The Inhuman Beast

​He was a man of the most beastly behaviors. A drunken man that was rude, crude, who attacked women and police. He was out of control and despite his many arrests he was a man of such limited intelligence that he could not speak nor write or comprehend anything that was said or gestured to him. He was considered a man that was pre-savage. 

​He didn't have identity and he didn't even have a name. One day he just appeared out of nowhere, nobody knew anything about him or where he lived. But there was one thing about him that was understood and that he was a beast of the most primitive urges. A sub human drunken, violent sex maniac of a creature. 

He had been taken into a psychiatric hospital on many occasions and watched like an animal under the eyes of the world's most esteemed and educated psychotherapists. As they watched they learned that when he was alone in an environment with running water and trees and mother nature he was fine, but as soon as he got out into the public something happened to him and he became a beast and a maniac. After a month or so in one of the institutes they would put him into a cage, hoisted it on the back of a truck and drove him out into the wilderness and let him loose. But everytime they did this the beast managed to find his way back to the city where he would reek havoc and would have a confrontation with the police and get arrested again and go to the institute. He would be let go after a couple of months only to have the cycle start all over again. 

But one day things changed for the beast as he met a girl that was kind and gentle towards him. He sensed this loving affection and it changed his beastly behaviour. But she had made the mistake of being nice to the beast and when the beast saw her making love to another man he went ballistic and killed both of them in cold blood. He knew the police would hunt him down and shoot him. He thought about escaping into the wild, but he sensed that was where the police were going to look for him. He decided to stay in the city. 

He had changed his appearance and has cut his hair short. He now wears a suit and tie. He now has manners and speaks the language and has a job somewhere and has blended into every day life in an unassuming manner. But he still is out there stalking the streets with his unearthly passion to satisfy his urges and rawest of instincts. He could be living near you in a bush or perhaps under the deck in your yard. Make sure that you lock up your doors, windows and daughters because at any time he may be hungry or lustfully horny for some sexual attention. He may be watching jealously through a window as a man makes passionate love to his wife. Just remember dear reader that there is at least one of them in every town and city. Maybe not as primal or primitive as the one that I have discussed but nevertheless out there, so please watch your step and remember to constantly look out of the corner of your eye, for he could be anywhere.