Kamchatka, Russia
1985
"No, not the American." The Soviet officer said in Russian to his partner. "The other one."
The officers opened the prison door beside it and found a man inside, cowering in fear from the Soviets. The two officers entered the room and began to grab at the man.
"No, please. Not me. Please, no!" The man yelled in Russian.
The officers never even contemplated what the man was saying as they began dragging him out of his cell. The man continued to yell as they dragged him down the hall. After a few minutes, they came across a large cell of sorts and they forced the desperate man inside. The first officer immediately closed the door and began to seal it closed.
"No, don't do this to me, please." The man began to beg.
The officer refused to acknowledge the man, simply turning the wheel next to the door. However, it wasn't affecting the door. The man turned to face a squeaking noise coming from across the room. He noticed a small trap-door attached to a small rope, being pulled up ever so slightly. The man watched in horror as something began to exit the small space once the door was high enough. He didn't even know how to describe it. The thing came out on all four limbs, standing on its legs once it exited the crawlspace. It towered over the man, giving off a domineering presence and a foul odor. The man was frozen in fear, completely unknowing of what to do. The monster began to approach him with large lunges; the man braced himself against the metal door, waiting for the monster to do something.
"No, get away!" The man yelled.
The monster roared in response; it's four part mouth opening to reveal hundreds of razor, sharp teeth. It lunged at the man, who continued to scream.
The officers simply watched as the man was torn apart by the monster. Limb from limb, seemingly being turned inside out by this thing. One of the officers turned away from the final sight of the man, who was no longer on his feet. Soon, a voice came over the loudspeaker in the room.
"Officers Mikhail and Margosha, report to prison cell #3." The voice said with a very monotone voice.
Officer Mikhail turned to Margosha. "The American? What would they want with him?"
"What do you think? He has knowledge on the other world. He can, and will, help us open a portal once and for all." Margosha responded, confidant and feeling a patriotism for his country.
Mikhail nodded and began walking with Margosha back to the prison cells. Mikhail looked back at the cell to see the monster simply staring at them, blood covering its body.
"What about that thing? Are we not going to lock it up?" Mikhail asked, pointing at the monster.
Margosha simply shook his head. "No, there's no reason to. I'll do it later."
The two officers began walking down the long corridor and eventually came across the prison cell where the "American" was being held. However, unlike its empty status before they took the man away, now there were men standing in front of the cell door. A few more Soviet guards and the lead scientist of the operation.
Margosha and Mikhail saluted the scientist, who saluted them back.
"You're sure that he's harmless? He won't try to escape?" The lead scientist asked, pointing towards the door.
"Yes, besides, even if he tried, he would die before he could get anywhere. Americans are weak that way." Margosha replied.
The lead scientist nodded. "Well, what are you waiting for? Open the door."
Mikhail grabbed the keys off of his belt and stuck a large brown key in the door's lock. The door clicked and could now be opened. Mikhail placed the keys back on his belt and began opening the door, slowly. The Soviet guards held their rifles up, in preparation for a possible escape. However, the door finally opened with no resistance and the lead scientist peered inside the dark room. He reached for Mikhail's flashlight and turned it on to see a man simply sitting on his prison bed. He looked at the man, shook his head, and looked back down.
"Hey, don't look away from me, you know why you're here, American." The lead scientist said, speaking in English, but with a heavy Russian accent.
The "American" turned to face the lead scientist, giving him a blank stare.
"What could you possibly want from me?" The "American" responded.
"Don't be stupid. We wouldn't have kept you alive this long if you weren't useful. Now get up, we have to move." The lead scientist said, walking towards the "American".
"What I did only caused chaos, nothing more. Why don't you just get it over with?" The "American" said with his head down.
The lead scientist shook his head out of frustration and pulled a pistol from his holster. He pointed it at the "American", who gave a blank stare in response. The scientist contemplated shooting, but simply lowered the gun after holding it for a few moments.
"We know who you are, Dr. Brenner. You've created something…extraordinary. A portal to another dimension; a marvelous discovery indeed. But, you can have a lot more power here, unlike in America. You were even able to create superhumans, like Eleven?" The lead scientist said, kneeling down to Brenner's sitting height.
Dr. Brenner simply looked at the scientist. "Can you bring her to me? If you do, I would be willing to help you."
"Is she your daughter?" The scientist asked, concerned.
Dr. Brenner shook his head. "No, but I've felt like her parent. If you bring her to me, I can help your soldiers become stronger. Stronger than any force on this planet or any other, even America."
The lead scientist gave Brenner a small smile. "I know that you could do that. But you have to help us today and I promise you, that we will bring Eleven here." He said, reaching his hand out to Brenner.
Dr. Brenner shook his hand without hesitation.