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"Resistance is futile."- Person Talking

'Processing human slaves.'- Person Thinking

[Bzzz]- Specific noises

/Laser Cascade of Unending Darkness Technique/- Techniques

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"Why…do you want to know?" Naruto gasped out, his dry mouth hindering his ability to speak.

A sneer crossed Doctor Schaeffer's face. "Amusing little termite, aren't you? I wish to know, and that is all you need concern yourself with. Now answer my question. What is Chakra?"

'It's not like they can use it anyway' Naruto thought, about to give out the answer when another thought interrupted. 'Wait, he said that this information is the only thing keeping me alive. So what would happen to me if I were to tell him?'

"No." , came a low growl from Naruto.

"No?" A dark chuckle permeated the room. "Are you sure that is the way you want to play this?"

A nod was the fat doctor's answer. The chuckle became a full booming laugh. "Very well, little cockroach, if that's what you wish." The doctor lowered his glasses to look at his companion. "Do you have it?"

"Before this…'Conversation' ever began." The other man spat.

"Oh good!" The fat man said with child-like glee, turning back to the prone hero. "So you see? Resistance around here is quite futile, and," the Doctor paused as he drew a remote from his pocket. "Punished!"

Pushing a button on the remote, Naruto's small form arched off the bed, jerking spasmodically as hundreds of volts of electricity were poured through his body. His screams were muffled from his jaw having clenched down too hard to let any sound out. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Naruto, his torture ended.

"Oh-oh, happy day!" The Doctor said, clapping his hands, mirth practically rolling from his obese form. "I don't get to do that so often anymore, so thank you for the opportunity. Now, here is how this is going to work. I am going to ask a question, you are going to answer it. If you don't answer it, we rip the information out of that useless hunk you call a brain, and then I electrocute you. Understand?"

"…Why?" Naruto spoke, after an extending period of dry rasps.

"Why? Oh I can tell you are going to be fun!" The Doctor said, getting up from his seat. "It's all because of that power inside of you. That chakra. It permeates your entire being, you positively radiate with that energy! And if I can find out how, and why, you are like that, I might be able to begin the process of making others just like you. I am sure you can imagine the advantage of a super-powered fighting force?" A dramatic sigh came from Schaeffer's lips. "But I am getting ahead of myself, first you are going to tell me, in your words, exactly how this 'chakra' works for you."

"Look, I'm not going to –HARRGHH!" Naruto screamed as electricity arced through his body once again. The doctor started laughing as Naruto twisted spasmodically in the aftermath of the electric current.

"Oh we ARE going to have fun."

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Two weeks. It had been two weeks as near as Naruto could tell. He didn't know for certain, he only counted the periods where he was awake as 'day' and his sleeping periods as 'nights'. It wasn't very accurate, but it was the best he could do considering there were no clocks or calendars to measure the passing of time in his cell

And that's exactly what it was. A cell.

He couldn't leave, he couldn't go outside, he couldn't stand up, and he couldn't even talk to any of the people who came into his room without receiving the shock treatment that demented doctor had put in his bed. All he could do was lay, chained up, in his bed and eat the crappy substance that they told him was a fat protein nutrient and water blend, providing everything that his body needed.

Naturally, it tasted like snot.

He didn't want to think about where his bowel movements were going. They were going somewhere, and since he wasn't allowed to move…

Naruto lay on the bed, with a full body steel cast placed over him, complete with support bars. Apparently this hospital had learned over the course of his stay exactly how strong Naruto's penchant for escape was.

First, he had substituted with one of the doctors. He had run out of the hallways, all the way up the stairs before being knocked out by that Gorgon, guy. The next thing Naruto remembered was waking up in the bed with device around his head. Apparently they found out pretty quickly how to detect when Naruto was gathering his chakra for a technique, and made a device that would not only detected when he was gathering energy, but activated the bed's electronics to jolt Naruto with a hard shock so that he lost his concentration, and his hold on his chakra.

The next time Naruto got out, it was by slipping one of his cuffs, breaking the needle in his arm, pulling it out, and using it as a lock pick, first on the other cuff, the on every door he came across, after transforming into one of the workers he had seen. Once again he was stopped by Gorgon, as he found out that he 'smelled like the kid'. After being knocked out and awakened in the same hospital bed again, Naruto's arms had been immobilized with restraints.

