Husani’s Log Date

Log 18, September 2043.

It has been three months, one week, four days, seven hours, twenty four minutes, and ten seconds since my initiation of becoming a true Freak, whatever that term means. The phoenix girl, who goes by the name of Genesis, has offered me to watch television with her. I hesitantly accepted the offer because having your eyes staring at a screen with meaningless distractions that fill your empty life is vapid. Genesis and I stations at the cabin and watch a weird show about space paladins, gigantic robotic lions, people with long ears, and a towering robotic warrior called “Voltron”. The phoenix tells me that this show is her favorite and that she even has a merchandise inspired by the show, showing me her “space wolf backpack” she has on.

Noticing and ignoring the style of Anime, the oddest moment that earns my curiosity is where a dark-skinned man in a white and blue knight-medieval style suit telling a white-skinned male knight in red and white suit, “It’s true, we are a good team.” The red knight then smiles back that sends millions of red flags in my command nervous station, not to mention that the two are holding hands.

I inquire to Genesis what is with the two, she tries to explain about how not all people have the same attractions. I once again asked her if they were going to fuse or create some form of chemistry, it seems to me that they were about to, but Genesis waves it off saying that the two aren’t freaks like us.

I growl, a casual sound that comes out a dog-headed man like me, and blurts out why would anyone waste their precious time to this trash. Interestingly, the “episode” develops to lithium to me that I started to replayed it continuous times to analyze the subtext and relationships between the characters. I had seen the episode infinite number of times that I memorized the lines for each character like a devoted actor to a script. Eventually, Genesis comes to check up on me, and finds out that I have watched the same episode for about five days.

Before I ask if there are more of this, she pays attention to my ROC (Relationships of Characters) chart that I explain to her about each character. I mentions that the show. “Voltron” doesn’t seem to give credit to the relationship of Lance and Keith. Genesis simply says that it’s because Lance likes one character named Allura who is a princess in the show. I object that she should go mate with someone matching her personality, in addition the skills of Lance’s long-range damage and Keith’s close-range attacks paired together has the potential to annihilate the entire Galra empire, the enemy of the paladins and princess. Then I explain more of the subtext that sadly bores the phoenix out to the point she falls asleep on the couch, why is it that people don’t appreciate my insightful thesis? This is Husani, signing off.

Log 24, September 2043.

The development of the drill has been proceeding smoothly, with the vampire doing the calculations precisely, the dragon using his true form to move stuff around, and the werewolf teaching Genesis about a secretive topic I’m not able to discover the identity of it. The only complaint I have is about Oceane, the mermaid, and her method of labor. Unlike the rest, she is very playful and can be considered lazy, due to the fact that she scares me about five times this day by using her mermaid form to make me think that she will grab and drown me. Although Adriana, the vampire, angrily attempts to persuade Oceane to help, but fails in a huff by Oceane’s response that the oil would ruin her dress.

“Do you always change into your form?” I inquire to Oceane, shortly after Adriana takes her leave from us to resume work.

She beams at me with her white teeth while she works on her curly hair, “You mean to look pretty cool? Pretty much.”

I am going to reason her that manipulating back and forth your form is a waste of energy that can used for a better purpose, but my surprise silents me when she repeats after me in the same accent I have. She laughs at my reaction and explains that she has been practicing “Husani phrases” that she admits it’s impressive but it’s intricate to out-better the original. I chuckle at the thought of Husani phrases since it is funny to have someone know all the phrases I may say.

Out of nowhere, I see a large mountain lion bursting out of the trees’ shadows, coming straight for Oceane. I blurt out for Oceane to watch out and without thinking, I body slam her to the ground, just in time for the cougar to know leap above the two of us. I hear inhumane screeches and yowls that cause me to shut my eyes hard. I open once again after the horrific sounds cease, and realize that I am on top of Oceane. I can see her chocolate brown because her mermaid form had been green-blue . She is blushing hard that I can see a hint of red on her cheeks, my hearts thumps with a surprise rhythm that I am not aware or familiar of. I spring off of her, exclaiming that it was an accident and that I didn’t mean to do that. All she said was thanks, gets up, brush off the grass on her clothes, and walks away with a smile on her face. I tilt in my head in confusion, I notice her scent has the emotion of happiness, that’s odd, embarrassment shouldn’t stimulate hormones of content no matter the reason. This is Husani, signing off.

