Jack didn't move, didn't flinch, ignoring the blur that was Darcy and Jeff. "I told you, Gwen," he breathed, voice low and fraying at the edges. Flesh in his teeth, he spat to the side- something dark red, hitting the pavement with a sick sound. His chest rose and fell after each empty heartbeat. Desperately searching, Gwen was only met with tar-filled holes where there would normally be eyes. The husk of what once was a man. Not human in the slightest. Off to the side, Jeff flicked Darce's face back to him with two fingers, expression darkening. "Eyes on me, stupid. I'm trying to kill you." "What? You think that talk still makes me laugh or some shit?" He chuckled sandpaper, "If that doesn't work, I could always use my friend Marley here to make you smile."