After that, Naruto broke out by bashing the device around his head into the steel restraints around his arms, thus allowing him to substitute with the air and escape his room, this time with steel restraints around his entire body, completely immobilizing him.

Each time he had come back from breaking out, he was met with three things. More restraints to prevent further breakout, Doctor Schaeffer, and that little remote he carried.

Naruto had lost track of the number of hours that he had spent under Doctor Schaeffer's special brand of 'Shock Therapy'. Every time he came back from a breakout, he got electrocuted. Every time he didn't answer a question, or withheld information, or lied about anything, he was electrocuted.

'I would insult their unoriginality if it wasn't so painful.' Naruto thought to himself, groaning with the phantom pain.

'All they want me to do is sit here and answer questions about chakra, and jutsu's.' Naruto thought to himself, 'But the way that doctor kept talking about it being 'the only reason I was still alive', I don't think anything that happens after I answer all their questions is going to be too pleasant for me.'

'So I need to keep trying to break out of here. But how? I can't really focus enough to cast a jutsu, every time I try to sneak out another way, even with jutsu, I get caught by Gorgon. And every time I try sneaking out and reveal more of what I can do, it means that they have that much less use for me and my secrets on chakra! So how do I do it?'

Just then, Mr. Shishido walked by the door, taking the time to sneer coldly at him, as if already knowing his thoughts of escape, and the futile outcome of such a course. Then the Gorgon moved on, leaving Naruto to continue to ponder his situation.

'I am going to make that bastard eat his own stupid smug grin!' Naruto thought vindictively, before he stopped thinking altogether.

Naruto blinked.

He had an idea.

Then Naruto smiled in a way that sent a shiver down the spines of every shop owner in Konoha.

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Elsewhere in the facility, there was a conversation discussing the specifics of Naruto's imprisonment.

In a dark room, the only light coming from a screen that took up the largest wall of the room. On the screen was a man, cloaked in darkness, sitting and speaking with the resident Doctor Schaeffer.

"How is your operation proceeding, Herr Doctor?" floated the distorted, mysterious voice of the shrouded man on the screen.

"Better than can be expected." Schaeffer said, fixing his eyewear before continuing his report. "It is the first time I have come across a being whose power is of this magnitude, and as such, there are precautions that must be taken to ensure the continuity of the experiment, and the safety of the staff."

"And these precautions hinder your experiments?"

"Yes, they slow us down, and block off certain experiments I could perform, but they also ensure that the subject stays within the confines of the facility, and thus allow me to conduct all other experiments. Restrictive, yes, but also necessary."

"Do not belie me with your excuses, Doctor. I ask for results, and I expect to see them." The mystery man said in clipped tones. "You may be a genius in the field of bioengineering, and an expert in the matters of cloning and DNA analysis, but even you are not irreplaceable to us."

Schaeffer bowed his head ashamedly. "I understand."

"Now tell me about the specifics of this child's power."

"It is like nothing I have ever witnessed. The power by itself is some form of bioelectricity, but confounds all of my efforts to harness or store. You see, even bioelectricity retains some traits no different than all other forms of electricity. Color, pitch, wavelength, all are very similar. But in this boy they become so very different. The energy can become tangible when in large quantities, and can even be stable outside of the body for limited amounts of time. The energy itself also possesses elastic qualities, that is when it is drawn far enough outside of the host body, it either 'breaks' dissolving into naught but air, or it 'snaps returning to the host body."

"This is all very interesting to us doctor, but what have you learned that makes him of use to us?"

Taking in a great gulp, the doctor continued shakily. "Well, I have learned that if I were to convert all of the energy in the child's body into say, electricity, than I could use that power to keep New York City lit for a period of a bit over two hours. I also believe that this energy level will increase with age. Also, the key to the child's utilization of the energy inside of him seems to stem from three things. The first is the visualization of the affect intended, the second is the willpower required to 'move' the energy, and the third seems to be the precise control over that 'movement' of power as needed for a 'technique'. Furthermore, I have found that the child's former residence is still locked variably in the age of iron. And as the situation he described coming from is found nowhere on earth at the present or anytime in our recorded history, I am left with one of two possibilities. The first, being that he came from another planet utilizing a crude Einstein-Rosen bridge, or wormhole, OR he travelled from an alternate reality, but the second option being far less likely." The doctor stopped to catch his breath, dabbing at his sweaty brow with a napkin.

