That fucking bitch.

Springheeled Jack was pissed. No, he was furious. The creature watched as his beheaded body was shoved over the edge by Billy-Ray Sanguine; it tumbled down the building and into the street below. The shrieks of pedestrians soon ripped through the air like nails on a chalkboard, reaching Jack's ears like music. However, he was too caught up in what had just happened to enjoy the high-pitched melody.

That bitch just killed me.

Jack wasn't actually dead, of course. No, the real Jack was crouched behind a rooftop ledge, mere yards away from Sanguine and Tanith Low. Tanith's sword was still dyed red with his Reflection's blood, the Reflection he had made mere minutes before she had asked him to come with her on their roof-hopping expedition. Jack had assumed for quite a while that Low was planning on getting rid of him; that's why he had conjured up his look-alike in the first place. But assuming was different than actually being right about something. The initial shock of seeing his own body crumple to the cement like a doll shocked him, and the monster had almost fell backwards because of it. Then he realized how he had been betrayed, and rage bubbled in his chest until he almost couldn't bear it. Jack almost sprung out from his hiding place behind the sill of the adjacent rooftop to confront the couple, but stopped himself at the last moment.

Lie low, Jack, He tried to convince himself, they don't know you're still alive. Keep that element of surprise handy.

Then, another thought crossed his mind: Sabine. If he was supposed to suffer this cruel fate, what was to happen to his darling Sabine? Surely Jack wasn't the only member of the team they were looking to shave off, and the young, innocent Sabine would be the perfect victim. Once again, the urge to rip Low and Sanguine to shreds rose in his chest, but he composed himself.

"Gotta get Sabine outta there," He muttered. Peeking over the edge, Jack saw Tanith and her Texan companion head away from the scene of the Reflection's murder and off into the night, most likely to meet the others by the entrance to the English Sanctuary.

Silently, Springheeled Jack rose. A hot pain flashed through his foot, and he cursed quietly, remembering bitterly how he got shot in the foot earlier. The monster ignored it to the best of his ability and leapt off the building top and onto the one beside it, then to the next, and the next one after that. Soon, the Terror of London was overlooking the English Sanctuary; he took the leap down, making him cringe as his bad foot smacked down on the cold, hard pavement. It took the creature only a few moments to find a relatively comfortable hiding place behind several stacked crates, though he had to add two more to the miniature fort to completely hide his large frame.

I'll wait here until Sabine shows up, He decided, then I'll tell her what happened and we can get the hell out of here.

The thought of running away with the woman made Jack smile softly. Oh, how he loved her… At that moment he decided he would confess his love to Sabine, right after he would convince her to leave with him. Would they stay in London, or would they go someplace else? It didn't matter in Springheeled Jack's mind; he would be happy no matter where they were, so long as he could be by her side. Soon the creature's thoughts wandered to things like dating, finding a house, marriage: things he had never daydreamed about in his entire life before he met Sabine.

Springheeled had begun to think about baby names when the members of the Maleficent Seven began to show up. He cursed to himself; the creature had been counting on the possibility that Sabine would show up first. Jack's plan had been to slip away with her before the other members arrived, before they had a chance to do anything to her.

Jack's heart throbbed and his stomach churned with a sudden thought: What if they already killed her?

Feeling sick, Jack frantically looked around, trying to see if his love was anywhere in sight. A few moments later, the small blond appeared from behind the corner. Springheeled leaned back, breathing a sigh of relief; at least she was still alive. It took him a moment to realize his heart was pounding so hard it shook his body, so he took a few seconds to calm himself. He could hear voices, quiet discussion on how to get into the Sanctuary. The creature could feel the tone of the conversation suddenly flip on a dime, and though Jack couldn't hear much, one voice rung out clear above the others;

"Tanith please, help me, he'll kill me—"

Jack instantly sat up, almost tipping over the wooden crates. He peered over the side to see Sabine in the hands of bodyguard-like men, her mouth covered so she couldn't scream. Adrenaline rushed through the creature's veins and panic swept his brain as the petite woman was dragged into a van.

"No," Jack's voice was barely above a whisper, "Sabine."

Like a shadow, the Terror of London leapt onto a window sill of the building that was snuggled against the pile of crates. He had lost interest on the rest of the group entirely at this time; the focal point of all his energy was retrieving the girl he had fallen so hard for. The van began to drive off into the night, creeping along like a cat waiting to pounce. Jack was determined to get his Sabine back, no matter what the cost.

Doing what he was born to do best, Springheeled Jack sprung onto the London rooftops and after the van.