Given his monstrous appearance, which could only be diluted partially by a business suit, Mr. Rakkan didn't make a habit about traveling around in broad daylight where he could frighten people and cause a panic. However, he was called in to cover someone's shift at work, and did not own a car, so proceeded on foot through the crowded streets that dispersed around him. He was quick footed enough to make it on time that way normally, although today would mark the first time that he'd be late.

"Good day...good day, huh?...howdy!" He said to people with kind waves.

Although at first he didn't stand out too much, he noticed some guy across the street giving him an abnormal look as he continued onward. It wasn't fear for his life. It was something else. Rakkan quickened his pace, having a bad feeling about him.

The suspicious man hastily made his way over to Rakkan with an expression shifting from having suspicions of his own to concern. He couldn’t really blame him for looking at him the way he did, but he did wonder what would cause him to approach in this manner, disrupting traffic along the way. He allowed the man to draw near and speak, turning to face him.

Dropped something? That was odd. He didn’t have much to drop from his person without it being incredibly noticeable to him, such as his briefcase. Perhaps this man had mistaken someone else dropping something from within the crowd? In that case he could help find the real person in need of assistance. He followed the gesture to the object in question. Indeed it wasn’t familiar.

“Ah, I see that you’re mistaken,” he’d say if he was allowed the time, his attention moving back towards the man after glancing at the object for a brief second. “Let me help you search for whomever dropped it.”

Rakkan’s upper torso exploded with pain and back goo, resulting in panicked shrieks from the retreating bystanders and a snarl of his own. He could tell the damage was extensive enough to kill a normal man, but thanks to his biology he could still stand and fight for some time before collapsing into a near death state to start his recovery. Who was this guy and what did he ever do to him?! Perhaps this man was even planning on starting a shooting spree. He knew that he should try and use his remaining moments of consciousness to eliminate him as a threat and minimize the risk to bystanders.

With his left hand he reached out to try and snatch control of where the gun that shot him had to be while his right hand went for his throat with sharp claws. He didn’t want to kill him if he didn’t have to but he also didn’t want to risk the man getting off another shoot one way or another.

The man continued to turn in an effort to escape his reach, but he was inhumanly fast and larger than the average man, giving him considerable range. Rakkan didn’t need to take a step to close the gap that was forming, only lunge forward with his hands extended for his panicked prey.

BAM!

He wasn’t faster than the bullet, however, as a black goo trail spiraled out from his newly detached right hand and upper arm, which tumbled chaotically back towards the mortified crowd. He didn’t give time for the villain’s finger to twitch off another shot. His left hand made it to the barrel of the gun, which had to be extended out a bit to get the angle needed to shoot off his arm on the other side of his body. With a violent tug he tore it from his grip, shredding the coat in two in the process as the left half came with him. He tossed the gun, wrapped up in the coat, aside. In the meantime the man was able to get a head start on running from him now that Rakkan didn’t have his right hand to pin him down.

((Outcome of Donny loosing his gun agreed upon OOC))

Although with a gapping hole in his chest and a missing right hand, Rakkan was still able to fight, albeit at a more limited capacity. The man was running away now but it was possible he would still turn violent yet again, especially with all the weapons that were revealed on his person now that the coat was missing. He gave chase, keeping a sharp eye on the weapons and his opponent’s hands so he could be ready to dodge if his opponent grabbed for something while running. He couldn’t see if there was any more weapons attached to his front of his body, but it would be pretty obvious if the man stopped his normal running stride and began to reach for something on his body. He would run at full speed after him, which wouldn’t take him long to catch up, until he had cause for concern and would then quickly diver for cover before an attack could come at him.

Just as Rakkan had feared an innocent bystander was caught in the mess, becoming the villain’s hostage in the blink of an eye. He came to a halt as quickly as he could given his momentum so that he wouldn’t antagonize his foe in this delicate situation. Although he didn’t trust him, if he attacked now he was certain that the woman would die, so he did as instructed and backed away, hoping there was at least some hint of on honor system at play here.

Luckily this paid off as the woman was thrown from the man’s grasp. Rakkan rushed over to her with all the speed he could muster, snatching her up in his powerful yet gentle hands He checked to make sure she was okay, clipping away the wire with his sharp claws. In the meantime his blood was pouring all over her expensive looking blouse and shoes, but that was likely the least of her worries.

He didn’t feel like he could catch his opponent again, especially given how much of his vital fluid had drained from his body and how quickly he felt himself weakening as a result. That bullet must have been massive to do so much damage to him in only two shots. Who was that guy? Rakkan can only ponder why things had come to this as he collapsed to one knee after the villain disappeared from sight, feeling ready to black out at any moment. He could hear police sirens, or perhaps ambulances, approaching from off in the distance as his vision faded to black and he collapsed.

