“No, that just doesn’t make any sense. Why would the director go to such lengths to destroy your family? Spreading lies is one thing… but to use some weird gas which may or may not exist… I find it hard to believe.”     “Grandpa! Mike said it had something to do with him. Then there was the doctor’s report and the mention of the whole bizarre experiment. I think it’s all linked to what’s happening now.” Marcel paced back and forth across the room trying to connect the dots.     “Alright, wait a second… let me see if I get right. Michael Rayburn, your grandfather; we know that he was at Acre Hills apparently admitted for mental instability at a time when he had supposedly died from heart attack. No one in your family had ever said anything about this yet his file was there, could it be that th

    Although they were both anxious for answers, at this very moment it was still rather useless to take action, the most they could do was speculate and plan out their next move in solving the mystery. So running around in the open was absolutely not such a good idea when logically they were mere young adults battling against the heartless enemy.     Marcel obediently stayed at the boy’s residence jotting down her conclusion and reviewing them, convincing herself that this was real… all the recent irrational, crazy things in her life was actually happening.      Nate did as he said, driving back to the diner hoping that Betty was calm enough to be reasoned with, thinking that since he had managed to persuade her for a chance in the beginning then maybe he could do the same once more, now that she wouldn’t be influenced or provoked by the reminders of gossiping empl

    “D… dead? no! that’s impossible! It can’t be!” Nate stammered in disbelief, the fear in his heart growing by the second.     “Save it! we have witnesses confirming that you were the last ones to see her alive.” The cop rudely shoved him forward as he spoke while another opened the doors and lead the way out of the diner.     “We left right after the rest of the workers… she can’t be dead… maybe she’s missing…”     “Enough! We found the body. So don’t waste your breath lying; one way or another we ‘will’ get a confession out of you.”     “No…” Nate murmured in denial, the gruesome feeling of dread quickly pounding in his chest.      “G

    “Dad…” Marcel cautiously called out to the agitated man a few minutes later; certainly they could not continue in this manner… her silently questioning the meaning of his words and him clearly panicking with almost all the answers flustering in his brain.     However, hearing the soft tender voice calling out to him with worry and care, Maxwell instantly ceased his actions of pacing back and forth, yet his body was uncontrollably shivering in fear… perhaps struggling to connect the series of events replaying over and over in his confused state of mind.     “Wh… what experiment is Victor Ambrose doing at Acre Hills?” The girl mustered up the courage to ask despite dreading the response, thinking that if a grown man who had suffered all sort of hardship in his fifty something years of life was this shaken up by what had possibly happene

   “No! You can’t do this!” Even when pushed into a corner, Nate refused to accept defeat, fighting with every last bit of energy he could muster up; kicking and crazily shaking his body desperately trying to avoid his fate.     Unfortunately, in the end he was no match for the others. His already handcuffed hands were further held in place while his head was forcefully shoved against the table allowing Victor to administer the unknown substance with ease.     “That’s enough, you can release him… take the cuffs off. He’s not going anywhere.”     “Are you sure? What if he’s faking it?”      “We can’t have him causing a scene, people with get suspicious.”      Nate could clearly hear the group of men disc