"If he comes from such a crude society, how can they manage and Einstein-Rosen bridge when we ourselves have not mastered it?" , came the incessant voice over the speakers.

"It stems from their manipulation of the energy that the majority of their society seems to boast." The doctor responded immediately.

"If it can be used for something as advanced as the manipulation of time and space, what else can this power be used for?"

The Doctor seemed to brighten some at that question. "Well sir, sifting through the subjects memories, we have found two hundred and ninety seven individual uses." Waiting for that information to sink in, the doctor got his nod when the figure in black said, "Go on."

"Searching through the boys earlier memories, we have found mention of figures who could stop time completely, travel continents in the blink of an eye, breathe fire, blast lighting, cast illusions, turn invisible, talk to animals, see in all directions at once, enhance reflexes, strength, and speed, raise mountains, summon tsunami's, extend life, heal the injured, grant photographic reflexes, and," the doctor paused dramatically, hiding a triumphant smirk on his face, "summon the grim reaper, or their approximation of him."

"The Grim Reaper?"

"Their version of him, sir, called the Shinigami. His society was apparently rife with demons and all manner of supernatural creations." Holding up a hand boldly to forestall any questions by the enshrouded man, the doctor continued. "All of this only reinforces my theory that he is in fact, from another world. And following up on that theory, I reviewed his DNA again."

"What do you mean by 'again', Schaeffer?"

"You see, sir, in my initial investigation into his blood, I looked for the thirteen markers that generally distinguish the identity of a person. While often done with criminals, this is what is done as standard practice of investigating a person of interest, and so that we would have it on file in the future. The devil is in the details, after all. So as I was saying, during that investigation, I found none of the markers. Not a single one was coded the same way as you or I. Going from there, it seemed the entire string of DNA was encoded in such a way as to appear human, but at the same time be something so radically different that it could never be categorized as such."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, all human DNA is in a double helix formation so as to hold the maximum amount of information in the tightest possible are, and his is the same way. All human cells reproduce by splitting that DNA and duplicating it and his does that too. But all human DNA contain Cytosine, Thymine, Adenine, and Guanine, and his does not."

A silence fell over the dark room as the man enshrouded pondered that fact.

"How is that possible?" , came the response at length.

"I would ordinarily blame it on a mutation of some sort, but based on his backstory it seems natural where he comes from. Aside from blaming his Alien parentage for the present situation, all I can say is 'I don't know sir', but it is one of the things I am trying to find out."

Another, shorter silence followed, broken once again by the man on the screen.

"Getting back to the original point of our discussion, how soon can we see combat application out of this project?"

This was responded to by a headshake from the good doctor. "Not for quite some time, unfortunately. The nature of my experiments trying to quantify the energy that the boy, the alien has available requires that he remains fully cognizant, and aware of his past. While I have begun the first stages of mental manipulation, specifically switching his native language to a more civilized tongue, any further steps of brainwashing could begin to harm his memories, which for the purposes of my experimentation must remain intact for the near future. This need eliminates the option of brute brainwashing the child into a weapon. On the other side, direct cloning of the subject, will also take some time, not to integrate but simply to grow up and be trained in the ways of combat. While I have already given the go ahead for the cloning project, I do not know the sequencing of this creature's DNA to the point where I can increase growth. It will take years at present to make a clone combat ready, and it will take weeks at least before I have drained the subject of all pertinent information to the point where I feel comfortable letting him be made fully into a war machine."

The figure on screen gave a solitary nod.

"You are often held in high regard, by myself and by the rest of the advisors to the baron, both for your professionalism and your constant work for the good of this… 'Company'. Such is our respect that we even granted your request for Agent Gorgon for an extended period, in which to utilize him to detain and interrogate the subject. However, some of us feel that, while the end result may be worth the wait, it might take too long to get there." The doctor felt the cold chill of fear crawling down his spine.

