There was once a boy. He was always fascinated with medicine. He wanted to help people.
As a young man, he studied medicine. However, he was drafted into the war. He was still able to pursue his dream of becoming a doctor, however, as a field medic.
He was deployed with several other young men to fight against the Axis forces during World War II. He did well as a soldier, but he stayed true to his oath, and never harmed another human being.
For a while.
His squad was captured and tortured. He was the only survivor, and had suffered many wounds by the time he was found. Those that rescued him found that his mental condition, as well as his physical condition, had deteriorated. He was the same person, but yet, very different.
The medic found it hard to concentrate, and painful to speak. He learned by watching those that rescued him, and took to wearing similar clothes. However, instead of using the quick, merciful weapons that they used, he went out of his way to use the most painful tools at his disposal.
He hunted at night, looking for those responsible for what happened to him. Looking for those responsible for what happened to his friends.
German officers began disappearing at night, and most, if not all, the guards in several concentration camps were found slaughtered. The culprit was never found, but he became known as "The Mad Doctor." The survivors of his attacks were traumatized, reporting a man wearing a gas mask and a green hooded army jacket cackling as he violently murdered a screaming victim. Guards would investigate, but would only sometimes be able to catch a glimpse of the man before he vanished, only for another scream to be heard minutes later, and a mangled corpse to be found.
The medic was only caught one time, by the last remaining German officer he thought needed to be punished. Everyone else was dead, their bodies horribly disfigured. He was held at gunpoint, and told to drop his weapons. He did so, and one of his weapons, a canister of some sort, began to leak gas. The officer yelled, ordering the man to give an explanation. The medic simply laughed. Quietly, at first, and then louder as the gas rose. He ripped off the gas mask that was always present, and laughed even harder. He laughed, and he grinned.
The boy was always fascinated with medicine.
