Henry's Journal

Sunday, September 28, 2012

LOG: Facebook chat between Henry & his sister Chris.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

LOG: Phone Conversation between Henry & Dr. Katherine Davis, PHD.

• Dr. Kate: Hello?
• Henry: Dr. Kate. It's Henry.
• Dr. Kate: Henry? Why are you calling me? It's almost four in the morning.
• Henry: Oh. Sorry, I forgot about the time difference over there.
• Dr. Kate: So you think it's fine for you to call me at one in the morning then? Wait, nevermind. I'm not your doctor. Actually I still have that restraining order.
• Henry: I think I might be going crazy.
• Dr. Kate: You think? Have you recently attacked any other psychiatrists or their employees?
• Henry: I'm serious. Something is really wrong. I'm kinda fucked up.
• Dr. Kate: Are you drunk Henry?
• Henry: No. Dead sober. There was a party the other night and there was a wolf attack. People died.
• Dr. Kate: <silence> I saw that on the news. Wow. Henry. It never occurred to me that you might have been there.
• Henry: I got bitten pretty bad. Or at least I thought I was. I woke up the next morning and I was fine. My shirt was slashed up and bloody where it had bitten me, but there wasn't any wounds - no scars. Nothing.
• Dr. Kate: <sighs> Alright Henry. But I'm charging your Mom for this call. Tell me everything.

Henry proceeded to fill Dr. K. Davis in on the details of the UA wolf attacks of Saturday, September 27, 2012.  
 See attached folio for relevant news clippings & medical reports.

• Henry: Since then things have been. Off. Strange. I've been...sensing things. Like my senses have been turned up to 11. I can hear conversations rooms away and I can smell things. Like, not smells, like food - but...emotions. My cat is terrified of me. And everything and everyone is just pissing me the fuck off - like worse than before. I've been keeping to myself, going to classes and then going back home and locking myself in. I just want to...fucking strangle everyone I see.
• Dr. Kate: Henry. You really need to talk with someone. Someone local. This is serious. Are you still on your meds? I can look up doctors in your area and send you a reference. Don't bother with the campus counselor, they're generally useless quacks with associates degrees.
• Henry: No, I stopped taking the meds a year or so ago when I was going to school in Texas. I've been doing really well. Things have been pretty awesome...until now. I beat up a guy I like today. He came over to bitch at me about abandoning him at lab. I snapped, everything got hazy. I was doing all I could to keep my temper in check, doing the mental games you taught me. But then he punched me and...well, I lost myself for a moment. The next thing I know he was sprawled on the floor.
• Dr. Kate: Is he okay?
• Henry: Aye. He was just shaken up a bit. I helped him up, apologized and ran back to the sanctuary of my room. He yelled at me through the door that I'd better show up at lab. I took out my frustration on my bean bag chair.
• Dr. Kate: You go through so much furniture. At least your friend seemed to take your assault relatively well. Sounds like a keeper.
• Henry: Heh. Yeah. He's kind of an ass hole. But he's growing on me. <sigh> I can't go through this again. It's like...that time.
• Dr. Kate: The Arby's Incident.
• Henry: Yeah. But this time it's just hovering over my head like a black cloud that wont go away. Threatening to come down on me at any moment.
• Dr. Kate: Henry, this is a serious matter. I can't make you do it, but I urge that you start regular sessions again. And you really need to be back on your meds. Just please do not attack whoever the poor soul I end up sending you to. That would reflect poorly on me.
• Henry: I know. I'm sorry Dr. Kate. How is Janice?
• Dr. Kate: She quit after you broke her nose.
• Henry: Sorry.
• Dr. Kate: You should be! And if you are, do as I say and get some help. Also, don't call me at four in the fucking morning again.
• Henry: Sorry.
• Dr. Kate: There it is again. Don't apologize. Do something about it instead. At least you're not screaming profanities at me. Progress at last.
• Henry: <chuckle> You're still kind of a bitch.
• Dr. Kate: It's the only way to get through to some people. That's why they pay me the big bucks.
• Henry: Tell mom I say hello.
• Dr. Kate: I will when I send her your bill.
• Henry: And thanks for listening.
• Dr. Kate: Good night Henry. I'll email you a list of references tomorrow.
• Henry: Night.