"Now," continued the distorted voice, "If you hold that you are working as fast as you can and that there is nothing you do that can expedite results, then you may be looking at shelving this project in a months' time. And if all that time is wasted, then you most assuredly won't be held in as high regard by the council as you are now." The voice paused menacingly.

"We shall redouble our efforts." The doctor choked out nervously. "I shall begin mapping his genome immediately to facilitate accelerating a clone's growth."

"See to it that you do. I expect to hear more results from you at your next check in. Hail HYDRA!"

"HAIL HYDRA." The doctor cried throwing his arms into the air in salute. The screen went blank, leaving the doctor alone, in the cold, dark room.

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Naruto is lying on his bed, eyes closed with his brows drawn together in a frown as he mentally prepares himself for the trial to come.

Naruto got as comfortable as he could, thinking to himself 'Oh yeah, this is gonna hurt!'

Then Naruto began molding his power.

The device on his forehead began beeping, and the bed came alive as low level voltage began to coarse through it.

Gritting his teeth, Naruto kept molding. He continued focusing on his technique, dreading the moment when-'ZGRRMMPH!'

The device on Naruto's forehead began beeping faster, and the current going through Naruto's bed increased dramatically, forcing Naruto to arch his back. But still Naruto kept focusing on his chakra.

With the chakra building inside of him, smoke began pouring seemingly out of his pores, filling the room with a nearly impenetrable grey fog.

The device on Naruto's head started giving off a loud monotone screech as the bed electrified still further, sending what felt like bolts of lightning through Naruto. Holding back screams of agony, Naruto still focused. And when it came to be too much, when the power of electricity was finally too painful to bear, Naruto cast his technique, calling out its name.

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"Agent GORGON!" , came the call over his radio.

"What is it?" Spoke the dark haired man in an unconcealed snarl.

"Sir, the cameras in patients 047's room are showing nothing but smoke! I have already dispatched the security team, but protocol dictates-"

"I know!" The man snapped, shutting the airheaded radio-operator up. "Have security lock the doors to the stairwells, and shutdown the elevators. Let the team know I am on the way!"

Getting an affirmative, Shishido strode towards the detainment wing of the underground complex.

Reaching a door guarded by a pair of uniformed soldiers, the agent hurried inside, and intent on finding out what had happened to the nuisance as quickly as possible.

Inside the room were three more men, two grunts and an officer, and a man in a dirtied blue uniform, stained with bleach and the like, detained on the bed.

"Sir," Greeted the officer, "Glad you're here. I don't know what to make of this. Five minutes ago, the subject was electrocuted in increasing orders of magnitude, in response to him gathering his energy. It's a very simple setup, and all part of the countermeasures to contain the specimen. Here though," Said the officer, gesturing to the restrained janitor, "Is where it gets tricky. The subject began issuing smoke which blotted out all of the cameras visual on all spectrums, Infrared included. When the smoke was cleared, we found this man here in place of the subject. After we removed most of the restraints, he told us his name is Mr. Julio Rodriguez, and that he is a janitor here. He's in our computer database, and he is working today. Now according to Mr. Rodriguez, he was working on the other side of the facility before he woke up here, which too fits in with his schedule. He remembers none of his safety questions and normally this would be a lot more suspicious, but with the levels of electricity that were running through the countermeasures at the time of the 'Replacement', memory loss is not unheard of."

Taking a moment to wipe at a sweaty brow, the uniformed man waited for his superiors' response.

The pause turned long as Gorgon took in the whole scene. The subjects bed, the men and their guns. At last, after a great silence, he spoke. "So all you have done is sealed off this room? Detained this man?"

"Yes sir…"

"Pathetic." , came the growl from Shishido, echoing in cold finality. His words were followed by a quiet whistling. A short gurgle came from the officer.

Hands went to his neck to try to stem the blood from its spurting. Looking with pleading eyes at the Gorgon, he found only a cold smile. "HYDRA is no place for incompetence." Quickly wiping his hidden blade off on the dying man, Gorgon turned away, bringing a radio to his ear. "Control, this is agent codename Gorgon authorizing a full lockdown of the facility."

