Prologue

Wednesday morning was when I found him. I had woken up late because the electric went out as it usually does when my father tirelessly commits to his work in the lab. My alarm clock wasn't set, so I had quickly gotten dressed and ran to yell at my father for not waking me up for school.

I opened the door to his room, and to my horror I saw him there, lying motionlessly in his desk chair. His head was drawn back and his mouth and eyes were wide open. Oozing down the side of his lips was a dark black liquid that looked thick like tar.

I couldn't comprehend the situation other than the one confirmed fact; he was dead -but by how? My father wouldn't kill himself, at least that is what I thought until I spotted the set of notes that were carefully stacked on top of his lap.

I read the notes in private after I had called 9-1-1. I decided not to mention to the police that my father had a lab, or that he left an incredible abundance of self-written recordings about his test subject.

Ellie.

After I finished reading the papers my father left for me, I noticed on the very last page, in bold letters was written; DON'T GO INTO THE LAB. THREE ELEVEN THIRTEEN IS UNSTABLE.

I know, probably more than anyone, that Ellie was unstable. The last time I tried speaking with him, he lunged at me. I remembered the shock of my head hitting the floor, and him on top of me, both his hands around my throat, trying to suffocate me.

I haven't been down to the lab since.

Now, here I am, standing before my father's grave, as reality starts to sink in. I am officially alone. Everything my father ever owned, is now mine to care for. Everything illegal my father has done, is now my burden to bear.

Test subject Three Eleven Thirteen is now mine to hide. Ellie is my responsibility now.