Y/N woke up suspended on a cold metal bed in just his underpants but as he tried to get up, he tried to get up but found he was restrained by his wrists, ankles and neck. He started coughing when he tried to get up.

"Ahh Mr L/N you're finally awake" A man with a strong European accent started saying. Y/N tried to look at where the voice was coming from but had no luck.

"What is it with you guys and restraints. It's kind of becoming a turn off for me at this point" Y/N says looking up at the ceiling where the bright lights were shining down.

"General Becker mentioned you were a talker, I see now what he means" The man said to which Y/N responded "Becks loves it really, he just won't admit it"

The man Y/N was talking to came over who was wearing a white lab coat evidently a scientist or a doctor. The man was a Caucasian balding man with big glasses that made his brown eyes look massive as soon as Y/N saw them he burst out laughing "What the fuck are those glasses, they make your eyes looking fucking huge!" Y/N was practically howling with laughter at this point.

"Go ahead laugh away. You won't be laughing so much in the next few minutes" The scientist stated as Y/N's hysteria was dying down much to the scientist's relief, Y/N went back to looking up at the ceiling because he knew if he looked at the scientist again he would burst out laughing "So fish eyes, what's your name and where are you from?"

The scientist angrily muttered something Y/N couldn't understand probably not the biggest fan of his new nickname before answering "My name is Dr Horace Van Winkle and I am Belgian" as soon as Y/N heard his name he burst out laughing again "Fucking Winkle oooooohh that's great. You had a rough childhood didn't you bub."

Dr Van Winkle just shrugged off Y/N's assumption before gesturing to bring something over "So good doctor, what are doing here today?" Y/N asked cheerfully

"I'm glad you asked Mr L/N" three people - two women and a man came over wheeling four large bags filled with a thick dark blue substance which had several needles coming out of them "You will be injected with this substance that will bond to your muscular and skeletal systems which should then activate any mutant genes that are lurking in your DNA."

"Mutant genes? Sounds interesting" Y/N raised his eyebrows in anticipation as the doctor nodded his head "Oh it is Mr L/N, however I feel I should warn you, this is not a painless process."

Y/N let out a small laugh "I'm sorry it's really hard to take you seriously when you have something in your teeth.......a little bit of lettuce or something left over from lunch perhaps." The doctor walks a small distance away before looking back in some metal and checking his teeth to which Y/N laughs "Ah made you look".

The assistants had put the needles into Y/N's body, they were thick five or six inch needles causing Y/N to wince in pain as they were injected. There were eight needles in his legs and feet, six in his arms and hands, six in his torso and three in his face.

One of the female assistants then put a breathing tube in his mouth which confused Y/N however his confusion was soon answered as the metal bed he was on was then lowered into warm water until his body was fully submerged.

Meanwhile whilst Y/N was being submerged in the water, General Becker and the two lackeys who were called Lieutenant Price and Turner. General Becker shook Dr Van Winkle's hand as he looked at the former Captain underwater.

"Doctor I hope that this project will finally produce some results" There was clear frustration in the General's voice "Nine failed experiments, we're running out of resources here Doctor. Need I remind you there is a war going on." The doctor was clearly a little nervous by Becker's intimidating demeanor.

"D-d-don't worry General, I believe we could be close to a breakthrough. It's just we have not yet found a compatible candidate." Horace nervously replied as the General was giving him a death glare "For your sake I hope we find that candidate is found soon" the General and his two Lieutenants walked away from where the experiment would take place.

Horace had to take a minute to relax after Becker's threats before looking at his three assistants before announcing "This is now our tenth attempt at this procedure, this shall be dubbed as Weapon X" Horace and his assistants pressed various buttons on their machines as they began powering up. Horace's right index finger hovered over the start button as he looked back at Y/N before hastily pressing it.

As soon as the button was pressed the dark blue substance began emptying out of the bags and entering Y/N's system. As soon as he felt the substance entering his system, he began violently shaking due to the sheer agony of having foreign chemical matter bonded to his system. During the bonding, he started having several flashbacks throughout his life.

