It was Erik's second day in the facility. Piercing eyes observed him to the sound of writing. They were noting down every detail about him; everything he did, said, or remotely gestured. They were even more thorough in their questioning than his previous captors had been, and seemed experienced with dealing with people like Erik. He had quickly realized he wasn't the only one there, but it seemed the facility specialized in subjects with extraordinary abilities. 

"Do you have a problem with authority?" Hagueson asked, but Erik responded in the same manner as he had done to all the previous questions; with silence. His inquisitor sighed. "Haben Sie ein Problem mit Autorität?", he tried again. Erik remained mute. Hagueson had tried communicating in his mother language before, to get under his skin, but to no avail. He moved closer to where Erik sat, inspecting him like a biologist would a rare insect. "You know, Erik," he began, in German, with empathy in his eyes, "you're only making this harder for yourself. If you don't talk of your own free will, I can employ methods that will make any man spill his guts. Sometimes literally. And I wouldn't want harm to come to you, Erik, but if you stubbornly continue to refuse to cooperate, I will have to resort to different means of acquiring information. If you behave well and answer all my questions without further qualms, however, you will be allowed a bit of socialization with the other subjects, as well as acces to the training room." Erik looked up hearing that last part. "Yes, Erik. We're not here to harm you, or keep you from using your ability. This… wooden cell, is simply a precaution. I want you to thrive, and become better at your ability. So long as you do and say what we tell you to, your stay here needn't be as horrible as you think it is. Now, what do you say, Erik?" The young boy thought it over, but reluctantly understood he was in no place to argue. He forced himself to nod. "Excellent," Hagueson stated, "so lets get these questions out of the way, shall we?" 

It was day three. After yesterday's interrogation, he'd been allowed into the training room, as he was promised. He was accompanied by two guards who stood behind him with billy clubs, should he try anything. Behind a window he figured was of reinforced glass stood three people in white robes and observed him, including Dr. Hagueson. The room was all white, which after spending the previous days in a dark, wooden room, seared his eyes. It was also refreshing to see something else, and to move about. On the ground before him someone had prepared his training session with a chunk of metal. He immediately thought of taking out the two guards behind him with it, but crushed the notion quickly. Even if he did manage to take those two out, the entrance to the training room was tightly sealed, preventing such events. There was someone else in the room already, on the other side of the hall. A pretty girl, who looked to be in the same position as him. There was to be no contact with the other subjects in the training room, he'd been told. But he couldn't help but look at her, and wonder what she could do. Maybe she could manipulate metal as well. One of the guards nudged him in the shoulder, and pointed at the chunk of metal. Erik got the message, and focused on the little clump. It floated into the air. At the edge of his vision, he could see Dr. Hagueson and the other obervers scribbling away. He noted the girl across the hall also looking at him. Childishly, he wanted to impress them all. With sharp rasps, he cut the chunk into five pieces which began to circulate around themselves. He continued to cut them into smaller and smaller pieces, and soon it was all but metallic dust, swirling around in the air in increasingly complicated patterns. It was joyous to work with metal again. For a moment, he forgot where he was. It was only him and the metal.