3rd person

"I'll be okay! They wont hurt me." He insisted. "But-" jewel started. "I love you, baby. And I promise I'll come home tonight." "Okay.." She mumbled. He gave her a peck on the lips and entered the building.
Three hours passed. Mitch was getting close. He paid no attention. Ty stood outside the right door, his complication twisting into a disfigured monster for a second. The power ticked down. He was in tears as it hit 5%. He made a promise to get home. The lights shut off, h shut his eyes. Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked up. Mitch on the ceiling. Before he could react, he swung down, and delivered the deadly bite.. He screamed and fell to his knees. Tears pouring down his face, blood doing the same to his head. 
Jewel heard the scream and ran in. She screamed in horror when she seen her beloved, on the floor, dead. Mitch swung out. She cried and cried. She called for help. She heard something. A whisper. "I'm sorry.." She looked up and saw a flash of purple fabric disappear from the window. She lightly touched her swollen stomach. She was due any day now. She would have the baby the day after the funeral. She knew the child would never have a father. No one knew what happened, only her. 
Well....except for her daughter. Who 'dreamed' the whole thing.