"Well if you hadn't have killed my wife then she would be here to do this!" His father Henry screamed at him.

"You're....a good Captain Y/N don't........let...... anyone.......tell.......you........ different." Hastings weakly spoke as Y/N held the young private in his arms.

"No I'm here because despite your past errors you were one of - if not the best soldier His Majesty's Army had ever seen." Becker explained to Y/N as he laid in his prison bed.

Whilst Y/N was having his flashbacks, in reality only around three minutes had passed as the bags became empty indicating the procedure had been completed as Horace and his assistants quickly shut down the machines.

Y/N was still the water bath but was completly unconscious or dead - in truth no one in the room knew. Horace sent one of the female assistants went down to the metal bed Y/N was attached to as she checked his pulse.

She held two fingers to left side of Y/N's neck, she looked at Horace with disappointment because she was getting nothing. Becker whispered as he looked at Y/N in the water "Come on old friend, come back"

There was still nothing from Y/N, this caused Becker, his Lieutenants and Horace all looked annoyed and frustrated. The female assistant held her fingers there for around another minute and just as she was about to give up along with the other people in the room.

A faint boom boom feeling in Y/N's neck.

"DOCTOR! DOCTOR! I've got a pulse!" She exclaimed with sheer excitement as everyone's eyes widened. Horace then slammed his hands against the table in victory and cheered as Becker smiled and shook his hand "Well done Doctor, you finally did it."

"So what now General?" Horace questioned Becker and he replied quickly "Y/N L/N is a remarkable soldier but he has questionable morals and a big mouth. He's the only one to have survived this procedure and I want you to make sure more like him can be replicated."

Horace looked at the General in confusion before nervously saying "More? I thought the plan was to make one enhanced soldier." Becker just let out a small chuckle and wrapped his arm around the increasingly nervous Doctor "We don't want enhanced soldiers, we want enhanced slaves that we control............Now I want you to run tests on him..........oh and erase his memory."

"Erase his memory"

"Erase his memory"

"Erase his memory"

Each time Becker's words were getting louder as Y/N's eyes shot open and he began thrashing around aggressively again causing the water to splash catching the members of the room's attention.

The Lieutenants both pulled out their pistols as Price said to General Becker "I think he heard you" as Y/N continued to aggressively thrash about in the water as the needles in his body came loose, be saw his whole life flash before his eyes as if they were pressed together like chapters of a book before exploding out of the water.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Y/N yelled as he resurfaced, all the members in the room immediately took steps back in fear as Y/N quickly hopped out of the water bath as the two Lieutenants fired their guns at him.

"LOCKDOWN!" Becker ordered then a few seconds later on the radio announced "I want all personnel to stop L/N from leaving the building and that's an order!" Alarms started blaring with all available units going after Y/N.

Y/N was running out of the facility as he came across two guards who pointed their pistols at him "STOP!" They yelled but of course Y/N took no notice of them and continued running towards them and they fired their guns in his direction. Y/N responded by jumping into the air and drop kicking one of the guards square in the face knocking him to the floor. As Y/N landed, he sweeped the other guard's legs before quickly grabbing his pistol and shooting him in the head before dispatching the other guard in a similar fashion. Y/N took his pistol as well.

Y/N also grabbed the two magazines the guards had and reloaded the pistols. "Let's fuck some shit up" Y/N said to himself. He continued running down the halls coming across four guards and providing swift headshots to all of them "Well at least you guys won't have to worry about headaches anymore".

He continued out of the facility turning at several corners "Fuck me, how big is this fucking place?" Y/N loudly asked himself attracting the attention of half a dozen guards who were behind him "Stand down L/N or we will open fire".

Y/N just smirked "Alright fellas you got me" he put his hands in the air. "Drop the guns NOW!" One of the guards ordered to which Y/N casually responded "Sure" Y/N dropped the guns and in that moment it was as if time slowed down as he saw the guns dropping inch by inch in his peripheral vision which gave him an idea.

