Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Mouthy

Running as quickly as his legs would allow him Connor chased after a confirmed mugger with the intent to apprehend the criminal and retrieve the stolen wallet he had pick-pocketed from an old man at the park in broad daylight. Easily able to outpace the human at every step of the way, Connor managed to run the mugger to a chainlink fence at the end of the alleyway and cut off his only retreat as he shouted for the man to stop fleeing and to surrender peacefully. The warmer weather made it much easier for the police to chase people on foot and identify muggers without any heavy clothing slowing people down or shrouding their faces.

While Connor chased the man on foot Hank kept up in the car. It was surprisingly difficult to keep up with the pursuit since Connor was so swift and nimble when he was focused on a mission.

"Stop! Detroit Police!" Connor shouted as he presented the man with his badge and kept his gun holstered behind his back and under his gray blazer. With his L.E.D. flickering yellow he honed in on the thief with righteous authority in his voice and his presence. "You're under arrest for theft."

The man stopped at the fence, turned around to face Connor and spat profanities. "Fuck off, you piece of shit!"

Taking the cuffs from the back of his belt Connor approached the man as the man pressed his back up to the fence. Connor had every intention of bringing the man into the precinct to be charged accordingly. "Do not add resisting arrest to your-"

The man threw the stolen wallet at Connor which caught the deviant off guard, and then swung his fist wildly and strongly enough to crack Connor in the side of his jaw and send the stunned deviant to the ground in sudden pain. While Connor was incapacitated the thief turned around and scrambled up the fence, climbing over the top, and dropping back down to the ground on the other side with a graceless plop long before Connor even had the chance to try to get up.

Just a few yards away Hank had managed to catch up on the foot pursuit after driving down unorthodox roads and alleyways as he followed after Connor and the thief. Stopping the car a few feet away from where Connor was pushing himself up from the ground into a sitting position to grab onto the surrendered wallet, Hank opened his car door to approach his downed partner and check in on him.

"Connor?" Hank called out to the deviant sitting on the ground and rubbing at his sore jaw. There was a trail of blue blood running down the side of Connor's chin as it oozed over the corner of his mouth and onto the pavement beneath him. "Are you okay?"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood on the ground in front of him Connor nodded his head and handed over the stolen wallet. "...I'm good."

"Uh, no you're not." With a grimace Hank pointed to the puddle of blood that Connor had spat out as he crouched down beside the deviant. Sitting in the middle of the dark blue liquid was a single white colored tooth that had been knocked loose from Connor's jaw. "Open your mouth, let me see."

Connor's brow furrowed as he picked up his now lost tooth and held it in the palm of his hand. His yellow L.E.D. flashed to red for a moment before returning to yellow in confusion. "I lost a tooth?"

"Yup, looks like it. Come on, kid." Hank gently put his hand under Connor's chin and tilted the deviant's head so he was looking at him. "Open up."

Confused but cooperative Connor opened his mouth and let Hank inspect the damage.

The last molar in Connor's lower left jaw had been knocked out by the powerful blow by the fleeing thief's strong punch. A gush of Thirium marred the opening left behind in the artificial gum-line that held Connor's equally artificial, but perfect, teeth in place. Though difficult to see through all of the blue blood Hank was able to inspect the injury adequately enough to give his unprofessional prognosis.