"Acknowledged, Agent Gorgon."

"I also need sweeper teams scouting the facility, top to bottom. If he makes it to the ground floor of the facility above, it will be on your head."

"A-acknowledged, Agent Gorgon."

"I want triple security on the elevators, and no-one goes up. I mean, NO-ONE. This kid can look like anyone, so that means that no one can be trusted."

"Acknowledged, Agent Gorgon"

"Agent Gorgon out."

Turning back to the once cream colored room, now colored with streaks of red, the Gorgon was approached by one of the remaining men in the room.

"You believe that the subject is still somewhere in the facility, sir?"

"No," the Gorgon said, turning to the man laying very still on the bed, "I believe he never left."

Moving forward, Tomi Shishido sat beside the man called Rodriquez, and taking the 'helmet' that was the chakra detector off of the man's noggin, he placed his hands on either side of his head.

"Three problems with your story. One, the shock would cause short term memory loss, only later developing in long term. Two, you have never made a jump that far, and you always have needed to see what you are replacing with, or where you intend to go, and you can't have advanced that far, while stuck in your cell. And three and this is where you really messed up. You expected me to fall for it."

With a terrible grin, Tomi looked through his shaded glasses, and straight into man's eyes.

"The more you resist," Tomi said to the man's fearful gaze, "The greater the damage will be."

He was stopped as a shout came from outside the room.

"Control! We have eyes on target! He is in the detainment wing on level 4!"

Standing up so fast he knocked over his chair, Shishido rushed into the hallway, only seeing the backs of the two door guards as they rounded a corner.

Hearing gunshots, the agent cursed under his breath as he ran in pursuit of the fools firing. "Alive! We need him alive!"

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Naruto ran swiftly through the corridors, trying to remember the way to the stairs he had used to almost escape in one of his previous attempts.

'It was two, no three hallways down, then left. Then another two and a right.' , thought Naruto, counting as he ran, his barefoot feet slapping against the cool tile.

Making his left, Naruto found himself on the wrong end of a gun.

"Detain the subject!" , shouted one of the men, raising a rifle.

Looking at the three men in front of him, Naruto focused on the man in the middle as his rifle came to bear. Replacing with him, he saw first-hand what these guns could do.

A series of explosive [BANG]'s echoed in the corridor, as the ruined giblets of the former trooper fell to the ground.

"What the-?" Exclaimed one of those remaining, before Naruto pilfered his knife and jammed it into his thigh. Focusing energy to his legs and arms, Naruto leaped at the uninjured man, and with super human strength, broke his frail neck.

[Thud] The stabbed man, threw himself against the wall, and tried to bring his rifle to bear again. Picking the gun off the ground, Naruto pointed it in the stabbed troopers' direction, before pulling the trigger.

Another series of [BANG]'s echoed. The corridor growing again silent as the now very dead trooper slid down the wall, trying to hold together what was left of his insides.

Feeling like he was about to throw up, Naruto thought to himself amusedly, 'Oh, sure, their guns work, but why doesn't the one I have at home?' before vacating the contents of his stomach all over the gory scene.

Bracing himself on the wall with a shaky arm, Naruto wiped the vomit from his face with his hospital robe.

'Ok', he thought to himself. 'I can deal with this later, but right now I have to focus now. Any second, that asshole with the glasses is going to run around a corner and ruin my day. I have to keep moving if I want to make it out of here alive.'

He shook his head, and got off the wall. Looting the knives he had seen on the men and sticking them through his hospital robe, he picked up the unfired rifle and turned back down the corridor. 'Second right.' Naruto thought to himself, taking off once more down the corridor.

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'How can these morons not even catch a simple child?' Gorgon thought to himself as he continued racing down hallways. Having already caught up with the morons who had been shooting at the boy, he quickly told them to go and guard something before their brains melted. He announced a moment later over the radio that lethal force was not to be used.

From that moment he had been tracking the child personally. The little hellion continued to evade him, making it down every corridor just a moment after Gorgon caught a glimpse of him.