As the guns edged closer to the ground, Y/N dropped and grabbed them before they hit the floor and proceeded to kill all of the guards whilst lying on his back. He did a kip up and had a look of disbelief on his face "Woah.........I knew I was good but I didn't know I was that good".

Y/N finally found the exit and proceeded to sprint faster than he thought he could towards freedom before he saw two guards come out of nowhere and fire their pistols into his body which dropped to the floor and he faceplanted on the impact.

The two guards walked over to the gunned down Y/N with one of them kicking him to see if he was still alive with no response from Y/N. They picked him up but as they got him upright and looked at him, they got the shock of their lives "Thanks for picking me up guys." Y/N smiled gleefully at the guards as he elbowed the guard to his right in the ribs and kneeing the one to the left in the gut before grabbing his pistols and killing them both.

"How they fuck did I survive that?" Y/N asked quietly but shook it off as he made his escape from the facility running off into the night questioning what the 'mutant genes' had done to him.

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Meanwhile, Becker was still in the room Y/N had his procedure in as his two came in report "Price, Turner status report on L/N". The two Lieutenants had disgruntled expressions as Price said "I regret to inform sir that he's escaped the facility"

"I'm gonna tell you what's going to happen. You two are going to assemble a small team of our best men to hunt him down. Capture if possible, kill if necessary. He'll still be useful to the good doctor dead."

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Y/N had managed to evade anymore trouble that had come his way and make it to a small town. He was still in his boxers so would stand out if he went into the public thankfully it was night time so he figured that he would wait in an alleyway for any unlucky fella coming out of the pub.

He waited for around ten minutes before a perfect suitor came out of the pub. He was forty something man who was completely pissed and looked about a similar height to Y/N. The unsuspecting drunk stumbled his way in the direction of the alley yelling "ENGLAND! ENGLAND!" before his noises were completely cut off by Y/N knocking him over the head with one of his pistols and dragging him into the alley.

Y/N took his clothes, his wallet and his keys leaving the man in the alley by himself "Sorry bub but I'm pretty sure I just became the most wanted man in Britain so I need this stuff"

Y/N left the man in his underpants in the alley and checked his wallet to find out where he lived "Thomas Wayne, 122 Hawthorne Lane. To my next destination".

Y/N got to Mr Wayne's pretty decent house, opening the door with the stolen keys and to his relief there was no else inside. Y/N took off his shirt which was covered in blood from the bullet wounds he sustained at the facility.

As he washed up and cleaned up all the blood off of his body, he looked down to check the damage on his torso "What the shit!? Where's my wounds?" He tried to figure out a reasonable explanation before Dr Van Winkle's words echoed in the back of his mind"activate any mutant genes that are lurking in your DNA." .

"HOLY SHIT!" Y/N exclaimed at the possible realisation "Hmm perhaps I should test that theory." Y/N walked over to the kitchen and found a kitchen knife before placing his hand on the counter "Here goes nothing" he said as he drove the knife down into his hand, it was only moderately painful surprisingly but as Y/N took the knife out of his hand he looked through the narrow straight hole in his hand which started to heal itself almost instantly. Y/N had a gaping mouth as he observed what was happening to him "Ohhh this is gonna be a fuckload of fun" Y/N went to the bedroom and put new clothes on (all of which were red) leaving the alcohol scented clothes on Thomas' bed.

Y/N explored his home for the night celebrating the success of the procedure and to see if there were anything here that he could take with him. When he got to the basement of the house, he found some very useful items. A couple of pistols and two authentic Japanese katana swords. All weapons that will be good when finding an old friend.

"Oh Thank you Mr Wayne!" He cheered as he grabbed the extra pistols, the 120 rounds of ammo that was there and the two katana swords still fresh in their leather holsters.

He walked out of the house with in his red clothes with his four pistols, bag of ammo and two katana swords and said sadistically "I'm coming for you Becks" before strolling off into the night.