Rai Hill
It was quick as slicing though a pat of butter. He just twisted the knob with one pale delicate wrist and he was free. The door swung open and dashed against the interior wall as the midnight blue boy took a half pace back. He gave a half smirk to the wood. it was the first to suffer in his reign over this building! A slender bird's wing hand caught the door frame, and it assisted him through the threshold. Into the rest of the building. Yes. He paid no mind to the two he was leaving behind, he was better off without them.
Time to fly. In a stately manner, that was. He strolled down the hall, feeling his consciousness open in a horizontal manner. He couldn't sense the minds of the two twins, but he didn't really care. he hadn't liked them that much anyway. Although, they had left him with a valuable lesson. Don't speak unless you have to. Don't let them, whoever they are, know until you are feeling the time is ripe to reveal it. The results might be negative otherwise. Keep your tongue and temper to yourself. Unless you have a plan already in place.
As the boy walked he found himself gaining strength. Strangely enough. Perhaps because the muscles he hadn't used in who knows how long were beginning to stretch and warm up again. It was a pleasant feeling. So was being alone. his head still ached, yes, but it was dying down a bit now that he was the only precedence. He didn't like having all those other minds in his consciousness, taking up his space. It was distracting to say the least.
Down the hall and down another one. Funny, there weren't any people. Oh well, the less the merrier he was. But he couldn't exactly create chaos if there wasn't anybody to instill panic in. Perhaps he should take this opportunity to pilfer some delectable items. he did, of course, deserve to have the best. Maybe he could find another pen with a spring in it. Springs were great fun.
The boy tried every door down the hall, and found them all to be locked. It was a bit frightening, because he didn't have much of a sense as to who was on the other side of the door, because he couldn't see them. And he didn't know what was out there. But no, he wasn't scared. Rai was never scared. Never. Ne-ver. Obviously.
Perhaps he should jimmy a lock. This door, one with a nondescript handle, seemed easy enough. Rai jiggled the handle a couple times, not really knowing what he was doing, but doing it anyway. if someone in the world, presumably someone not of his caliber, could do this, so could he. Despite the fact that he had no tools to open it with. Upon the failure of jerking the lock violently, Rai proceeded to kick the door. It made a soft thump. And then it opened. But not in the way he expected it to. it opened outwards, towards him. And it hadn't been because of his violent motions.
A tall man emerged from the room, a lab coat halfway on his shoulders. Rai skittered back behind the door, hiding. The man looked round, seeming slightly confused, but them proceeded down the hall, away from Rai at a right fast clip. Not closing the door behind him. The pale boy grinned, his blue eyes sparkling as he peered around the door cautiously. A supply closet, with lad coats, janitor items, and a myriad of other such delightful things. including a box of pens.
About five minuets later, Rai was fully supplied. With pens, that was. And a notebook, which was really cool, because the pages flipped up, not to the side like normal notebooks. And the springs from every single pen, other then the five he'd jammed in his pocket. he was set for life. Or maybe the next hour until he had to empty the pockets for the next best thing.
Closing the door behind him, the boy started off at a clip of his own, not nearly as fast as the scientist from before, but pretty quick. As quick as he could go. He followed the halls, searching for something interesting. no other doors were ajar though, as far as he could see. his headache was starting to grow again though, probably preparing to spit another memory at him.
Which it did, another two hallways later.
Dear God. The boy covered his eyes with his hands, trying to suppress the burning feeling behind his eyes that was a child of the evil headache. His body kept running of its own accord, set on autopilot. The memory fighting its way to the surface was a specific one, not a blurry collection.
"Let's see if this works" Two scientists, both leaning over him. His vision was fogged with pain and perhaps, was that fear? No, it couldn't be. One of the blurry figures grabbed his arm and twisted it, looking to see if the he could exhibit the power recently added to his mind. Evidently not, for his mouth just stretched in silent pain, and he tried to jerk away from the offender. "Hey, that's kind of funny to watch." Commented the other figure with a smirk.
The headache persisted even after the unwanted scene played before the boy's eyes. He was sliding against the wall, only hampered by the protruding door frames and the door handles, which his body easily bushed through, not aware of the minor pain.
And then suddenly, nothing. No door or wall to support his body. Well, there was one, but it was already partly open, and fell even farther open under his slight weight. Causing the boy with his eyes squeezed shut to fall sideways into the room.
The first thing he registered was one, two, three other people in there. Halfway in the act of pulling himself to his feet, as the fall had jerked him from the painful land of memory half forgotten, the boy froze like a wild animal in the spotlight of a car, his blue eyes opening slowly. His face drained, lightening another color, leaving him white as a sheet.
Shit. More people. Not scientists, but kids. Like him. A warning bell tolled in his mind. He wanted to back away, as he was already merely standing in the doorway, but his body, still confused and tired from the pell-mell run through the halls, kept him glued to the spot, his midnight blue hair sticking to his face, a slightly bemused expression on his tense face.