Friday, October 5, 2012

LOG:  Dr. Emma "TigerLily" Tate, ND.'s Session Notes on Henry Mulgrew

Henry is a fascinating new patient of mine. He explained that he has been coping with extreme bouts of anger. His prior physician had diagnosed him as suffering from intermittent explosive disorder (IED) and mild schizophrenia, though I believe that these are simply modern physician tropes that merely state the symptoms of problems rather than the problems themselves, thus is the failure of modern medicine.

I believe that Henry's spiritual balance is askew and that his carnal self has been allowed to grow to be far more powerful than his spiritual and mental selves. He personifies his anger as a "werewolf", which clearly shows exactly how creative he truly is.

Henry says he had been isolating himself from others around him, focusing himself entirely on his professional and academic requirements and otherwise only playing video games alone, which explains why his psionic chi was becoming more and more off balanced, as the toxic psionic energies that televisions and other modern devices radiate are pure poison to the souls.

He says that his anger and discontent continued to grow stronger and that all he could feel towards the outside world was rage and agitation. He explained to me how his cat had been avoiding him, that is clearly because animals, being pure spirits, are naturally psionicists and his cat could sense his imbalance and that his carnal self was taking control, so the feline was keeping distance and likely spending time astrally projecting, seeking the minds of others, to summon them to Henry's aid. This clearly worked, as Henry stated that his friend, Thomas, had suddenly appeared and wanted Henry to join him and others for a gathering of social interaction. Another boy, Reece, who I believe to be a psychic vampire that feeds off of negative energy as he only ever seems to be present in Henry's sphere when dark humors are present, had been hovering, so Henry decided to leave the vampire boy behind and go with Thomas, who I believe was the one Henry's cat had called out to.

Others were also clearly contacted and drawn together, likely by other concerned psionic animals. Henry says that he arrived to find Ms. Jalo, Dr. Lichfield and his friend Warner present. Dr. Lichfield is clearly a wise woman who is in tune with the true world, as she recognized the "werewolf" in each of them, except for Thomas, who I believe may be a natural empath attuned to the greater music of the universe, thus his role in bringing them all together. Ms. Jalo, Warner and Henry had all been dealing with similar imbalances, causing their personal "werewolves" to rise to the surface. They had a good long chat with each other, relating their experiences and finding solace and comfort with one another.

As I would expect, Henry stated that his cat began to come around afterwards and the dark boy Reece's presence seemed to fade. Unfortunately Ms. Jalo had lost her way on her path of harmony and allowed her "werewolf" to take over. As is the nature of such negative spiritual entities, she had been drawn straight to the lair of the vampire, Reece. Henry attempted to calm her down and cleanse her dark energies by grounding her with cold water. I've never considered using the healing potential of water to ground out carnal energies, I will have to bring that up at the next gathering of the Coven of the True Light. Sadly, her beast had gained too much control of her and he said he could see it manifesting upon her, using wolf imagery to describe how he felt her eyes had begun to glow green and that she had gained a spiritual mien of claws and fangs, like a wolf.

Henry stated that she had tried to attack him, but that he instead embraced her and held her, pouring his love and calming energy into her until she stopped struggling (although to hear him tell it one would think he'd tackled and held her down until she stopped breathing). He pulled her into the shower with him and allowed the water to cleanse the "werewolf" from them.

Henry finished up our last session discussing one of his work evenings at the Wet Dog Cafe. Several of his friends were in attendance, including Thomas - obviously drawn to where the universe needed him to be, Dr. Lichfield and her "sidekick" Avery, his friend "Snips", and his friend Jace that he seems to enjoy speaking of with some frequency in our sessions, though he denies (too insistently I think) any serious feelings for the young man.

Henry says that Dr. Lichfield seemed to have received some startling news, though from his stories of her, she seems to always be either obsessive or startled. And that she had stepped outside and was accosted by a young man named Victor, who had berated her about her presence at an upcoming excavation of a Native American burial site. His friend Rene, who had taken some time off to be with her family recently following the tragic wolf attack in the forest near campus, had returned to campus and after giving Henry a quick hug was drawn to Thomas' balanced aura at the restaurant to discuss the condition of a mutual friend who had also fared poorly in the wolf attack (though better than many given that he lived).

This concludes our latest session. I very much look forward to our next one.

