[Something about the room is familiar, and not in the way the cold lab or Herr Doktor's office is. He isn't sure if that's good or not, because he's never been here in his life. When the knock comes he spins toward the door, eying it with wide eyes. If he doesn't answer, they'll break down the door anyway, and he'll be in trouble.
He looks down at the strange helmet in his hands - he'd woken wearing it, and couldn't understand why, it was so uncomfortable - and screwed up his face at it. It was metal, he should be able to move it. He could turn it into a shield, or armor, he could protect himself.
But no matter how hard he concentrated, it didn't move. It didn't even tremble in his hands, and he gave up with a frustrated sound.
Herr Doktor had said anger and pain were the keys, and all he was was afraid.
Slowly, Erik inched toward the door, and pulled the door open, jumping back at the same time, just in case.]
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He looks down at the strange helmet in his hands - he'd woken wearing it, and couldn't understand why, it was so uncomfortable - and screwed up his face at it. It was metal, he should be able to move it. He could turn it into a shield, or armor, he could protect himself.
But no matter how hard he concentrated, it didn't move. It didn't even tremble in his hands, and he gave up with a frustrated sound.
Herr Doktor had said anger and pain were the keys, and all he was was afraid.
Slowly, Erik inched toward the door, and pulled the door open, jumping back at the same time, just in case.]