Hawk Meets Markiplier

Log Entry part 11

I walked passed him. I stopped at the semi damaged tree in the middle of the field. It looked like it had been struck with lightning.

            “Are you sure you want to wander my soul?” he asked, finally catching on to these events.

            “There’s no better way to get to know you than from the source of your personality.” I replied, putting my hand on a tree.

            He followed me and stood by me as I looked into the tree.

            I pulled my hand away, “There’s a darkness in your soul… deep down… trying to get out.”

            “Really?” He asked, “How do you know?”

            “I can feel it… through the tree,” I answered, putting my hand back. “But there is also light…” I whispered and looked up at the top of the tree. “The light is keeping the darkness from getting out…”

            “That explains a lot actually.” He replied and walked with me away from the tree. “I’m almost never angry at people. I never hold a grudge or anything. I’m usually the first to apologize too.”

            I smiled, “That’s a great personality to have. But the second phase of training may release the darkness, of course if there’s time after I get you set up in the Archives.”

            “Second phase? What’s the first?”

            “Managing the powers you have. The second is…” I trailed off. I never talked about it with him. “You’ll be able to turn into a wolf.”

            “A wolf? Why a wolf?”

            “That’s what kind of hybrid I am, part wolf. But the humanoid part is me, Hawk.” I pointed to myself. “My human side was the original me and makes me who I am, but I am Hawk all the time. I have been for years now.”

            “Is it painful?”

            “Transforming into a wolf? No. It’s not.” I turned to him, making us stop. “But it’s the anger you need to control. You and you alone can control your anger. That darkness I saw may cause a problem so I think we will save that for after you become an active agent.”

             “So just the basics?” he asked.

            “Yes, wings and a few basic powers and whatever else genetically compatible with you,” I answered. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll get a piece of my affinity for technology.”

            “That’d be really cool.” he smiled, “That’ll be useful.”

            “But it’ll be inaccessible until activation.” I reminded him. “All of your powers will be.”

            “Then why change me?”

            “You can use them when you are threatened by a non human and when I’m around.” I answered.

            He shrugged. “You keep dancing around answers.”

            “I know what you want me to say, but I can’t say it.” I answered. He wants to know why I’m really doing this. His safety is half the answer. But that kept him quiet.  I looked up. “Looks like it’s done,” I looked at him as the field around us turned white.

            I opened my eyes and saw that we were still in the spiral of energy, but his change was complete so I slowly started powering down. I stood in front of him as we landed.

            He opened his eyes and jumped. I jumped back as bone spikes jutted out from his chest.

            “Defensive,” I turned to the window. “Are you ready?”

            The green light blinked twice and I continued. “Your defense is the bone cell generation and movement.” I noted clearer. I held his arm up and felt for any differences. There were a few already. “There’s slight increase in muscle mass. Most likely linked to making everything look normal.” There’s usually more than that.

            “How do I put the bones away?” He asked and I let go of his arm and stepped back.

            I shrugged my shoulders towards him then pressed out my own defensive bone spikes. “It’s like flexing a muscle.” I said as I shrugged again and they receded back into my skin. The cloth on my vest fixed itself and my black top fixed itself.

            “That’s why you wanted me to change?”

            I nodded and grabbed his arm again, placed it into the hook punch position; arm up at shoulder height and bent at the elbow into a 90 degree angle. I stepped back and did the same. “Try punching like this,” I said as I demonstrated, stepping back with one foot and turning my body to the fighting guard stance. I punched as if I was going to land the punch on someone. As I thrust my arm forward, bone spikes emerged from my skin and jutted out towards the spot the punch would land. I stood in place and showed him again, only slower.

            “Cool,” he said and tried to copy me. When it didn’t work he looked at me.

            I straightened up and grabbed his arm, placed it back into the starting position and explained, “When you punch, you’re not punching your enemy. You’re throwing the punch so that the target gets skewered with your bone spikes.” I guided it as I spoke and ran my pointer finger over the place in his forearm the spikes should come through, down the middle of the top of his arm. There’s usually three or four depending on the length of the forearm. More training would allow for sharper edges.

            “Alright,” He tried it again. I threw my left arm in an uppercut and blocked his spikes with a shield.

            “Good,” I responded. “This could also happen,” I said while his attack was locked with my defense. My bone shield started absorbing his spikes.

            “Ow! Wait a second!” He exclaimed as he curled his body with his arm trying to keep the spikes straight. I brought him to the ground and he looked up at me in pain.

            “The ones who hunt you don’t give a shit about your pain or how you feel,” I said firmly, letting him go. “I know of their boss. She’s someone we’ve been trying to find for years now. I’ve faced her minions before.” He sat back on the table and held his arm for a moment. I looked at him. “If you look at us as the good guys, she’s the main villain. She’s the one with the power.”

            I stopped. I guess the sudden mood change was a bit extreme. I looked into his fearful eyes. “You’re one of us now. They can’t touch you.” I changed my tone.