Ellie. Project Three Eleven Thirteen. I sat at my father's desk, rummaging through the papers and notes in hope to find something about Ellie. My father was a brilliant man who wrote down everything he ever accomplished, but that didn't explain why were there no notes, or even references towards Ellie. I haven't been able to find papers regarding Three Eleven Thirteen besides the ones my father purposely wanted me to read when he killed himself.

My father never spoke much about the making of Ellie. He said something about him being a project funded by a government corporation, but when months had passed, and my father and his colleagues had no success with giving Ellie actual life, they dropped the project all together, well all of them excluding my father.

Ever since then, my father has secretly kept Ellie in his own lab. It took him years to figure out the science of actually getting Ellie's man-made organs to work, but eventually, he did.

I remember, when I was very little, my father would buy different organs off the black market, because I once accidentally opened a Styrofoam box with a kidney in it. The organs my father couldn't buy off the black market, he would create himself. Mechanical, Ellie's heart is a machine. Well, part machine, the other half was a pig's heart.

What concerns me is the black toxins running through Ellie's body right now. There is no explanation for any of that to be in him, whatever it is. Even my father had no idea what the stuff was, or how it became in Ellie, but all I know is I don't want it in me. It drove my father insane, I don't think it's meant to be in a human body, which is why Ellie is so easily capable of containing it. 

Eventually, I gave up my search, and returned to the living room. Knowing my father as the perfectionist that he was, if he failed an experiment, he might have burned all evidence of it's existence.

Maybe he had notes on Ellie, but got rid of them, which was just my luck.

Ever since this morning, Ellie hasn't stayed quiet. I don't know what he does down there, but it worries me that it's unending. From the sounds of the chains, it sounds as if he's trying to break free.

He can't already be that smart, surely. His brain thrives off of the medicine I give him, it's not developed enough to crave freedom.

At least it shouldn't be.

I pounded my foot on the floor, hoping that would silence him, but instead, it sounded as if he purposely got louder.

Unable to take it any longer, I did what first came to my mind, I turned on my record player and put it on the loudest setting. For the rest of the day, I indulged myself in my painting, and refused to think of Ellie the entire time. I fed him earlier, he was fine.

For the next few days, I found it easier to go down and feed Ellie. Granted, I don't think my fear of him will ever disappear, and I dread even going down to the lab, but it also doesn't nearly give me a heart attack to do it.

Though, what concerns me is Ellie's energy levels. He's never tired anymore. Like a child, he's constantly moving, tugging on the chains even when I'm down there in the cell with him. He's pulling harder and harder with each time I feed him.

He really wants out, I can tell, and I have a feeling he won't stop until he gets what he wants.

So, I decided to do the only logical thing I can do. I'm not going to stop feeding him, I'm just going to secure him even better.

Just for my confirmation and ease.

I went to the hardware store, and bought a fourteen foot chain. I figured that was enough to bind him down for now. I'm just worried about how he'll act regarding me putting it on him.

I walked down to the basement, and opened the cell door. As always he was sitting in the corner, tugging on the chains with all his strength.

When I walked in, he stopped, and stared at me. His dark eyes were wide, and curious, and I brushed off the look of pure wonder he was giving me.

"Good morning to you too." I said, as I threw the chain on the floor. "This is for you." I stated as if it were a gift, "But I need your cooperation."

Silence.

I still don't know if he can understand me, the majority of me thinks he can't, but I still like to have hope that the entire English language is something I don't have to teach him. I don't even know if I want to teach him. I weigh the pros and cons of doing so in my head all the time.

On one hand, I get someone to talk to, because living alone without someone to do so is a bit boring.

On the other hand, I'm afraid he will never shut up, considering all the bundled up energy he has.

I leaned down in front of him, we were only inches apart as I looked him in the eyes. Holding up the chain, I wondered if he had any idea on what I was going to do. Or if he even cared.

"This is for the both of us." I stated, as I took hold of his arm, and began wrapping the chain around it, and then the other. I was surprised at how cold his body was, considering though this was the basement, I kept it incredibly warm for him. After wrapping the chain around him I connected both ends to the wall. Ellie just sat there, watching my every move, but as always, he never dared to move himself. Not around me anyway.

I couldn't help but wonder what goes on inside his head when he sees me -or when he's alone for that matter.

Feeling rather relieved that chaining him up was so easy, I grabbed some medicine and allowed him to have his well-deserved dose for today. I then shut the prison door, and went back upstairs. I felt safer knowing he was chained up with more than just one chain. Hearing him move around down there didn't even bother me as much.

As usual, I turned on my record player, but this time, not to drown him out, but to take advantage of this feeling I have.