Natasha's scream caused Jacob to cringe, the sound shocking him and as it persisted from the corner of his eyes he could see shadows closing in. She was gone quickly though, and Jacob breathed a sigh of relief as his attention was brought to Nova. When the boy finally spoke Jacob couldn't help but be worried at how serious he sounded, already a little shell shocked from the scream. He'd wanted to tell Nova he wouldn't hurt them but knew he couldn't make such promises. It was never something he'd wish upon another though, his own family coming to mind as Nova left the room.

His breathing now ragged Jacob held back what tears he could, his mind now on the night he'd lost nearly all he had. His mother, father, and sister slaughtered in their sleep before that thing had tried to take his life too. He'd seen their bodies, the blood on that thing's teeth, and the murder in it's six glowing eyes. "[i]It'll happen again... I promisssssssss,[/i]" had been all it told him in that moment he'd been paralyzed with fear. He didn't understand it until now, and Jacob's breathing quickened as his sadness became anger. Trying to keep himself in check he clenched his fist, looking down at it as an oily looking substance began to ooze out his palm. It dripped to the floor, wisps fading away just before contacting with the concrete bellow. 

With an low shout Jacob threw what was in his hand away, launching the ball of ooze at the wall opposite him. His breathing heavy Jacob pushed himself to stand up, watching as a ball of shadow inhaled the air around it and sucked a set of posters off the wall. The result was a lanky and dog like creature, torn up posters mocking a skeleton with an intact reaper skull over it's head like a mask. With a snarl the thing turned to look at Jacob, a long tongue made of shadow rolling out it's slack jaw and running over it's eyes. Sensing the tinge of fear Jacob now felt a set of spines rose up off the thing's back, it giving a hungry snarl as it drew closer. 

The dog like shadow lunged, Jacob flinching as he felt the paper push into him and he opened his eyes to see the creature trying to maul him with claws and teeth it didn't really have. Finding the feelings he'd used to bring this thing into existence he grabbed hold of the strip of paper it used as a neck and yanked backwards, the shadow drifting apart as the paper skeleton fell to the ground. Still trying to regulate his breathing Jacob looked down at the shredded posters, letting go of the piece he held in his hand before grabbing his old jacket and walking out of Natasha's room. He wanted to find a quiet tunnel, somewhere to think and maybe rest his mind.