Chapter 2- May, 2008

May 2, 2008

With no testing this week, I'm quite proud to say I've sped through the first two Mr. Koontz's Frankenstein novels. Hopefully I'll get to go back to the library sometime this week. I was supposed to go yesterday, but it wasn't safe. A bunch of D-Class got out and tried to start some kind of riot or something. This happens quite often, so I knew to stay in my cell with the lights off and keep quiet, hidden and out of sight.

D-Class are death row inmates who are brought in as lab rats to do testing on. Personally I've never been all for it, except for the ones who well and truly deserve it. Of course, if ever confronted with an attacking D-Class, I'd have no issue defending myself. Yeah, let's see how they'll like being blocks of fire agate.

But really, I don't want to use my powers to bring others to harm. Quite the opposite actually. I learned a few years ago that crystals have been used in medicine and spiritual healing for centuries. For the past few years I've studied crystal therapy and I find it very fascinating. It's like a mix of science and magic and I believe that's called Alchemy. At least I think it is.

Anyway, if my power can be used for the good of all, I don't see why the O-5 council would be against me becoming a doctor for the foundation. At least on the side. What I really want to do is be the site's librarian. Oh, what a dream that would be! To be surrounded by all those books…it would be awesome!

I want to prove that not all anomalies are bad. If we can do good, can't we be called people too? We feel, just like "normal" people do. I really hate using the word "normal" to describe others that aren't like me. "Normal" is a relative term, a term that varies from person to person. I don't consider myself abnormal, just different. I'm a person, just with a little something extra.

Yours,
Caddy

May 9, 2008

Finally, I was cleared to go back to the library this week! I decided to get some Shakespeare and E.E Cummings this week. Just something to get my mind off of things.

I'm positively dreading next week. Dr. O'Reilly tells me that more tests involving SCP 409 will have to be done. They've poked and prodded at me enough with that damn thing. What more could they possibly want?! They know I hate it, and it causes me great pain to use.

Sometimes I think some people here are sadists. I mean really, it's like they like to watch me be in pain. I still have the burns from last time they did this. You'd think they would know…

Some days, I'm the one who feels like a lab rat. Yes, the Foundation is my home, but…what does home really feel like? I've been here since I was twelve, and my life before this really wasn't any better. Trust me, I think it was worse. I take that back, I know it was worse. At least here, I can move about as I please. I'm allowed to read and write, and interact with certain people. Though, because of what happened with THEM I have some difficulty with social skills.

It's not that I don't trust people. I trust some, like Dr. O'Reilly. But he's really the only friend I have here. And friends can only mean so much. My parents died when I was ten in a car accident with a drunk driver. I remember passing out and waking up with some bruises and cuts. Miraculously though no broken bones.

It wasn't until after I came here that it was discovered that I have hardened bones. Hardened, but surprisingly lightweight. We know my skeleton made of some kind of crystal and might be indirectly responsible for my gift. But as of right now we're not really sure.

How ironic is it that I can't stand mysteries and yet I seem to be one in and of myself?

Yours,
Caddy

May 16, 2008

Well, I saw someone at the library today as I was leaving. I'd never seen him before, and, judging by his look, he's never seen me. I'm not sure how exactly to describe him. I want to say his expression was…amazed? Mesmerized, maybe?

He didn't have the look of a researcher, more like a military man. He looked too strong, his posture far too tense, straight and disciplined. Everything on him looked tight and in control, from the beret he wore to his military boots. But it was his eyes, those brown eyes and his expression, that held my attention.

He was staring at me like…I don't want to say like an object. More like…well, something he's never seen before. I smiled and I swear I saw his face turn slightly pink. Strange as it was, it was also kind of endearing. It provoked something in me, something I don't understand even now. It confused me, and, unable to stand his gaze in its entirety, I turned away and left the library. But when I looked one last time over my shoulder and he was still looking at me that way, I just smiled and left.

Who is he? What's he really like? What does he do here in the foundation? When will I see him again?! Wait, should I even want to see him again?

If he's a researcher, shouldn't I want to stay away? But then, I don't know what he does…maybe I'll keep away. Let's just see what the future holds…

Yours,
Caddy

May 23, 2008

I love vintage stuff, like really old things. I find clothing items from a few centuries ago elegant and refined. I'm talking like Victorian era stuff. This is why most of my casual clothes don't really look too casual. I like to leave an interesting impression on people. Not saying I don't like the clothing styles of today, but I find older stuff fascinating. It makes me feel beautiful and historic wearing it.

Another reason, and this might be the most important, is that a lot of the clothing from back then was made of silk. This was really true among the aristocracy. So why is it so important? Well, it's the only material I can touch with my bare hands without turning it into crystal. Tests are still being done but so far no one's too sure as to why this is. That's why any and all fabric material I own, including clothing and bedding, are made of silk. Most would consider me lucky, but to be honest it'd be nice to be able to feel other materials too.

Haven't seen the man from the library yet. Maybe he's the one doing the avoiding. Hm…

Yours,
Caddy

May 30, 2008

Oh my gosh! I finally saw him again! You won't believe what I've found! Okay, so here's what happened:

I was in the library with Dr. O'Reilly in another part of it. I was reading a copy of the poem "How Doth Love Speak" by E. E Cummings, one of my favorites, when I heard a loud creaking from the shelf across from me. I asked who was there, and at first didn't hear anything. I was about to go and find Dr. O'Reilly when a voice, clearly male, finally answered:

"No one you know".

I found myself wondering if this was the man from before. I smiled and closed my book. "Come to the end of the shelf" I said, "I want to see you".

There was some hesitation. What was he so nervous about I wonder? Finally, though, I saw him again and he hadn't moved an inch. A heavy silence reigned between us, and I swear I could hear my heart in my ears.

"It…It squeaks" he said out of the blue, "The floor…yeah…"

I simply smiled, trying not to laugh. "Were you spying on me?"

He looked awkwardly around for a minute. "Yeah…kinda…"
"Why?"
"Just…out of curiosity I guess".
"You could've just read my file" I told him, "I'm SCP 2991, the Crystal Princess".

He seemed a little surprised, especially when I asked if he'd like some tea. We went to the small lounge in the library and I made us some tea. The man seemed awkward and quiet at first, but we talked and we learned things. I found out he's a junior researcher working for Dr. Gears. He's a multi-tasker as well, as he's also the head of the mobile task forces. I was right to think he had a military background, as he was in the military before the Foundation basically recruited him in. Wouldn't tell me his first name, but I know he goes by Dr. Cool. Oh yeas, let the silly puns begin…though to be entirely honest, I'm terrible at those….

Yours,
Caddy