The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

"I need to speak with Doctor Sanyupta, please! Doctor Benjamin Sanyupta!" Jeremiah intently shouted over the phone to the
operator.
With a clutter of papers in both hands and his eyes firmly locked on the clock above the door, Jeremiah anxiously awaited the
doctor's speedy response.
"Uh, yes, good morning," he jittered, dropping his papers flat on the floor beneath his feet. "Or should I say, good evening,
Doctor? Sorry to disturb you. I was just calling to fill you in on a couple of patients that require some much needed attention."
"I see. What can I assist you with, Doctor?" Sanyupta replied, sounding as if he had just awoke from sleeping.
"Well, first I wanted to discuss Isaac Mercer. You won't believe this, but, Isaac was kidnapped two days ago."
First, there was a long gasp, then Sanyupta appallingly uttered, "Oh my."
"Don't worry, I believe he is fine. According to reports, somehow he managed to elude his captor. Apparently he was abducted by
the B.O.D. kidnapper."
"I'm sorry, the who?"
"The Broad Open Daylight kidnapper," Levin sighed while rolling his eyes. "I apologize for the acronym usage."
"Ahh, I understand. Tell me, how was Isaac able to gain his freedom from this individual?"
"It's still unknown at this time. But, the kidnapper was found murdered inside the same home where he took and murdered his
own victims."
"Murdered? By whom," Sanyupta inhaled.
"More like a what," Jeremiah said. "The police say than an animal, a very large animal, killed this man, along with six others up
along the Cuyahoga Valley."
"And Isaac was able to escape unharmed?"
"That's correct. I would love to know just how he was able to do so."
"Wait a minute, just what was Isaac doing up in Cuyahoga Falls?"

"I'm not quite sure, sir."
"Are you seeing him again this month?"
"As a matter of fact, he has an appointment on the 28th. But I wanted to bring that incident to your attention, as well as a
curiosity. I saw Isaac last week, and I was not aware that he was bilingual."
"Ahh," Sanyupta chuckled, "I see you have come across that phenomenon as well. I am afraid that Isaac does not speak another
language, rather, he is speaking backwards."
Jeremiah's mouth grew dry at that second, trying to find the words to explain his sudden confusion.
"Backwards, you say?"
"Precisely," Sanyutpta sounded confident. "I too was taken aback at first. He and I were having a conversation one day back in
December, and out of nowhere, he begins to speak what I assumed at first to be a completely different vernacular. I replayed the
tape recorder over again during our discussion when it suddenly occurred to me to play it backwards."
"And just what exactly was he saying? If you don't mind me asking."
"Mostly obscene words of the four letter variety," Sanyupta sighed. "Some random sayings about blood. I believe his final words
that particular day were something to the effect of structures collapsing and a fateful train ride. Once again, random gibberish.
Just the rants of a person who has endured a traumatic experience. Even his very tone seemingly changed. One would possibly
believe that he was, dare I say, possessed, if you subscribe to such a preposterous notion that is."
"I see." Jeremiah slowly spoke as he scribbled down words on a sheet of paper that was lying on his desk in front of him. "Well,
as I mentioned, I will be seeing Isaac again later this month."
Jeremiah kept on speaking with Sanyupta. His lips were moving, but his mind was far from the conversation. Even when the
subject switched from Isaac and to another issue, the man's thoughts remained solely upon Isaac.
Somehow, even with the knowledge that Isaac was free from his captor, Jeremiah could still see the young man in some sort of
distress; an agony that he himself would fear in a nightmare.
***

