A sharp-toothed frown formed on Zed's face as he stared at the standard steel door. He could hear the occasional chatter coming from the corridor, and the warped teen gave the moving shadows an occasional look before finally turning around and focusing on the door of his interest. [b]"This is probably for nothing..."[/b] he muttered, bring a hand up and placing it against the steel door. His arm began pulsing with crimson veins, before it suddenly became gigantic and muscular, the fist spiked with bone callouses. Zed swung around, his massive right arm slamming against the steel door and throwing it right off the hinges. A loud crash accompanied this. 

[b]"Let's see..."[/b] he muttered, his arm returning to it's normal size. Clenching his bone spear tightly in his hand, Zed scurried around the room, looking through different file cabinets, desks, and closets. Everything was empty, however, and the boy growled softly, walking out of the room. [b]"I'm at a loss. Might as well go back to those other kids..."[/b] Zed boredly began twirling his spear between his fingers, walking back towards the group, his footsteps quiet, yet echoing.