Log Date 25, September 2043.

I notice that Connor the werewolf; somewhat smilier to Oceane, isn’t doing anything besides helping to move some stuff and order the others on what to do. It bothers me considering that a werewolf is a creature fitting for a warrior or war general, this one is not being a warrior, he is leading the role of a father. At the end of the day, I confront him and inquire him the questions that I had. All he simply say is he doesn’t want to be one, and not all werewolves are what I assume of them. I counteract that I am not assuming, I am stating the concrete facts, and there is nothing flawless about my observations. Werewolves are mean, lean killing machines; from experiments made back when I was a Reaper, those creatures under stress and pressure can annihilate armies of 500 men no matter of experience and armor.

Connor then tells me to sit beside him, I follow in a huff. It has been all wrong, the way the Freaks are doing their purposes, their personalities, it doesn’t match to what they should be. I am expected to be intelligent and stubborn, and I am like that.

The werewolf starts that although he is a wolf and I am a jackal, distant relatives of the Canis family, we are different and he appreciates that. He also adds that if he really want to know more about him, he could help me. I inquire him about what does he mean I can know about him? He simply turns to me and suggests fusion. I didn’t take his response as formal as I wanted to, fusion between sexes, races, or Freak species has been strictly forbidden back when I was a Midnight Reaper. I had my experience of seeing fusions and how the Freaks fuse.

Possibly from my reaction, Connor said that if I am not up to the fusion, he is okay with that because fusions do take time and if I feel uncomfortable about it he wouldn’t mind. I object that I do want to fuse, which is somewhat true, I have wondered how it feels to fuse and what happens when you succeed being in sync with the other person. To summarize, the fusion between Connor and I didn’t go as planned due to my sudden fear that I can’t to do it when Connor guides me to dance. However, the attempt did help me to learn more about Connor, and he is right, we are different and I do appreciate that. This is Husani, signing off.

Log Date 31, September 2043.

The progress of building the drill is almost to the peak of completion, but the Freaks has stopped building and immediately left when some stranger comes into the cabin. I don’t know any details about what the stranger said since the person privately discuss with Connor the werewolf. Genesis, who stayed with me, explain to me something on the line of a unstable fusion by the name of Jarzul who is invading several Freak packs. She seems to have a different expression, more close to sadness, when she mentions the name, but I am not startled at the very least; now it does give me a reason why I immediately said I can’t do the fusion with Connor the moment we were dancing. I don’t want to be taken over without fighting back and causing destruction in one entity of power stronger than the other person and I. Now I am not commenting that the werewolf is a bad person, which he isn’t, I am just being cautious.

During the time, I willingly continue to watch more episodes from “Voltron” with Genesis. For some reason, I keep getting mad about how there are not much evidence about Lance and Keith expressing to each other romantic or sexual attractions. I am sure Genesis is laughing from my anger, but I didn’t let her laughter at my frustration bother me. I don’t understand, why aren’t the company who make the show express the two’s obvious relationship? They are completely perfect for each other, they must be in a relationship!

Suddenly, tremors of a distant earthquake happens once more, shaking the television. Genesis and I stare at each other and agree that it is the Amalgam, the fusion of broken Freaks who’s body parts where ripped off and forced fusion with them to create a collage of teared tattoo pieces mixing into one horrifying being.

In a matter of minutes, Genesis and I have finished the drill and is now preparing to take the drill to a hill several miles away from the cabin to encounter the Amalgam and destroy it before it starts to hurt any innocent people. I am honestly nervous and I don’t know if I will come back to record more in this log, but I am sure that it’s a pleasure getting everything off of my chest. I guess my barks are worse than my bite. This is Husani, signing out.