Chapter 6- September, 2008

September 3, 2008

Well, we're one step closer to fall finally. Thank goodness, I'm tired of hot, dragging on forever summer. And, true to his promise, Cool got me a small gift to remind me that fall is that much closer: A small charm bracelet with different fall related charms dangling from a rose gold linked chain.

God, this thing must've been expensive! And I know for a fact he doesn't get paid a whole lot. So he's been putting money away since June just to make me happy. Dang it, why must he be so sweet, so kind to me? It makes trying not to love him even more difficult. Not that I've told him I'm trying or even if I did it wouldn't matter. Mostly because I'm failing miserably. The heart wants what it wants I suppose…

Yours,
Caddy

September 10, 2008

I thanked Cool for the bracelet and asked how much it cost. He just simply shrugged and asked me why it was important.

"Because I know you don't get paid too well".
"I just keep my promises, Caddy. No matter the cost, and that's all you need to know".

Dr. O'Reilly asked me about it during one of our sessions. I tried to tell him I had made it, but I produce crystal, not metal. He was quick to catch on and…I told him my secret. I ended up in tears, and it was embarrassing to say the least.

But the man surprised me. He was so kind about it, listening and helping me sort things out. He promised not to tell anyone and I only hope he keeps it. He did however recommend the unthinkable…

Tell Cool.

Even now I shake my head at the thought. He can't know. It'd end terribly for us both. If an anomaly forms an attachment to a…human (God, I really hate using that word!) both are usually terminated, especially if the person reciprocates. I won't, I can't ruin him like that. If we're destined for two different paths, so be it then. I'll give what I can give for now, and take what little I may deserve. He'll never know, no matter how much it pains me.

Yours,
Caddy

September 17, 2008

If my hand writing seems a bit shakey, forgive me. I'm just…everything happened so quick…and it showed how desperate the Foundation is to get the sun stone I create.

Yes, they finally went there.

They threw me into SCP 106's containment zone!

And of course, the old man was oh so happy to see me. I was left in that zone for two hours…fighting for my life.

The old man hissed at the sight of me, ready to fight. I turned and ran, trying to get out of that wretched place. I screamed for help, holding a considerably large piece of sun stone in my hand. 106 shifted his form, and I realized I forgot he could appear as anything, he turned to a large black dragon, his dark eyes glowing with a malicious glee.

Well…it seemed I was on my own here.

With no other options, I had to fight. When I opened my eyes again, the sun stone had somehow fashioned itself into a blade. I blessed it mentally with a prayer in Latin and stood to fight.

My courage surprised even me. I just never felt so strong before. For the first time I felt like I was in control. I felt like…a hero from one of my books.

But it wasn't enough. Skill was what I lacked, and before I knew it, my vision blackened. When I was able to open my eyes again all I could see was darkness. My head pounded the smell was absolutely wretched.

Ah…awake at last… a voice, whispery and all resounding, said.

I looked around until I saw a pair of glowing dark eyes in the blackness. I knew who it was.

"Release me, demon" I spat at him.

SCP 106 kept his malicious grin, which was also visible. He smelled like rotting flesh and I gagged lightly.

Resilient as always. I'll release you in good time, but there's much to be discussed, and preferably away from listeners.
"Why should I speak to you?"
Because…I could sell your secret out to Gears. I was curious as to why a man such as he would fear someone like you. It's clear he's well within his right to be so.

Gears feared me? I still find the thought ludicrous. Why would Cool's mentor be afraid of me? 106 seemed to note my confusion.

It's not for the reason you're most likely thinking. Your powers are irrelevant to him. It's your hold on his pupil that has him worried.
"Why? I have no influence on Dr. Cool".
Oh how wrong you are. Your soldier has survived much, thriving on his own strength and will. His ambitions are…quite high.
"Ambitions?"
Ideas that Gears has put in his head. See, the man has plans for your soldier, your…Prince Valiant I suppose would be more appropriate for him.

Prince Valiant…I'll have to remember that the next time I see him.

"And those plans are?"
I can't say anything for certain, but he will face many a great foe in his future…and someday, not today, tomorrow, or the next, but someday, you will have to make a choice.
"Me?"
Yes, and whichever one you choose…it'll give him nothing but pain.
"You're a liar! I'd never hurt him!"
You can deny my warnings all you want, but it won't change a thing.
"Save it, 106".
Even if by some miracle you were to make the right choice, he'd only sooner fall right into Gears' ambitions. Why are you going to force someone you love to choose between who he loves…and what he will live for?
"Because I know he won't fall for it. Cool's too strong. He controls his own ambitions, his own dreams".
Does he? Are you sure? I admire your faith in him, Cadence. It's staggering, but just how long do you think you can keep him so good, so pure of intent? The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and it'd be wise if you kept that in mind.

Before I could ask any more questions, I felt to hands grab my shoulders and pull me out. The next thing I knew, I was sobbing into Cool's chest from fear and with him was another man I didn't recognize. I just remember that he was taller than my friend, with short brown hair, and looked all muscle. His voice was angry and he was yelling.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! She wouldn't stand a chance against that thing!"

But I could barely hear. I felt breathless and every breath I managed to take in was a gasp. I focused on the hand that caressed my shoulder and upper arm, and the soft voice telling me everything was going to be okay, to breathe, that I was safe and it was over now.

But am I really safe now? If everything the old man told me was true, then neither of us are safe.

Yours,
Caddy

September 24, 2008

I've been trying to just avoid people now. I just don't want to see anyone. Haven't been eating or sleeping too well. Dr. O'Reilly's worried and keeps asking what's wrong. But I can't bring myself to tell him.

It's been plaguing me all week.

What choice will I have to make? How will it hurt him? Is there any way that I can prevent it? What in the world could Gears possibly want? I'm at a loss, and I have no clue what to do.

I know I should tell him, but what if he doesn't believe me? I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose him, and I keep asking myself: What must a girl do to save a man she loves?

Yours,
Caddy