[ WP ] November , 1965 : Moscow has lost radio contact with a secret research facility in Siberia , and the last broadcast from the facility was `` It ... is awake . ''

*Hey guys, just wanted to say this is my first post in this subreddit ( and on reddit for that matter ), anyway here is my story let me know what you think: 
 
 In a secret bunker underneath the city of Moscow, the bitter smell of a cigar lingers in the air. The smoke from the cigar slowly dances around an incandescent bulb. A row of these old and discolored bulbs give off a warm yellow light in a plush and lightly furnished office. Six important men sit in a row, in cushioned theater style chairs. Another man sits behind a desk facing them with a microphone and radio resting in front of him on old oak desk. They all sit in silence waiting for the radio to begin receiving transmissions from the research facility in Siberia. 
 
 Suddenly the radio comes to life and cuts the silence in the room with the crunching sound of static, startling a couple of the men. The tinny voice of a man comes in through the static, `` Come in Moscow, do you read?'' 
 
 The man behind the desk sits upright and responds into the microphone, `` We read you loud and clear Siberia.'' 
 
 `` Good,'' the man on the radio continues, `` good evening gentlemen, I just wanted to let you know that testing has had some complications, it seems our test subject is more resilient than we thought. It began showing signs of consciousness early this morning.'' 
 
 One of the men from the room quickly sits up and nervously asks, `` It's not conscious now, is it?'' 
 
 The man on the radio gives a smug laugh, `` Of course not, only a fool would allow such a thing. We immediately gave it a stronger sedative to induce a deeper sleep.'' 
 
 `` Is that the'complication' you were speaking of doctor?'' Another man from the room asks. 
 
 `` Not quite,'' The man on the radio let out a quick sigh, `` the complication is we found that we ca n't get too close to the test subject at this time. The last two men who entered the room to interact with it died a mere six hours later. We're not quite sure on the cause of death, although we speculate it was due to radiation poisoning. Once the autopsy comes back we will confirm or deny this theory, and if it is true we should be able to proceed as long as we wear containment suits from now on.'' 
 
 One of the men from the room put his cigar in the ashtray and leaned forward towards the radio, `` Doctor, are you positive there's anything to learn from this...'thing'. It seems to be more dangerous than it's worth, and there's no point to keep it around if there's no benefit.'' The rest of the men in the room began to mumble amongst themselves, either for or against the argument. 
 
 `` Gentlemen please,'' the man on the radio began, `` you need to understand that we are dealing with something here that no one has ever encountered before. We have a rare opportunity here to take a glimpse into the future and learn things that nobody knows yet. Our test subject is an unbelievably vast well of untapped knowledge, technology we have never even fathomed is simple and archaic to what it knows. Imagine the spoils mother Russia could obtain from this knowledge. Unfortunately, we are learning as we go, but I assure you we have everything under control. The safety of our test subject and the safety of our staff here are my number one concerns. I assure you the test subject is as harmless as a small kitten in the current state that it is in, and we will do everyth-''. 
 
 The man on the radio was interrupted by a faint voice on the radio in the background. No one in the room could quite make out what he was saying. The faint voice quit talking and the man on the radio came back on, `` Excuse me gentlemen, it seems a small occurence has commanded my attention. I will only be gone a minute, it's nothing to worry about.'' 
 
 The men in the room silently sat around the radio as they worriedly glanced around at one another. They realized they had all leaned forward to try to hear the faint voice from earlier and they all slowly leaned back into their chairs. Everyone was too nervous to say anything, and none of them knew what to say anyway. The silence was thick and as it continued the tension built in the room, and everyone became more increasingly uncomfortable. Once again the crackling of static shattered the silence and all the men in the room turned their heads towards the radio. The sound of an alarm began to grow in volume over the radio accompanied with the sound of various men shouting in the background. 
 
 The man behind the desk began shouting into the microphone, `` Hello, hello, Siberia, please come in, can anybody hear us? What is your current situation?'' 
 
 There was no response. Only the continuation of the alarm as it slowly reverberated down the spines of everyone in the room. Suddenly, running footsteps were heard on the radio as the voice of the man from earlier screamed from the radio over the alarms, `` It seems I was horribly wrong gentlemen, we seriously miscalculated the will power of our test subject and he is awake and loose, Oh god what have we unleashed onto this worl-.'' The man on the radio was cut off as a huge explosion resonated through the radio, making the men in the room jump in their seats. The lights in the office flickered off and sent the room into complete darkness as the radio went dead silent. Everyone was too afraid to move or make a noise, they silently sat as still as possible in the eerily quite darkness. Slowly, the sound of rough, laborious breathing began to rise from the radio, the last breathes of a dying man. The man from earlier whispered through the radio `` It... is awake.'' A loud thud is heard, and then a sickening sound of something being torn apart and the smacking of lips. A gut-wrenching inhuman scream is heard over the radio as the sound burn-outs the transistors on the radio. The sound slowly echos through the room and disappears. 
 
 The lights flicker back on, and there is nothing but sheer terror and regret on all of the faces of the men in the room. As the men sit in silence, certain of their doom, the smoke of the long forgotten cigar slowly rises from the ashtray to carelessly dance around the yellow incandescent lights once again.