Rubbing his aching neck, Isaac stood in the back corner of the elevator and watched with hungry, scurvy eyes as the overweight,
young white woman in front of him squirmed from side to side as though her elevator companion were readying himself for an
all-out assault upon her.
Isaac scratched his unshaven face up and down as if his own skin were on fire. In his eyes there was really nothing attractive
about the woman. He wasn't interested in looks, just smells. He inhaled her strong perfume with just about every last ounce of
lung power he could muster until his nostrils began to twinge.
The woman nervously glanced back at the young man while gripping her purse that was wrapped around her shoulder.
When his nose could no longer breathe in any more fumes, his body unclenched itself. Isaac leaned up against the wall and
stuffed his cold hands into his coat pockets.
Just then, the elevator stopped. The very instant the door slid open, like a passing wind, the woman sailed out and into the
hallway as though she were being chased down.
Isaac remained up against the wall while a crass grin blessed his swollen face. Realizing that he had arrived at his floor, the
young man nonchalantly limped out into the quiet warmness of the soft-colored hallway.
'Moonlight in Vermont' was playing in the speakers above his head as he walked on. Cream colored, block-like arrows pointing
people in the right direction lined the walls that young Mercer passed by as his head hung low to the carpeted floor beneath his
sore feet.
Without even looking up to see if he had arrived at the correct locale, Isaac pushed open the door and noticed right away Doctor
Levin talking on the phone.
"Isaac?" Jeremiah choked, hanging up the phone.
"How you doin', man," Isaac cracked a lazy smile while dropping himself onto the leather couch as if he owned the place.
Levin, with a face of complete disorientation, sat himself down beside Isaac, took off his glasses, and with outstretched hands
asked, "Isaac...are you okay?"
Without looking in Levin's direction, Isaac said, "Yeah, man. I've just been through some stuff lately."
"Some stuff is a helluva of an understatement, my friend." Jeremiah exclaimed while examining Isaac's face. "Isaac...I honestly
don't know what to say. I...I can't believe you're here. How did you even get here?"

"I took the bus all the way out here, man. I just needed someone to talk to." Isaac lethargically replied, sounding as though he
were ready to fall right asleep. "I've been freebasing coffee ever since this morning. I don't wanna go to sleep ever again."
"Well," Levin briefly sighed while glancing at the clock above his head, "I have an appointment with a patient in about twenty
minutes or so, but I guess you and I can talk until then. I just have to ask, how were you able to escape that kidnapper? It's all
over the news."
Isaac let out a hearty, hapless belly laugh before saying, "Man, everyone has been asking me that same question since
yesterday. Truth is, I can hardly remember anything that happened the other day."
"Well, what was the last thing you remember? The news keeps saying that you were seen over in Cuyahoga Falls. What were
you doing out there?"
Isaac immediately shot up from off the couch and began to pace the floor in front of the doctor. There was so much rambling
chaos cluttering his brain that pulling out one thought seemed to drain his already depleted energy.
"I had to see someone up there. Someone very important," Isaac carried on. "I had to see the woman that made me."
"Made you?" Jeremiah shrugged with strange eyes.
"Yeah...made me into this," Isaac pointed to himself. "Just this morning, I saw how she was made, and I needed to find her so
she could tell me how to reverse everything."
"I take it you're referring to your so called Lycanthropy?"
Isaac stopped his incessant pacing to give the doctor a strange scowl, as if the word were completely foreign to his nature.
"Isaac, you've got to understand, there's no such thing as that. It's nothing more than guilt." Levin urged.
Isaac faced the window and planted his hands back into his coat pockets. He then closed his eyes, inhaled the fresh new carpet
smell of the office and said, "I think I'm ready to tell you what happened back at that house."
"You mean back at Leroy Cummins' house?"
"No...back in November."
"Oh...I see." Jeremiah softly reacted.

All Isaac could hear was Jeremiah's body settling into the leather couch. The very moment the man stopped moving, Isaac
opened his eyes.
"Me and Lynn were arguing Thanksgiving afternoon. So I got pissed and went over to Karyn's place."
"Who's Karyn?"
"Some broad I met back at the garage where I was working. She and I had been messing around since October." Isaac steadily
explained. "So anyways, I went over to her place, we did it, and then she suggests that we go over to some guys' pad to play
poker."
"Isaac, you don't have to tell me all of this." Jeremiah sat up on the couch."
Isaac then turned around and stared at Levin while saying, "No, I need this, for me. You see, me and Karyn get over there, and
these Jamaican cats are there smokin' and drinkin'. There's drugs and guns everywhere. For the first hour or so, everything is
going alright. Then one of the Jamaican guys starts yelling at Karyn. He thinks that she's cheating him out of some money. Next
thing you know, they all jump up and start beating her like she was a dude. I hate to admit it, but I got scared. I ran into the closet
and hid. There these cats are just kicking and beating this woman half to death, and I'm in the closet like a little bitch."
"Isaac, were you ever able to find Karyn in Cuyahoga?"
"Yes, but that's not important now." Isaac's eyes began to water. "You see, when they got through with her, they start coming
after me. And that's when I heard this sound. At first, I'm thinking they got a dog up in there, but it doesn't sound like a regular
dog. Those men turned around. I could see everything that was going on through the keyhole. "
"Tell me more about the sound."
"The sound gets louder and louder. I can see Karyn shaking and saying all these crazy things." Isaac himself began to tremble. "I
saw her."
"You saw her do what?" Jeremiah shuddered.
"I...I saw her change." Isaac's voice faltered.
"Isaac, what exactly did Karyn change into?" Jeremiah appeared confounded. "I'm trying my hardest to understand you, but you
have to quit being so vague with me."

