Chapter 5. August, 2008

August 6, 2008

He wrote another letter! Ugh, does he not know how dangerous this is?! I mean, I appreciate the thought, but he doesn't understand what will happen should the letters be intercepted. Granted, I don't write my replies myself, but Dr. O'Reilly has been kind enough to check up on Cool every so often for me. He's been recovering well, focusing more on his Keter studies than on his MTF work. Thank goodness for that, as I believe bodily healing starts with the mind.

I did send a book though. It's not one he's used to reading, but I hope he'll like it anyway. It's called Tuck Everlasting. As well as a pretty awesome love story, it's an exploration of immortality and why it really isn't all that great. I really do hope he likes it, as it was one of my favorites when I was younger. It's just one of those kinds of books that has a childlike innocence but its message is powerful enough to hit in the heart.

Honestly, I'd want Dr. Bright to read it, but again, that man doesn't read deadly squat, except the list of things he isn't allowed to do…

Yours,
Caddy

August 13, 2008

So, today may as well be one long nightmare. First, Gears tried to confront me in the library again, then the alarm signaling a 106 containment breach sounded, someone cut the power (Probably 106 himself…), and I'm sitting in a closet in the dark, so if my writing is way off I apologize.

SCP 106, the old man, is a keter class, and dear god has he a reputation! He's a predator, but not in the way you'd probably imagine. What he does isn't entirely pure instinct and inherited memory. It's not entirely animalistic I guess. It goes deeper than that, and I don't think I want to go that deep.

I'm trying to keep calm, hoping somehow I won't get noticed

(Later)

Well, so much for not being noticed! To my credit I had to fight. That old bastard found me and if I hadn't fought I'd probably be dead.

I probably shouldn't be writing, but I don't know a better way to handle this. I…I killed someone, and 106 picked off the other.

I felt the closet around was unsafe. That bastard was close and I could feel it, like my survival instinct just went haywire. But along with 106 there was another danger…

Frikkin D-Class…

They had me cornered some ways from the library and I had no choice. Literally, they ripped my gloves so I had no choice but to defend myself. I touched one of the criminals and in my fear and anger I turned the man into a smoke quartz statue with a bit of fire agate. The other backed right into 106, who took him screaming into the pocket dimension. I turned to run, but there the decaying corrosive old man was.

Obsidian sprung like black liquid from my hands, which I formed quickly into sharp daggers with a thought. 106 looked intrigued for a second and then had a wicked grin.

"Cadence!"

Just beyond the Keter, I saw Cool, his shoulder still patched from the wound he had received. I was suddenly glad to see him and something strange happened.

The obsidian in my hand changed. Not a different color, but a completely different stone. I didn't know what it was, but it shone brightly in an orange and yellow shimmer, reminding me of a bright sunset. 106 hissed at the stone, drawing back angrily. On a hunch, I threw one of the bright stone daggers at him and I noticed it burned his chest where it hit. 106 growled and disappeared into the nearby wall.

I heard my friend curse as I fell over, suddenly exhausted. I kept my hands up as I fell, not wanting to hurt him or anyone else.

"Cadence! Damn it what happened to your-" he saw the torn remnants of my gloves, "Oh".

He then noticed the smoky quartz D-Class. "What have you done?"

The concern was apparent in his voice and when I glanced into those brown eyes, I saw it was for me. I managed a small smile. I felt so light headed I couldn't think of a coherent response.

The last thing I remember was Cool sitting with me in that small dark corner. He moved my head to his side, his arm around me protectively.

"Hang in there, Caddy..."

I don't know how long I was out, but I'm writing now by lamplight. I have a pair of silk blue gloves on from my cell and in a chair close to the bed I'm in is Cool, peacefully asleep. We both had quite an adventure today, so I better get more rest too. That…and I think he looks adorable asleep.

Yours,
Caddy

August 20, 2008

He's been reading Tuck Everlasting. I caught him reading a chapter when I woke up yesterday morning. I'm feeling slightly more energetic, not really enough to get up and move. It sucks, because I don't feel safe or comfortable here surrounded by doctors and researchers. The only time I feel safe is when Cool is there with me. As it turns out, he was the one who retrieved my spare gloves from my cell.

The crystal I produced last week didn't go completely through 106 like I thought. Small fragments of it were stuck inside of him, causing a burned looking patch to appear on his chest and left shoulder. Further testing proved it's a crystal commonly called Sun Stone.

Probably needless to say, Gears is interested. After all, he documents 106 the most, and apparently never considered Sun Stone to be a weakness to the peculiar SCP. Well, he does hate all solar related things, so I guess this makes sense.

They want me to produce more of it for further study on 106. I keep trying but somehow Cool keeps coming back to mind and I wind up with rose quartz. Ugh! It's so frustrating! Can I please not like him for a while? At least long enough to produce this sun stone so I'll be left alone?

Yours,
Caddy

August 27, 2008

I can't fall asleep again. My heart is racing and I feel jittery, breathless. It's getting worse. I'm dreaming of him now…

I don't remember too many dreams, but boy do I remember how this one ended. Somehow we were dancing, a nice slow dance. My head was on his shoulder as he held me. I remember as it ended, I looked into those beautiful warm chocolate brown eyes. I…I almost kissed him. God, what is wrong with me?!

I'm starting to wonder if I should tell him. But of course, the sane part of my brain is telling me that would be wrong. I mean, he's going to be a researcher. Me? Well, I'll be force out of his life forever.

I know I should just accept it, but it hurts too much. What does one do when they love someone who can never truly be theirs? It feels like a dagger in the heart.

I'm trying so hard not to love him, but the more he shows he cares, the closer he gets to my heart. But it hurts, knowing that it'll amount to nothing.

Some days, I really do wish I could be…like everyone else. Why couldn't I be like everyone else?! Why couldn't I just be born…

Normal?

Yours,
Cadence