((T.T I know you are another person who calls even females 'sir', but I still don't know why people think I'm a guy! Is it because I'm too sadistic to be a girl?
Also, you know that there are no dead ends in the building unless he went into a room, right?))
Willy didn't know what to do. Maybe he'd hide in that same closet as before, since it had worked to mask his scent before. Unbeknownst to him that Aereo was watching, it seemed like the most plausible idea. Aereo would be too intent on finding Willy to stop and hurt others. Willy would be doing his job. It was all so foolproof to him. He'd survive, avoid turning into his more demonic form, and save the lab from going up in ruins. It was the perfect plan.
He headed towards the closet, limping the whole way and looking behind him frequently. He whimpered as pain lanced through his body again. He was being torn apart from the inside out. His own body was rejecting itself, something that only showed the other times through his asthma. When it threatened to awaken fully, his whole body shredded itself at a molecular level. It was a painful process, and swift healing was the only thing that kept him alive.
He stumbled into the closet, closing the door silently and falling to the back. He winced as the waves of pain continued, sending him to the back corner of the supply closet. He couldn't pick up the blankets this time to cover himself this time. That was alright, though, since the chemicals would destroy his scent entirely.
"Come on, don't fail me." He gasped, trying to calm his body down so that he wouldn't lose control of the transformation.
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Evan looked at her, watching her pace and sighed again. "Hey, Jade, you know, that's the second time you've avoided that question. How would you continue your job inside of this room?" He demanded, looking at her without emotion.