The Russian Slender Experiment

Prologue-a disastrous experiment

 February 18, 1980  

          In an undisclosed location in a Siberian forest, Soviet scientists were hard at work. Ever since the Soviet Union broke their usual neutral stance and rushed their war machine into Afghanistan, the motherland was left vulnerable in the event that war broke out with NATO so in addition to an A-135 missile system installed around many Russian cities, the Secret Brain Lab located deep inside Siberia received orders from the Kremlin to begin work on an important project codenamed Stroynyy Muzhchina. The aim of this project was to create a biological superweapon to be used against the West if they decided to attack the Soviet countries.

          The door to the lab burst open as two armed guards carrying a struggling man in a business suit marched in. Trailing them were two men, one of them wearing a lab coat and the other was dressed in the olive green colors of a Soviet general. The two guards forced the struggling man onto a chair in the middle of the room and strapped him in. 

         "Please have mercy!" the man begged.

 One of the scientists ,Dmitri, noticed that the man spoke Russian with a German accent.  One of the guards smacked him across the face with the butt of his AK-47, trying to shut him up. Dmitri winced as he heard the rifle butt connect with the foreigner's cheek.

         " Priviet, Comrades," the man in the lab coat, whom Dmitri deduced was the head scientist for Secret Brain, spoke. He had greying hair on the back of his balding head and wore very thick and round glasses. " Strapped to the chair in the middle of the room we have Gospodin Heinz Mueller, a physician from the city of East Berlin. Vrach Mueller has volunteered himself for a great cause."

        Behind his glasses, he gazed over at the terrified doctor with his dull brown eyes. Dmitri felt a pang of sorrow for Mueller as he struggled fruitlessly against his straps. Mueller did not seem that old. He had short cropped brunette hair, green eyes, and a heart-shaped face. 

       "Please don't do this," Mueller begged. " I have a family back home. All I wanted to do was help sick and wounded children."

        The Head Scientist cackled. "Oh, you will. By becoming the test subject of Stroynyy Muzhchina."  He then turned to the general standing behind him. "General Leonidovich, what you are about to witness will be the turning point in this Cold War. The balance will tip in our favor."

        General Leonidovich nodded." I am pleased to bear witness, Dr. Petrov." 

        "Alright." Dr. Petrov's eyes turned to them. He pointed at Dmitri and another scientist who Dmitri knew as Anatoly." You two! Administer Zhidkaya Smert to Dr. Mueller!"

         Dmitri looked a bit hesitant to inject the vile liquid the poor doctor, but Anatoly was already on his way. Dmitri joined him and retrieved the needle while Anatoly retrieved a purple liquid inside a glass flask. Dr. Mueller began to whimper as he watched the two men approach him.

        "It's going to be alright," Dmitri assured him. However, he was unsure himself. Dmitri prepared the purple liquid as Anatoly prepared the needle.

           Why am I even doing this? Dmitri wondered. Oh right, this is for the motherland.

           After what felt like hours, Anatoly finally injected Liquid Death to the poor East German Doctor. Dr. Mueller suddenly let out an inhuman shriek as the solution took effect. The scientists, Dmitri included, backed into the corners of the room as Mueller shook violently for about thirty seconds until he finally stabilized. Dmitri noticed his eyes roll into the back of his head and his face turn a ghostly white. 

          And I thought he could not have turned more pale, Dmitri thought.

        "Marvelous!" The general's black eyes shone in glee. He stood up and walked up to Dr. Petrov. Together, they made their way to Mueller, whose face had turned as white as snow. Dmitri fought the urge to scream once he saw the monstrosity that used to be Dr. Mueller.

          "I am glad you like it, General." Dr. Petrov grinned. "Perhaps we can celebrate later with vodka."

          "Yes, but there is some clean up needed to be done first." General Leonidovich responded with a smirk. He took out a radio and gave an order. Before anyone could react,  numerous soldiers dressed in all black with balaclavas covering their faces burst in. Dmitri's heart leapt into his mouth as he recognized them as the death squads of the Spetsnaz. 

What the hell are they doing here?

Leonidovich smiled. "Forgive me, Petrov, but the creation of such a weapon needs to be kept secret."

            He raised his hand and the soldiers raised their guns and sprayed the area, killing the screaming scientists. Dmitri watched Anatoly take several bullets before falling to the ground in a pool of blood. Miraculously, none of the bullets had made their mark on him, but Dmitri knew he had to fool the general lest he receives the same fate as his comrades. He lay down onto the gore-stained floor and hoped the blood would make it look convincing.

             " Oh, it is not a problem." Petrov chuckled as they walked past Dmitri on the way to Mueller. Dmitri watched as they arrived in front of the East German.

             "So, Dr. Mueller," Leonidovich asked the restrained being that looked more phantom than human. "How are you feeling?"

              To answer that question, various white tendrils were emitted from the doctor's body.  It took all of his willpower not to gasp .  The tendrils broke the straps holding the doctor and what was left of him stood up.

             Yebena mat! How did he get eight feet tall?

              The doctor was a tall man, but he had barely reached six feet before the administration of Zhidkaya Smert . What's more? What was left of his brown hair had disappeared and he was now a tall, faceless abomination . This was something out of Dmitri's nightmares. He watched warily as the creature made his way to Petrov and Leonidovich.

              "This is my masterpiece," Petrov announced with a low cackle. He walked up to the creature and grabbed his hand. Suddenly, the top two tendrils of the creature clasped Dr. Petrov on his sides.

                "What ar-" Dr. Petrov began, but before he could finish his sentence, he was torn apart by the tendrils. The creature quickly discarded both halves of Dr. Petrov before turning to General Leonidovich , who stood his ground, unmoved by what had just happened.

                 " Stand down!" He ordered. However, the creature either did not understand or chose not to obey the general. Dmitri lay there trembling in fear as the white phantom advanced on Leonidovich. The Spetsnaz fired on it, but the bullets did not seem to have any kind of visible effect on it. Seemingly enraged, it turned on the Spetsnaz. Many more white tendrils reached out from its body and impaled the screaming death squad soldiers. It threw some of them across the room as Dmitri tried to capitalize on the confusion to escape from the lab.  

                 Just a little longer, he thought as he crawled the last few paces toward the door. The night wind greeted him by caressing his face as he exited the lab and sat up , only to come face to face with the faceless man!

               "No..no.." Dmitri started to back away. Where the creature's maw was supposed to be, a dark hole appeared. "No!" Dmitri's scream echoed across the dark Siberian forest.

So it begins...