Chapter 14- May, 2009
May 2, 2009
Tension within the Foundation is common. You have researchers vying for places of power, SCPs often fight, both each other and for their freedom. And of course the Chaos Insurgency seems to have agents everywhere. The most we can do for now is stay close and hope for a miracle.
Yes, rumors are abound that there's a CI agent somewhere in our midst. A part of me doesn't believe it, as I'm trying not to get into that paranoid mindset. But still, I'm on higher alert than ever.
I'm told to not trust anyone new who may try to act as a researcher. If only Dr. O'Reilly knew that I don't trust too many researchers here enough as it is…
Clef sent me a note saying he'd see me soon. He's been spying on Gears for me, getting as much information as I need. There haven't been any further talks of me being reclassified I hope. He mentioned it was urgent. When things die down, I'll know what's going on.
Yours,
Caddy
May 9, 2009
So, Clef did come by and he passed to me the most worrisome of news. No I'm not being reclassified. Gears has planned Cool's final test before graduation. He…he's going to be researching SCP 682.
SCP 682 is the Keter of Keters. Even. Dr. O'Reilly has to be careful when he does his sessions with that lizard. He's virtually indestructible and has a hatred of all life. I'm actually shocked Gears hasn't thrown me to 682 yet. If he wanted to kill me, then this keter damn well could've done it easily without batting an eyelash.
And now I'm wondering if this is a trap. What if Gears wants 682 to kill me, and he's willing to put Cool's life on the line to assure my death? No way. Gears may be a cold hearted emotionless bastard, but surely he isn't THAT desperate…is he?
Yours,
Caddy
May 16, 2009
I guess he is truly that desperate. Cool has confirmed to me that 682 is indeed his final test. Dear god, Gears is insane!
I want to tell him it's a trap, that it's all a plot to part us forever. But…what if he doesn't believe me? What if he thinks I'm just being paranoid like everyone else?
Ugh! First rumors of a CI agent and now this?! And for a moment I thought our problems were over, that Gears would finally leave us alone. But apparently I couldn't be more wrong.
It's not over. He'll hunt me until he has what he wants. I know. And now, he's going to force me to make a choice. This is his ultimatum to me.
Either Cool goes…or I go. How selfish does this bastard think I am? I would gladly put my life on the line for the man I love. I would never let anyone or anything hurt him.
I've made my choice. I am resolved to die. This is the choice…this, I realize, is what the Old Man was talking about.
Yours,
Caddy
May 23, 2009
In three days, I will be dead. In three days, I will have peace. I am resolved as ever, even as I write this, my last entry.
In three days, perhaps this journal will be found. Maybe it'll be disposed of. I hope not. I want my Prince Valiant to read this, to know I speak the truth.
I love you, Dr. Cool. I love you like none before, and in so many different ways. Please, forgive me my darling knight, my prince Valiant. I don't want to leave you alone in this cruel, cold world. But it needs you. It needs you so much more than it ever needed me. I will wait for you, eternally if I have to.
Do you remember Tuck Everlasting, my dearest? If there's one life lesson it teaches, it's this: You don't need to live forever. You just need to live. I love you, and I always will. Don't forget me…please.
To Gears: I hope you're happy. You've won. You were the one thing my love for your junior researcher couldn't conquer. Perhaps I didn't love him enough. After all, he was my first and only. But then again, what am I supposed to know of love? After all, I'm just a weapon. But it's sad…a weapon knows more about love than you do. I've loved stronger and deeper than a bastard like you could ever dream.
To those who shared Gears' opinion, you couldn't be more wrong. I wasn't a weapon. I wasn't an object. I was, no, I am, a person. A gifted person. I'm a beautiful woman, who loved the right man under the worst of circumstances. You didn't know me. Learn to understand before you pass judgment. Find the real monsters, like my foster family, before you attack people like me.
To those who loved me and helped me and my friends, all I can say is thank you. And as the years pass, I hope that each and every one of you are blessed. To Iris, Carlisle, and Dr. O'Reilly…thank you. I love you guys so much. Please don't be too sad for me or miss me too much. I want you guys to be happy. Don't be sad that I'm gone. Be happy I lived.
Live Life to the fullest. Laugh often. And for god's sake…love with all your heart. And love truly.
Love Forevermore,
Cadence Leah Revan