Family Ties

Chapter 2

The blaring of the phone alarm woke Detective Cooper up from a rather peaceful night sleep. Reaching over, with her long hair tangled around her wrist. Bringing the phone to her ear, she yawned before speaking. "Cooper...." Her partner, Braves, spoke quickly and in a panic. "He's struck again...just found the body...get here as quickly as you can..." Now that woke her up quickly. She hadn't even noticed that her husband was gone and she didn't hear any crying either. Getting herself dressed in her uniform and running a brush through her messy head, she spied a note on the fridge as she was pulling her shoes on.

'Let you sleep in for today, you deserve it. Baby is at the sitter's, don't overwork yourself too much. I'll See you tonight. I love you, and have a great day'

That man. Grabbing her keys off the counter, she locked the door behind her as she headed quickly down the stairs to her car. Molly felt the sinking feeling that she was being watched again but didn't have time to look around. The longer she wasted here, the more likely that they would find another body in the next few days. Driving herself to the discovery site, flipping her lights on to breeze through traffic lights, she slammed on the breaks upon arriving at the scene. Yellow tape lined the streets along with several traffic cops keeping the citizens at at safe distance. Ducking under the tape, she flashed her badge at the officer coming towards her. "Detective Molly Cooper, my partner is inside, what do you have for me?..." Cooper said as she walked with the officer. "Female victim, mid to late 20's. She was at least 7 months pregnant...this sicko cut the baby out of her and left the fetus to die as well..." the officer finished as they reached the stairs inside. "Alright...get the streets clear as soon as you can...anyone you see as suspicious hanging around, arrest them and get them to the station..." she ordered before jogging up the stairs. Braves was outside of the room, looking pale in the face. "It's a bad one....he's escalating....but there's something else....i didn't want to tell you over the phone, it's something you'll need to see for yourself..." he said with a grim face. Cooper raised an eyebrow before slipping on a pair of gloves. It paid to keep them on you at all times, never know when you'll find a piece of evidence.

Seeing the coroner covering up the body, the blonde female looked at the detective. "Cooper....this was a bad one...i've seen some things but i've never seen someone cut a baby out and leave it to die with it's mother..." she said standing to Detective Cooper's height now. "But this is what your partner wanted you to see...." she said moving to the side and pointing her attention to the wall. Written in blood, was a message:

'Tick tock, tick tock Miss Cooper....The longer you wait, the hungrier i become....It's so sad to see a family ripped apart so easily, isn't it?...The mother would've abandoned the baby anyway...eventually they all do...'

"What?..." It wasn't a surprise that the killer would know her name. They'd been taunting the police force this entire time, they weren't afraid of them at all. But about the mother abandoning the baby, eventually? That was a little out of the ordinary. Braves rejoined them in the room now. "Do you make anything of this?...other than this guy is demented..." he asked, looking at his partner. The blood was pretty dry by now, but they were expecting them to find the body fairly soon. Molly was racking her brain, trying to deduce what this meant, but there was nothing coming to mind.

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Looking through the window from the street below, Kyra could just make out her mother's face as she read the message she'd left. But it wasn't a look of shock, but a look of confusion. Gritting her teeth and her hands to fists, she grumbled. How could she not know who it was doing this? Did she need to spell it out for her? "She's more of an i***t than i thought..." she said to herself. The voices in her head were laughing manically. They enjoyed this little game that she played, but they were growing bored by the second, urging her to continue her killing spree. Most of the street had clears out by now, save for a few officers standing guard on the inside of the yellow tape. Guard dogs? Who do they think they're kidding? These dogs wouldn't stop her if she wanted to get inside. But seeing one looking her way, she began to walk down the street. Her hood was down now, but she kept her eyes and face towards the ground. Police had a tendency to use any type of camera's they could find to pick out a perp. Then again, that i***t Braves still had the audacity to think that it was a man behind these killings. A man would be much more clumsy, and wouldn't need to use finesse to kill his victims. You could easily see that these attacks had a more....feminine touch.

Finding her destination, she smirked lightly. Walking into the police station, she found the nearest detective. Putting on her best innocent face, she began speaking to them. "I just thought that this might help you guys in finding this guy that's killing everyone...." she said, her voice soft and sweet as she handed them a disc. The dvd, looked normal. "Anything helps little miss, now i'll make sure that the lead detective gets this, but your gonna need to head home, the curfew is still in effect.." Kyra nodded before heading back out the door. The dvd, held merely a recording of her. As long as they gave it to the lead detective, everything would go the way she wanted it to. And she'd soon be meeting with her mother, face to face.

A few hours later, Kyra was wiping blood from her cheek. Her latest victims, two twin teenagers. A boy and a girl. Just couldn't stay inside like the curfew said. Positioning the bodies just like she had promised in her recording, she wiped her prints from everything possible before pulling her tattered hoodie over her head. The boy, trying to be the savior of his sibling, did get a couple of hits in before he ultimately died. The Fighters, they were always the fun ones.