DATE GOES HERE

LOG:  Entry from Henry's Journal

Dr. TigerLily insists that I keep a journal. So here, I have a journal. Midterms are coming up soon. I've been trying to focus on studying in my spare time. Trying to keep focused with everything that's been going on has been difficult. Everything and everyone gets under my skin so much easier than before, it's difficult to block out a lot of times, especially when I'm crossing through campus - I can smell the anxiety of everyone under the pressure of midterm crunch, smells like fear - smells like prey. Ugh.

Jace has been unusually on edge as well, and I can tell it's not about school. He's a very private person, so I'd avoided saying anything, but decided to risk his derision and casually offered a friendly ear, he said that he'd prefer to focus on studying for now. All good. I let it be. We were studying in the ATO study hall when Renee showed up. She was asking if we'd seen Jerome. I'd not seen him since the bonfire myself, but I know he'd been around. He's a friend of Warner's, so I texted and asked if he'd seen him. Warner said that he had been unusually absent for a while. Renee looked worried and said that she'd not been able to get in touch with him for the past week and that he'd not been to his classes. Jace set his book down and stared at us, looking very serious. He said that maybe it was time that we have that talk now after all. That's not grim at all.

Jace makes a couple of calls and we head into my room. A little bit later, Thomas and Davis showed up. Davis looked extremely nervous, as if Jace had invited to some sort of surprise orgy or something. Jace told us about his friend Harris, that he'd gone missing. Add to that Jerome, Hand-Job and now Reece (although I'm pretty sure I know why Reece ran off, but I didn't share that). Jace is concerned, most of these were people taken to the hospital after the bonfire. His friend Harris had withdrawn, but never claimed his stuff, his parents didn't know anything about it, nor had he returned home. Jace and I decide to head over to Harris' dorm and check out his room and talk to the RA to see if they can shed any light on the subject. The RA wasn't much help at all. All he managed to do was piss Jace off by claiming Harris was into some "shady online stuff". Jace is kinda hot when he's angry. I remember thinking that when we were fighting that time. Aaarhg. Bad thought. Bad.

I get back to my room and decide I need a break from werewolves, missing people, physics equations and studying - so I dive into the new Gears of Duty expansion, GoD: My Gun is Bigger. I've barely gotten past seven of the 14 company logos before the game menu when Mama J pops in. Covered in filth, it was obvious she'd been in the woods again, whether crazy-willing or another annoying woods-wake-up I'm not sure. She says that the head of campus security approached her, identified himself as another werewolf and told her to keep her Saturday evening open. He told her to invite along any others like her. Seemed fishy to me, but if she intended on going, which she did, I wanted to have her back. We installed a tracker on her phone and arranged for her to have her phone active and my side muted so I could listen in. I suggested she tell Warner in case he wanted to be a part of it. Turns out he did.

Mama J left and I finally logged in to get my bloody massacre on. That's when I got a text from Dr. Lichfield. She said that she may have come up with something to help with our problem. Well...as much as I wanted to play - that was a bigger deal. So I headed over. Turns out I was also a guinea pig for some new anti-werewolf warding she had been dabbling with. It didn't work, but I encouraged her to keep trying. I have a list of people already I'd like to seal away in nice werewolf proof dorm rooms. She presented me with an asthma inhaler, explaining that it had a belladonna based mixture in it that might help calm, or at least, slow the wolf inside of us. She affirmed that it wouldn't be harmful in the dosage she had created. I decided to give it a go.

I woke up an hour later on the floor of her study. She was delighted with the results, though she admitted she hadn't expected it to be quite so instantaneous or debilitating. She would cut back on the dosage. Very handy to have. Dr. Lichfield may be our saving grace in this whole debacle.

I'd just gotten back to the ATO house, determined to get just a wee bit of gaming time in before bed. I must have fallen asleep. I woke up at 2am to a terrified Renee calling me because someone was outside her window. I didn't even think about it, a possessive urge hit me and I was out my window and standing in my underwear outside her window moments later. I could smell...fear, anger, desire. It was Jerome's scent. I'm so not okay with this. I suggested Renee call campus security and make a report that someone had been out there. She asked me to stay at her place that night, so I ran back to my room to grab some clothes. Gears of Duty teased me with it's menu screen. I shut it off and headed back to Renee's. The head of security werewolf was there investigating the call. I headed into the dorm and crashed on her floor.