'I know he has super-speed, but staying just ahead of me like this…' An idea hit the Gorgon with the force of a freight train. Connecting observations back to his original theory, Tomi Shishido had a startling realization. Putting on a burst of speed, he thought 'Now I just have to confirm it.'

Rounding the corner a little earlier, he saw the subject, this Naruto Uzumaki, running silently over the floor. Running without any noise at all, actually. And he didn't have a shadow.

Screaming a curse, he pulled out his radio. "Control! This is Gorgon, I need a sit-rep of the subjects room in the detainment wing, are the men still standing guard over Rodriguez."

Waiting for a second, the prompt reply followed. "Yes Agent Gorgon. All men assigned to that room are still in their positions."

"Do they have shadows?"

Another pause, this one longer.

"N-No, Agent Gorgon."

"Send every man to the stairs and elevators, now! That boy does not leave this floor!"

Ignoring the standard "Acknowledged, Agent Gorgon.", he kept running down the corridor, but with a new destination in mind.

'He would go to the exit he knows is there before blindly wandering the facility. He is going to take emergency stair three to the surface.'

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Naruto stood amongst the dead men, transformed into one of them pre-slaughter, and holding a looted gun. The reason that Naruto was standing still and not running towards an exit was because he was staring at an exit, or more specifically, the bullet ridden, ten inch steel plate covering the exit. Having stood staring at the door for thirty seconds after unloading a full clip of one of the other guns lying around into it, he could come only to one conclusion.

'I am so screwed.' Naruto thought to himself with a nod. 'I am not going through that door.'

Slapping himself, he rethought the situation. 'Snap out of it! My freedom is on the other side of this door! I am not going to be held back by some stupid metal!' Denting the metal with a chakra enhanced punch; Naruto rubbed his now sore hand in frustration. 'But how do I get past it?'

He shook his head. 'I have gotten past it before, but that was when there wasn't a giant wall in the way!'

He looked around for anything that might help him or give him an idea when his eyes lay upon another metal plate, but this one looked like it had a split down the middle.

'Huh.' Naruto thought, walking over to the door. Forcing the two parts to slide open, he was greeted with a small room inside. Taking a step inside, the room shook slightly upon his first step. 'Well that's not encouraging' Naruto thought grimly.

Looking around some more, he saw that the ceiling had tiny holes in it. Jumping up and pushing against the ceiling revealed a long vertical tunnel visible through the now open roof of the room.

Pulling himself up through the hole, Naruto began gathering chakra in his legs. 'Now here's my way up!'

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"Agent Gorgon! Teams 3, 14, and 9 haven't reported in, and team 9 was guarding emergency stairwell 3, and elevators 5 and 6."

"I am already there, Control." Came the Japanese man's terse reply. "They're dead."

Stepping through the open elevator doors, he looked up the shaft and saw light coming through another open pair of elevator doors.

"And the subject is in the open."

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Doctor Schaeffer stood in a remarkably empty, and dark, room for the second time in as many weeks. He was speaking with who he assumed was the same man as last time, but it was hard to tell with the voice distorted as it was.

The anger however, translated quite clearly.

"You have failed us, Herr Doctor." Came a menacing growl over the speakers.

"In my defense, I am in charge of the science, not the containment of the s-"

"WRONG!" Interrupted the voice. "It was entirely your responsibility. You were in charge of the project in its entirety! We provided you with the resources to conduct your research and the security to protect your staff and to protect the secrecy of your facility! Now that the subject has escaped the facility is compromised. I am being told that SHIELD already has the location of the base! This experiment is a failure!"

"I have done my job to the best of my ability! And while I might not have been able to keep the boy, I have weeks of testing, urine samples, fecal smears, blood tests, tissue samples! I have extensive notes as to the structure of the alien culture and the way it seems to work! I have gone into copious amounts of details describing this power they use, this Chakra! I need only Time now in order to find the right set of DNA to alter to accelerate growth. The boy might have escaped, and we might lose this facility, but this experiment is still far from a failure!"

"Your research is the only thing keeping your head on your shoulders! I spoke not of the experiment on the boy, but as to whether or not you were ready for a leadership position in our organization. The results of THAT experiment were a resounding failure!"

