Apolocee’s inquisition served to instantly intensify Kaiser’s malicious intentions. The widening grin upon her face as she realized whom they were dealing with told him that they were both on the same wavelength. But in truth, he had no answer for her at that moment. He had simply gotten the thought of somehow stalling the two enforcers. But his exact means of doing so were still unsolved, even within his own meandering mind. He was, after all, acting in the spur of the moment. Even the greatest of minds would be unable to come with a plan so quickly after deciding upon action, lest they had made the plan first. Still, he was convinced that something would come to him along the way.
“Well, to tell you the truth. I haven’t quite figured that part out myself. I just figured, if the others were escaping, we might as well pull the biggest threats out of the way before we made our break. Besides, I’m sure there’s something I could do with my powers to stop them.” He held out his palm, the skin upon its center parting into a gash of out-flowing blood. The blood dripped down his hand reaching as far as his wrist before retreating back into the wound. The blood seemed fall back into place with little hassle, and the skin around the wound expanded in to seal the damage. His sneer widened even further. “Well, if we’re gonna do anything, we’d best get going right now. They could be out of dodge at any second!”
He waited for no response, nor further inquisition, and took off running down the hallway. It was no normal run. More, it was a jazz run, a prance of sorts, taking large, quick strides, his feet only just touching down upon the floor before they were airborne again. Doing this, he managed to close the distance down the corridor in a short time span, perhaps only about ten seconds between the corner to the end of the Infirmary hall. He ceased moving abruptly just before reaching the next turn, the only turn at this point. His feet skidded to a halt with a quick squeaking sound. He again peered around the corner, seeing his two preys rounding into the next hallway. Nodding hopefully to himself, at this point, forgetting that he was in the company of another, he performed the same prancing stride down to the next corner.
In this hall, he saw the two stop in front of a door half way along. Through this door, the both of them entered, closing it tight behind them. Yet another time, he ceased moving, and held out behind the wall at the corner, spying out just beyond the edge. If they were any more than a few minutes, there would be a sufficient window of time in which to act. He counted the time passed in seconds. Only about a minute in by his count, the door half way down swung open again, and both women walked out, heading in the opposite direction yet again. Once more, Kaiser nodded, and tiptoed his way in a catlike fashion after the two. They were still quite a distance away, not likely to look back, which to his fortune, they never did. Besides, they had more pressing matters with the other escapees. Within moments, Kaiser found himself at the outside of a closed, locked armor enforced door, blatantly carelessly labeled "Meeting Room." Cracking a smile wider than his mouth should have been able to pull off, he knelt dow on one knee, placing his palm inches from the floor.
Hehehe.
As the blood piled into the room, Kaiser’s mind flushed with an image of what he believed the room to look like. He assumed it was shaped, like any of the other ones on the compound, and only slightly larger. As the blood entered, it seemed to know exactly what to do, and fired off from the floor in the form of needle pointed pin-spikes. His aim was probably off, but seeing as the blood itself was plentiful, it would ultimately result in a blanketing attack. As the attack proceeded, his head began to feel a bit light, and cold on the inside. While he had been able to reproduce his cells rapidly, it wasn’t nearly enough to fully compensate for the amount that he had siphoning into the room. If this were the wrong room, though he was dead sure it wasn’t, his fate would likely be sealed, unless Ap had any ideas of her own.