"I saw her change into something." Isaac balled up his fists. "All those guys could do was stand there and watch. We all watched
that woman turn. She turned until she wasn't a woman anymore. People aren't supposed to do that, man! People aren't
supposed to change into other things!" Isaac yelled. "That thing got up and tore those guys apart! She ate them all! One by one!
Hell, they even tried to shoot her, but the bullets didn't work!"
Looking both confused and frustrated all at once, Jeremiah began to stand up while saying, "Isaac, you have to understand, it
was—
"I ain't done yet." Isaac interrupted while slowly turning around. "You see, the more I watched her kill those men, that's all the
more scared I became. There was blood everywhere; all over the floor, the walls and the furniture. I could feel something inside
of me. I could feel it moving around like it was caged and wanted to get out. Do you know what it feels like to have your own
bones crack and twist? My whole body felt like it was on fire. I could feel my face just...explode! That's when I blacked out."
With utmost urgency, Jeremiah rushed over and grabbed Isaac by the shoulders. He stared the desperate man into the eyes and
screamed, "Listen to me, Isaac! You didn't kill anyone! The police ruled that it was an animal! Possibly an escapee from the zoo!"
"A zoo," Isaac yelled back, snatching himself away from the doctor. "Man, I know what I saw that night! I know what I turned into!
You don't forget how that shit feels! Look at my face! Look at how tall I am all of the sudden! It took a few days for me to heal the
first time around, and then even after you've healed, you still have to limp around like a fuckin' cripple!"
"Isaac, listen to yourself!" Jeremiah pleaded. "It's like you've made no progress whatsoever!"
"I keep on hearing these kids in my head! I can't sleep because I keep hearing people screaming! All day long, I've been hurling
my guts out! I think I even shit out somebody's eyeball before I got here! So don't stand there and tell me that this is all in my
mind! You don't know what this is!"
Levin humbly stepped back and rubbed his eyes. He then held out his hands to ease Isaac while calmly explaining, "Okay, you're
right. I don't know what it is. But, Isaac, I can't allow you to think for one moment that you had anything to do with those murders
the other night. It's utterly impossible. This isn't the twelfth century. There are rational explanations for all of this. I believe that
perhaps you were sleepwalking. It is conceivable that you walked all the way back from Cuyahoga Falls, that would explain the
pain your body is in. It's plausible that you were somehow incapacitated and beaten by Leroy Cummins, that right there is a
possible explanation for your face."
Isaac wandered around the office in an aimless blunder, trying his hardest not to listen to what Levin was saying. Trying to drive
out the words that in his mind were just plain gibberish.

"Believing that you're some mythical demon doesn't exactly constitute you as being a murderer. I may be sounding like my father,
but I personally blame Hollywood. It just seems that in the past few years they're releasing more and more films that have
caused irrational behavior in a lot of people."
Isaac paced before he eventually found himself leaning up against one of the bookshelves. Exhausted, he sobbed into his
hands, "I never meant for my life to end up like this. I had so many dreams. I was gonna open up my own garage. Me and Lynn
were gonna get married. We were gonna get out of Cypress once and for all. Now...now it's all gone because I fucked up. All I
see is darkness in front of me. It's like you're awake, but you can't open your eyes...no matter how hard you try."
"It's not all over, Isaac." Levin steadily persisted. "You just have to come to terms with the fact that this overwhelming sense of
regret inside of you is what's causing all these delusions."
Exasperated, Isaac turned his head away as to not look at the doctor in front of him. He was telling him things that he neither
wanted nor needed to hear at that moment.
"Your affair with this Karyn person is the burden that you've been carrying all these months. The guilt manifests itself as
something unrealistic. Do you remember last week when I told you about my other patients?"
Right then and there, Isaac's entire body, from head to toe, ignited with blazing fury. Without warning, the man lunged forward,
seized Levin by the neck and squeezed as hard as he could while angrily hollering, "I ain't no fuckin' vampire!"
Isaac squeezed as tight as he could before Jeremiah's eyes began to bulge forward, and a stunned expression came upon his
bluish face.
Then, just as abruptly as the assault began, was just as sudden as it ended. Isaac released the helpless man before bolting out
the door.