Next morning...I feel foolish even writing this down, I "marked" the outside of Renee's room, hoping that it would clearly broadcast "MINE" to anyone else. It just seemed the thing to do, and nobody goes and messes with my padawan. In order to keep him in the loop, I texted Thomas, updating him about the security chief and Jerome. The day grew more and more gloomy until a storm rolled into town. That evening we heard the howl. It...conveyed information. An invitation and a location. I heard it twice more. I knew Mama J and Warner were likely following it. I turned on the tracker on Mama J's phone and made the call to listen in. Once the location of the meeting was known, I decided to ping Thomas with an update, just to let him know to avoid that area. Hindsight, never never never tell Thomas NOT to go somewhere. His curiosity is apparently far more powerful a force than his self-preservation instincts.

2012 Halloween Costume:
Marko Fennec, Gears of Duty

So I listen in on this other pack's join us spill. I was most surprised to hear Dr. Lichfield's voice. Turns out she is likely "something" as well. Another werewolf? Or a wolf-born I think they said. Huh. Although I've seen her handling silver before. She didn't seem overly surprised. That woman is truly bizarre, like the cliche saying, a mystery wrapped in an enigma. Or is it the other way around. Anyway! They have an alpha who refuses to identify himself, but they want us to join regardless - submit to some guy before knowing who he is?? Ms. Simonson and the campus librarian are amongst them. As well as douchebag Victor, the park ranger Mama J and the others had met in the woods and of course the head of security. They talk about anchors and packs and that Astoria belongs to them. The concept of Alpha, Beta & Omega are discussed. They also spoke of an evil rival pack led by the Clooney-look-a-like that tortures new recruits to make them into monsters. They say that this "Volk" guy (Clooney) had taken Jace's friend Harris, Jerome and that Reece was part of that pack now, having once been one of them - I'm curious about the background of this story. Just as they were about to give a lesson on how to "slip the leash", to channel ones wolf without giving into it, my GPS and our phone signal were snuffed out. Silence. Uneasy silence. My anxiety began to wind its way up my spine. I tried to calm myself. Tried to focus on advertising principles in the 1980's.

And I was standing in the rain in my underwear again near the building they were meeting in. I was fighting down an urge to go running in there to make sure my friends were safe when something caught my eye. Up above me, on one of the girls dorms, was a MASSIVE WOLF MONSTER. It was crawling up towards someone on the roof. That someone was my friend Thomas, who seemed unaware of the danger that was approaching him. I yelled out. The creature stopped, dropped down in front of me, regarded me for a second and then scampered off. Thomas quickly vanished from the roof. Good. Safe. Within seconds, the pack wolves were up in my face, along with my friends. Victor and the park ranger were yelling, stating that they should have never invited any of us and were right not to trust us with their alpha's identity and that I'd revealed theirs to an outsider. I stated that the observer was aware of the situation and was one of our friends and I was protecting him. Ms. Simonson and the other two were attempting to diplomatically diffuse tempers. Warner was expressing his ignorance of the nights events. Everyone split up unhappy and went their own ways. This may not have played out how I would have liked, but my friends are all safe and we know a little more than we did.

I'm not down with this whole drink our kool-aid and submit THEN we'll tell you who we are type thing. And I dislike Victor and Park-Ranger. I don't really know the other two, but I do know Ms. Simonson and she's always been super nice. I think I'll have to square away some time with her and discuss things. I don't trust them, but I'd be wiling to work with her and we need to know more. I may not want to join their little cult, like Warner clearly seems to want, but I'm open to cooperation and it's in everyone's best interest if we share and work together. This whole pack rivalry thing I think is completely stupid. But at the same time, Sparky (my wolf) seems to think it IS a big deal. This is frustrating.

School. Midterms. We have the big costume party thing coming up. My Marko Fennec costume from Gears of Duty is finished and perfect. I've taped a photo of it on the next page. Yeah, I'm awesome. And there is like a dozen other things coming up. At least I don't have to worry about dealing with family weekend crap. On top of it all I have a spoiled, explosive rabid dog named Sparky that lives in my head. My anger issues seem so small and insignificant these days. Laughable really. I messaged Dr. Lichfield, told her I'm all in - whatever things she wants to test, whatever experiments and such she wants to do - I believe her my best bet to control and beat this thing - I'm hers to do with as she wishes.

She replied with only a smiley emoticon. Somehow that just makes me more nervous.