Seeing as the others had begun attacking the targets by now, Jack figured it was time he did the same. He just followed their lead, basicly.
When they were done firing at Lilith, Jack could feel how terrified they were. How horribly alone and scared they felt. The regret of having even come here. It fueled him. He fed off of their fear, growing in power... To cause even greater effect, he let his voice echo freely through the room, from each shadow and crevice... [i][b]No escape...[/b][/i] bounced upon the walls, and one of the black market men dropped his gun in fear. [i]"AW TO HELL WITH THIS, I'M OUT!"[/i] he screamed and tried to run. Turning around he stopped dead in his tracks, for Jack had materialized in front of him. His blackened mask forever weeping, the empty hollow eyesockets staring at him. With a scream, Jack disappeared with the man into the shadows, and he was never seen again.

Jack sat back in the shadows. He had taken a victim, now he would feed upon the others' horror while the rest of the group dispatched of them. The man's scream still lingered eariely in the building, as if still there somewhere, in the distance, experiencing true horror...