Case File 1: Recording started
Random Mook POV:
"I don't know what to say, even now I get nightmares from that night, seeing all my friends get wiped out in one fell swoop with brutal precision. I know you want information, but I don't know what to tell you without sounding insane." The police officer across from him folds his arms and then sighs, "After everything this guy has done, I wouldn't even be surprised by what you have to tell us."
I sigh, thinking about it a bit before finding my voice, "alright, it all started two nights ago when my friends and I were sitting in a warehouse near the docks, awaiting a shipment of drugs from the chinese. We were playing some poker to pass the time when we heard a knock on the door. Now we were surprised" the police officer shifts in front of me, "why were you surprised?"
"We were surprised because all our men were inside and the Chinese weren't set to arrive yet. We ignored it at first, thinking it was just something we heard when the knocking returned, harsher than before. At this point we realized something was off, so one of my friends went to the door and opened it--" I stop, my breath shuddering in remembrance.
The police officer gave me a look and let me calm down before gesturing for me to continue. "My friend opened the door and died, we sat there in shock, one moment he was with us and the next he was gone, huge fucking hole through his chest. We got over the shock fast and unsheathed our knives before moving towards the door, spreading out in case of any more fire."
"Turns out, we were paying attention to the wrong area when the roof caved in and the sound of gunfire reached my ears. We lost 2 more men and when we turned around, all we could see was this black blur as they dispatched each and every one of us. One by one, my friends fell around me in brutal fashion, all sporting holes in the chest, holes so big I couldn't believe they came from a gun."
"All of us were dead with me as the last man standing, that's when the blur stopped, just inches in front of me, and I noticed that it was a guy." At this point the officer interrupted me, leaning forward in disbelief he questioned me, "so you're telling me that this one guy killed how many of you?" "10" "10 guys and you couldn't even see him until he stopped in front of you?"
As I was about to respond, the memories came to me and I started to lose focus, fear and humiliation welling up inside me as I trembled. In a moment of kindness I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to a canteen. I took it and opened it to smell whiskey inside, I gave the cop a look "have a drink to take the edge off and continue when you're ready."
I nod in thanks and take a sip, sitting there 5 minutes letting the alcohol course through my system. Once I feel up to it I hand the alcohol back to the officer "thanks" he gives me a nod and places it to the side.
"Like I was saying, he stopped in front of me after killing 10 of my friends when I saw what he really looked like. He had fair skin, white slicked back hair, and what was most noticeable of his features was the steel-grey color of his eyes."
"They looked empty in front of me, like everything he had just done was nothing to him, I could see no mercy in those eyes, so I dropped my weapon and bent the knee, looking away from him hoping he wouldn't kill me."
The police officer looked up from his notebook, "Were there any other defining features of his, such as clothes, weapons, anything would be valuable." "Yeah, he wore a black trenchcoat with what looked like straight black pants, armored shoes, and some kind of armored undershirt. He was carrying what looked like a powerful revolver with a pretty long barrel in one hand with an identical copy in his other hand."
I sigh, "that's it really, he knocked me out after I surrendered and when I woke up next it was here in this very room, waiting to be questioned." The cop gave me a considerate look before getting up, "thank you for your cooperation, normally you'd be sentenced for drug trading but with this valuable information we can better identify the Steel-eyed Raven's strengths and weaknesses."
I gave him a look and he let me know, "you won't be confined to the station, we'll rough you up a bit so it doesn't look suspicious before releasing you." I nodded my head to him in thanks, I'd rather not be labeled as a snitch on the streets. After a few beatings, just enough to make it look like I was roughed up, they had an officer escort me outside the building.
Case File 1: Recording ended
Outside
Once we were outside, the cop called out to me. When I looked at him, he smirked and lifted his cap, revealing to me white slick-backed hair and those same steel-grey eyes from the warehouse. The Raven chuckled at my shock, "you've just got a second chance, which is more than I can say for the others, make sure not to waste it." Still in shock, I watch as his police uniform transforms into his outfit from that day and the light above us starts flickering. The Raven smiles once more before disappearing before my very eyes, like he was never there.
I shake out of my stupor and run back into the police station, never noticing the glint of a sniper rifle from the roof trained on my back as the Raven smiles and sets it aside. "Heh, this may just be a lot more entertaining than I thought."