Chapter 10. January, 2009
January 1, 2009
Happy new year! Rather than spending time with friends, I've decided to just go to the library to reflect. Looking outside, it looks so beautiful, the perfect start to a whole new year.
But I can't help but feel a tinge of fear. I haven't forgotten what 106 told me, and I wonder about the choices we'll all have to inevitably make. Will it destroy us? How exactly will my decisions harm Cool? What if…I'm the one to hurt him?
I wouldn't dream of it, but what if that's what the old man meant? What reason though would I have to hurt him? If you love someone, you aren't supposed to hurt them. And believe me, I'd rather die than hurt him.
I don't know, maybe I'm thinking too hard or too much about this. Only God knows how the future will go. So I'll leave 106's prediction in the Lord's hands.
Yours,
Caddy
January 8, 2009
It seems Gears hasn't given up his fight. He seems almost hellbent on Cool not being able to see me. I'm furious!
According to Dr. O'Reilly, the rat bastard knocked the figurine I made for Cool off of his desk. Dr. O'Reilly insists it was an accident, but I'm not stupid. If I know Gears at all, it was a message, to both Cool and myself.
I'm beginning to wonder if Gears may have something to do with 106's prediction. I have to find a way to speak to the old man about it…possibly. But even so, I know he'll be cryptic about it with me. I need to find someone, besides Gears, who can fully understand 106 in his entirety.
But who else can? If he isn't clear with me, it's obvious he won't answer my questions through the mouth of someone else. And on top of that, I have to do this all without any of my friend's knowledge.
I hate to do things behind their backs, but this is something I have to do. I have to know what the old man was talking about.
Yours,
Caddy
January 12, 2009
I was in the library today when I met someone who may be able to help. I don't trust him, as I've heard a lot of stories about him, and on top of that he's an associate of Dr. Gears. Doctor Alto Clef has himself quite a reputation as a gun and music fanatic. He specializes in interdimensional entities, which I think is close to the Old Man's alley.
But I don't trust him. He's an associate, as said before, of both Gears and Bright, yet he stood with Kondraki, Cool, and O'Reilly to keep me alive. He wasn't too clear on why, just that he expects great things from me. I'm grateful regardless. I didn't tell him about 106 or his prediction for me and Cool. I don't trust him enough for that. He may have turned on Gears before, but who knows what exactly he'll turn around and tell him?
So for the time being, our conversation was centered mostly on literary favorites and some philosophy talk. It wasn't much, but the conversation was very welcome.
Yours,
Caddy
January 19, 2009
Cool apologized to me on Gears' behalf for breaking the figurine. Thankfully he brought the pieces with him so I could fix it. I was eager for conversation, particularly with him.
"So…does he know?" I asked.
"About what?" he replied.
"Your hide out slash thinking spot".
"The Caves? No, he doesn't. Where I go, outside of Foundation, is none of his business. He never asks so I never tell".
"If he ever did, would you ever tell him?"
"Hm…what do you think?"
"I want to believe no".
"I'd never risk him finding it. It's one of the few places I can go for some peace and quiet".
"Few places?"
Cool shrugged. "I have quarters yes, but honestly I prefer more…natural places".
"Places like that?"
"I have a certain admiration for naturally beautiful things".
"I can understand that. But what do you mean by…naturally beautiful things?"
"Nature itself" he smiled.
"Oh" I replied slightly disappointed but hoped it didn't show.
I had no wish to ruin the moment to be honest. A part of me is thankful he didn't seem to notice.
Yours,
Caddy
January 26, 2009
I saw Clef at the library again. He was reading a copy of Dante's Inferno when Dr. O'Reilly and I came in. My psychologist seemed highly uneasy around him. I've noticed he has that effect on people. Sure, I think he's slightly off putting, but not completely unbearable.
"Ah, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, miss Revan?" he put the book aside and stood from his seat.
"Dr. Clef" I acknowledged him with a lighthearted smile.
"And of course you, Derrick. Always a pleasure".
"Of course…"
"Mind if I join you guys on this little excursion? After all, Caddy here's gotta be supervised and four eyes are better than two".
"Caddy, what do you think?"
I shrugged. "I'm not against it".
"Wonderful! It's always a pleasure, Caddy".
Clef stayed with us throughout my visit and we just talked about every day happenings. It felt odd, talking about my day to day life with someone outside my usual circle of friends. I don't trust him enough with too many details so I just gave him the general stuff. But eventually I do hope to get him to either spy on Gears for me or talk to the Old Man.
He supports me in my belief in crystal therapy. Clef believes there is a science, borderline art, behind it. For once, someone is actually encouraging me with my dream, besides Cool and O'Reilly of course. If he can't help with 106, he can at least help with my dream of being beneficial to the Foundation, and mankind of course. I want to help prove that just because I'm an anomaly doesn't mean I can't do good.
I may not be ordinary, but the least I can do is try.
Yours,
Caddy