Jeffery sat there and became very quiet because he felt an fluctuation in the spiritual essence in his surroundings he felt blood and a voice saying something faintly he heard in his mind.

[color=ec008c]"Death loves to take the pretty ones"[/color]

Those were the words of a person at there weakest Jeffs eyes widened a little bit and he knew that something was happening in the facility if he had felt that.

Jeffery knew that this person was a girl and he hardly cared who but he felt creeping darkness and freely flowing blood coming from gun wounds pooling around this girls body as she lay weak he knew this feeling it was the feeling of death coming he could feel it in his victims and other peoples victims he knew that more people were wounded but he paid mind to the one closet to deaths grasp.

He shrugged acting as if he had just had a thought and he lookedaround and saw that the two girls had left and he raised an eyebrow at this he looked around not seeing much change in the room he only continued to focus in his mind on listening to the girls moments in deaths reach.