw my sister change for de first time." His voice dropped. "After dat, I was forever terrified of her. I wanted to save her, but I knew dat it wasn't possible."

Lynnette stood and studied the man for a few moments as though she were viewing life's cruelest joke.

"I just remember him turning back into a man after that detective killed him." She mournfully muttered. "I remember him changing into that thing, but what sticks with me the most is him turning back. I always wonder what it could have felt like for him to make that change. I had known that nigga since the sixth grade, and to see him turn into that...thing, just doesn't seem real to me."

"How did dis detective manage to kill him?"

Lynnette said, "He used a shotgun."

Nodding his head, Cloyse stated, "Strong guns like dose work well, but on my island, firearms as scarce. Our best weapon was fire."

"What, you just set them on fire, and poof,

and blood, so if

Lynnette said as she

do dat to your finger?" Cloyse all of the

her

stated with grinding teeth. "Everyone thought that Isaac had just beaten me up, and I plan on allowing them to believe that for the rest of my days simply because

frown at that instant. "I am just thankful that you and your son

"How

to be, Lynnette. I

the last sexual encounter Isaac and I had was through...sucking and eating. He and I hadn't screwed since before last November. After that, that's when he started acting like an even bigger jackass than

possibly could for what seemed like forever before Lynnette eventually turned and began

with...someone I knew, one of them blasted through the windshield and killed him." Lynnette sorrowfully explained with folded arms. "All I

I saw was de dead bodies of de people on my island." Cloyse said. "After a while...you get used to

a few yards up ahead. The more the morning wore on the warmer it became until a soothing

me how this all began." She uttered. "I mean, how did this Akoni and Arthur become these things

Cloyse never responded. Lynnette had to actually look

another train being pulled down the tracks. He had the blank look of someone who just wasn't there anymore. His dark

knows for sure where he came from, but, years ago, a mon washed ashore on our island. Till dis day, no one knows what he even looked like. Dey say dat dis mon brought wit him his own witchcraft and sorcery. But on our island, dere was already a family of witches. De father, mother and deir three children were very wicked people. Dey would perform sacrifices on animals and burn down houses. Dey was soon kicked out of de village, but dey were never very far from us. Soon, dis family happened upon the shipwrecked invader. Dey all joined together to form dis union. Not too long after deir union was forged, what we all thought at first to be animal attacks began taking place. But dese so called animals had a different form. They looked like animals, but walked like people. Dis evil went

look at Cloyse. The man was standing right there behind her. She could sense the tension in his voice that sounded

back for our village for kicking dem out. I watched as our parents were driven mad by de devils. If you are not slaughtered, den you are broken in spirit.

All Lynnette could do was stand in place and drop her head in shuddering defeat. With her right toe she aimlessly scraped

"I hate him." She faintly muttered

"What

hate him." Lynnette lifted her head. "I never imagined that I

abruptly seized to the point where he clutched his stomach and dropped to

Lynnette ran to his aid asking, "What's the

to catch his breath, Cloyse said, "I see...I see de three

three buildings

he slowly rose back to his

the hazy Downtown skyline. But just as soon as

second before saying in a

"What is Hollis

buildings that were shut down way back in

are keeping your son. We must

as she could. Her entire body began to quiver

matter?" Cloyse began

With a tear dropping down from her

in confusion, Cloyse asked, "What are

this is all just a dream." She pleaded while drooling

the arm

"I'm

I. But my visions are never wrong, Lynnette. Your son is over dere, and we must get

"But they'll turn into those things!" She stomped her foot on the

"Maybe...maybe we should

on his hips while gazing up at the sun

your life like before you