He really liked her. Even if she didn't enjoy the best part of the game. Her lips felt amazingly soft, just barely grazing his, and her hate felt equally delicious to his mind. Jack liked it when they fought back, wanted them to hate him and love him at the same time. Maybe since she was the base of who he had become she would be the one person to remember his face later.
"Now I know for next time, mum." He called after her. "I did warn you, though." Jack smiled to himself, seeing this as a win. The fog once again disappeared into nothingness and Jack slipped into the black of night. He would sleep well tonight, even if he didn't get a true kill.