"Sir, I-"

"Not, Another, Word, Doctor!" Interrupted the voice on the speakers. "You are going to sterilize your facility. Kill anyone who has extensive knowledge of your project, and destroy any research that can't be transported. You are coming home, where you will be placed back under Doctor Sutter. That is all. Hail HYDRA." Spat the voice on the speakers before fading out.

"Hail HYDRA." , said the Doctor, halfheartedly, before walking out of the room.

Striding towards his lab, he was thinking furiously. 'How dare they do this to me? I am the foremost mind in my field, and they are putting me under that quack? This embarrassment is beyond intolerable.'

Sliding his key card to open a door, the doctor strode towards a cooler. Opening it, he saw what he was looking for. 'They will rue the day that they crossed me. But none more than that little blond shit.'

Lifting a vial of a red liquid, the Doctor smiled deviously. "Oh yes. You are going to cry 'mercy' through blood soaked screams when I am done with you."

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It was a very tired Naruto that stumbled through the sewers later that night. He had spent all day trying to find his way back to this place. The bastards that had captured him had set up their base all the way across the city, and he had gotten lost several times trying to find familiar ground.

'I'm lucky that they stayed in the same city.' thought Naruto with a grunt, opening one of the metal doors to his 'home'.

Closing the door behind him, Naruto staggered around, trying to find his way in the darkened room.

Eventually making his way over to his bed, he silently swore to himself that he would take stock of everything tomorrow, but right now he was too tired to care.

Collapsing into his bed, Naruto thought he would fall asleep immediately.

But then his sheets screamed.

Jumping out of his bed, Naruto scrambled back until he felt the edge of his desk. Reaching into one of the drawers where he kept a flashlight, he turned back on the bed, ready to face the ghost or zombie or whatever horror it was that was in his bed.

What he saw was a very frightened looking little girl, and then two or three other kids behind her.

He was lost for words, and she took advantage of that opportunity.

"What are you doing in my bed!" She screamed at him.

"What the hell?" Naruto muttered, bad month taking a turn for the worse.

AN

And that's another chapter done, and also that should be the last one for a while, as I concentrate on other ventures.

OK! Now onto something that's been ticking me off something awful

Many of the people that reviewed this story, in particular last chapter, have an inflated idea of Naruto's skill level. Naruto is not nearly as strong as he is later on in the series. This is a Naruto snatched out of his reality before he learned Kage Bunshin. That depowers Naruto A LOT.

Naruto is decent at hand-to-hand. He is faster and stronger than normal humans, and has access to a few techniques, with which he is getting better the more he practices with them.

When fighting an opponent like Spider-Man, he was always going to lose the first round. Spider-Man is just too strong, too fast, and too smart for just about anything Naruto could pull at the beginning of the series.

Something Else anyone might notice about last chapter is that it is set up pretty much exactly like Iruka catching Naruto in chapter 1 of the manga. Naruto doing something reprehensible, getting away with it, getting caught by Iruka/Spiderman after pulling what would have otherwise been a pretty slick maneuver, facing a punishment for his actions.

I will admit that I could have written it better, and that I am not yet a Stephen King good author, I doubt that I could have written it better at the skill level I am presently at.

If anyone has any other questions about last chapter, or how Naruto would fair against marvel characters, please first see "No Reading's 'Special Chapter's. It's by Meinos Kaen, and it is a damn good story, and gave me inspiration to write this. In the Special Chapters, however, he goes into extensive arguments about how Naruto would fair with skill level post time-skip against marvel characters. Read it.

Point the second, a great many of you have been making a fuss over the Kyuubi. You keep saying that I have forgotten him, or that he should be appearing. One person going as far as to say that I don't know what I am doing.

I assure all of you now, that I am quite sick and tired of your incessant bitching. So now I'm going to explain something. Listen up Kiddies.

The Kyuubi should have appeared the first time Naruto was struck with mortal danger, or truly intense anger.

Those parts have come and passed several times, but none more memorably than Naruto getting shot by Punisher.

There are reasons why I am writing this story the way that I am, and I assure all of you, that it is according to my master plan.

I call it the Plot.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, Read and Review please, and as always, big thanks to resident beta 7 Winds.