@Doc Doctor

As the two convulsed together in a lethal embrace, something quite unexpected happened. Rakkan’s sizzling blood splattered all over the girl, mingling with her own bloodied neck, splattering into her eyes, mouth, and nose; soaking inside her body…but it went deeper than that. The large amount of energy pulsing through her and the abnormal qualities of his blood made it fuse into her very being, altering her DNA and adding his own abilities onto her. Both Rakkan and the woman were no longer how they once were, but instead a new being would come out of this. The blinding pain she felt turned into an odd, indescribable sensation mere moments before the world around her erupted into darkness, splattering what remained of Rakkan all around like someone splashed a paint bucket of dark goo onto the pavement. His body no longer retained it’s shape as it did so, leaving only the woman’s broken form laying in this pool.

Nobody would assume that she was still alive upon seeing this sight, but she was still kept alive against all odds. From within her mushy remains began a healing process as her blood darkened like ink contaminated it and spread throughout her veins, somehow flowing without a heart to pump it. So began to birth of a new entity.

April, 2016. Time of investigation, 7:45am.

Vegas Strip, well outside his jurisdiction, he'd been called on as consult. Called on as an inter-agency cooperation, due to his specialized skills. There was basically nothing to go on, and his reputation preceded him. Excepting the cold case in the alley, his backlog was practically empty. This time there was a survivor of the incident, with what Cain would consider the most bizarre story he's ever heard.

The two sat down across from each other in the precinct, the woman was visually disfigured by the events. Taking his hat off, he slid a pair of reading glasses onto his nose and held the dossier open with one hand, licking his thumb to flip to the first page. "You've taken to referring to yourself as 'Rah,' Correct?" His voice was nasally, on account of his long and sharp nose being so prominent. His iris peeked up over the bridge of his glasses, his eyelids hanging low, barely concealing the fact that he was deeply analyzing her.

The woman, turned black by some chemical. Made her bald, messed with her teeth, she was some kind of gruesome, her voice hissed from the disfigured lips as she spoke. "Y-yes. It's easier to say, after my lips got... Got." She trailed off, tears visibly welling in her eyes. The irises were red and the welling caused them to look like they were dribbling blood.

Immediately shifting the tone, he relaxed in his seat and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, and flicked the bottom to express one of them from the top. "You mind if I smoke? I'm going to anyway, I'm just asking for sake of fairness."

The woman's expression turned to confusion as she squinted at him, before responding with a confused and slightly insulted; "No I don't." With one disarming question he'd pulled her from tears, and he sparked the match off the table and lit up.

Dragging on the cigarette he spoke as smoke poured from his mouth in little curling wisps that gave him the appearance of a man with a thick mustache for a brief moment. "So I need as many details as you can give me. Anything that was said, anything that you saw. Anything at all helps, miss." His thumb flicked through the dossier to a blank page and he placed a pen's tip to the paper.

She looked concerned but more focused, confusion as she tried to recollect the full picture, before Cain spoke again. "How about I ask some details and you recount them as best you can, alright?" The woman nodded and he cleared his throat before taking another drag from the cigarette.

"So we have the report up to the moment that you were grabbed. Did the attacker seem to grab you randomly, or was it targeted?" He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and pointed it at her as he spoke.

"It was random, I was just in the crowd."

Scratching sounds filled the interrogation room as he wrote that down."I see. Did you get a good look at your attacker's face?"

She shook her head. "Only the lower half, he wore a wide brimmed black hat that shadowed his face. The lights on the strip made it hard to see him, especially considering the chaos. I can tell you he's a white male, pale skin, rough complexion, and above average height."

Scribbling this down, he didn't even notice the ash from his cigarette fall onto the back of his hand until he finished writing. "Did you hear him speak at all? Did he say anything that could be of use?"

Again she shook her head no. "Whatever he said I could barely understand, his accent was so thick that it was almost like he was pretending. As if he were putting it on, rather than it being natural."

"Acting an accent? Strange indeed. Did he have anything distinctive that could identify him? Outfit, tattoo, jewelry, anything at all?" He absentmindedly puffed the cigarette as the woman thought, and then his eyes sparked with embers as her eyes showed some degree of clarity.

"He had some kind of James Bond watch! Some kind of electrified wire shot out of it! He also lost his coat and he was covered in sheathes, holsters, belts of grenades! A grenade, that's what left that stranger a corpse and... And me looking like... This." She trailed off, touching her face with her left hand as Cain wrote down that note. This had helped quite a lot in building a profile, unfortunately the CCTV footage and all road cams in the area had suspiciously gone haywire right around the time of the killing. So this case was too cold.

"Well, miss Rah. I have no further questions. If there's anything else you can think of in the near future to help further, that would be ideal. You're free to go, ma'am. Officers will escort you to your car, you have a good day." He slipped his hat onto his head and finished his cigarette, ashing it against the aluminum tabletop and leaving the crumpled stump there.

The dossier he held had very little in the way of patterns to connect to his previous document. However it had built a profile of an incredibly wealthy killer, someone who'd had sufficient funds to custom make a weaponized watch, as well as obtain multiple grenades, knives and guns. Either this killer had a lot of money up front, or he had funds from the local mob.

With the way the camera footage had mysteriously gone missing?

It had to be connected to the mob, and he'd find out how.