Henry felt as though he was dying. In fact, he knew that he was dying. Whatever was happening to him, it hurt so fucking much and there was no way he would ever come back from it. While his bones were breaking and refusing in an unnatural sense, he kept his blue eyes on Sterling, begging him to do anything to help him. He didn't know what was happening to his body and he just wanted Sterling. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave Sterling alone. As his eyes pleaded for any form of help, he was growing more frustrated that Sterling was not calling for help. Instead, he was stepping forward and caressing his cheek. Fuck. Why wasn't Sterling calling for help? Did he know what was happeneing to him? He seemed to. After all, he said it was almost over...but what was? Henry found that he was unable to speak, unable to scream, unable to do much of anything except crouch here, feeling his body turn.

It was in this moment, that the fur fully covered his body. It was thick and black. He grew what looked like whiskers from his cheeks. His consciousness seemed to leave him and Henry began to feel a sort of "out of body" experience. He could see his body changing below, turning into something that Henry began to recognize. As his bones began to reform, he could see the form of a giant cat taking form. A tail grew from his backside as his clothes ripped and shred. Eventually the cloth fell to the floor. It was now that Henry's consciousness grew black and the cat took over.

The panther looked at Sterling, his eyes still as blue as they had always been. A growl fell from his lips as he locked eyes on Sterling. Paws began to step forward, stalking the other as if he was about to eat him for dinner. As he came closer, he bared his teeth, growling again and crouching down to the floor. Henry was fighting hard to maintain control of himself, but the instincts of the cat were too much for him to overcome. But just enough reason was still left that Henry managed to turn his feline body around to face the kitchen. The back door was open. If he was going to protect Sterling, he had to get out now.

And with his final shred of himself, he pounced towards the back door, leaping over the balcony. He knew there was a store front just below their apartment balcony that had a cloth canopy. He bounced off the canopy, his claws shredding the material as he tried to catch his fall. His body hit the pavement with a thud and it took Henry a moment to regain his footing. The wind had been knocked out of him. Eyes looked up at the balcony, hoping to see Sterling looking over. It hurt him to know that he may never get to see the boy again. If he stayed in this form, he would never be able to come back. If the cat could shed a tear, he would have.

Turning, Henry ran off into the darkness, not knowing where he was going or who he might run into. He had to get away. He couldn't hurt anyone. Henry didn't know what he was capable of...and it terrified him.