"I don't care what the hell it is just tell me how..." He stopped. Something had caught his ear. A faroff sound of an opening door that, somehow, he knew he shouldn't have been able to hear. A few thumps and scrapes later and a whimper sounded. Erik didn't know what it was, or why he heard it, but it was definately there.
"Uh. I'll be right back." He followed his gut on this one. Probably stupid, he realized, since following his gut was what got him in trouble in the first place, but he couldn't seem to put it off. He made his way to the first of the three doors that sealed the room. It almost felt like he was no longer present in his own mind. What would pass for instinct drove him now, and nothing more. In truth, this and many other surprises that would lay in store for him were the fault of the ever psichotic Dr. Roe. Experiments he'd been wanting to try had been conducted on all the voluntary subjects of his cryogenic process. Erik, being the lucky first volunteer, had been the guinea pig of more than just a few of these tests, ultimately resulting in a number of subtle mutations.
As Erik placed his hand on the door, a buzzing sound could be heard from within, and the locking mechanisms turned slowly and eventually released, though nowhere as quickly as it would have with the actual key. He looked at his hand for only a moment before proceeding through to the next door.
"Uh. I'll be right back." He followed his gut on this one. Probably stupid, he realized, since following his gut was what got him in trouble in the first place, but he couldn't seem to put it off. He made his way to the first of the three doors that sealed the room. It almost felt like he was no longer present in his own mind. What would pass for instinct drove him now, and nothing more. In truth, this and many other surprises that would lay in store for him were the fault of the ever psichotic Dr. Roe. Experiments he'd been wanting to try had been conducted on all the voluntary subjects of his cryogenic process. Erik, being the lucky first volunteer, had been the guinea pig of more than just a few of these tests, ultimately resulting in a number of subtle mutations.
As Erik placed his hand on the door, a buzzing sound could be heard from within, and the locking mechanisms turned slowly and eventually released, though nowhere as quickly as it would have with the actual key. He looked at his hand for only a moment before proceeding through to the next door.