Family Ties

Chapter 1

Family? What was a family really? Kyra didn't know herself. All she knew was what the voices in her head told her. She left you. She abandoned you. What good is a mother who abandoned a three month old baby to the system? They were right. All she ever knew was pain, heartache and loneliness. The foster system was a terrible place for a child normally, let alone a baby. Kyra was born out of wedlock and never knew the name of her mother or father. Once she reached nearly five years old, she went searching for the reason that she didn't look like the 'Parents' that she lived with. Her caramel colored skin and curly brown hair didn't match up with the Blonde hair and blue eyed adults. "Don't touch that" they said. "Stay in a child's place" they said. But the young girl didn't stop, not until she knew the truth. And once she knew the truth, she went looking for her mother, her real family. Molly Cooper. Kyra was determined to find her place, her real family. But once she finally did, she snapped. Mrs Cooper had a new family of her own. A husband and a new baby. She would pay, pay with everything that she had.

"Please...help..." a hoarse, drained voice spoke. Kyra looked at her latest victim and shook her head at the bleeding woman. She'd been pregnant when she attacked. She wasn't anymore. "You didn't need the baby anyway...you said that yourself...it would be better off without you..." her voice was dark, almost demonic in a way. Her inner demons loved when she hunted and played with her victims. The police had been on pins and needles waiting for her to strike again. "Why are you doing this?..." the young woman asked, her skin pale and her lower abdomen covered with blood along with her legs. The dead fetus lay on the ground a few feet away. Kyra, holding her serrated blade to her chest merely grinned. "Because...she needs to suffer, the way i did..." she spoke before plunging the blade through the woman, pinning her to the wall. Carefully, Kyra wiped any prints that she left away with the edge of her jacket. Pulling the hood up, she strolled out of the apartment and closed the door. It would take them maybe two or three days to find her but by then, she would already have another target picked out. The more she killed, the better she felt. Watching her mother squirm trying to find the source of these killings, even though is was obviously staring her dead in the face. Walking towards the direction of the police station, Kyra pulled her hood up, leaning against the wall as she pressed a newly lit cigarette to her lips. Now it was a waiting game between the cops finding her newest victim and her picking her next one.

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Detective Molly Cooper sighed, running a hand through her curly brown hair. Her dark eyes with bloodshot from lack of sleep. "Who is this guy?...we've run all the known assault arrests with recently paroled inmates...but no one fits this M.O.." she was talking to herself. She'd been doing that a lot recently. It went first from a few homeless on the street being attacked and murdered brutally, but now it seemed the assailant was just picking at random. "You need to get some sleep Cooper...you're running on fumes...this guy hasn't struck again that we know of and we've got everyone under curfew until we find him..." Her partner, Braves, spoke to her setting a cup of coffee down in front of her. "I'm fine...this is my case and i'll bring this guy in if it's the last thing i do..." Molly snapped before taking a long drink of the steaming hot coffee. "Your husbands been calling...says the baby has colic and he really needs your help..." Braves said bending down to her level. Gently, he pushed her computer closed and gave her a stern look. "You're no good out there if we find this guy on no sleep...he gets off on watching us run around like a bunch of chickens.." Braves added, helping her up and putting her jacket on over her. "Go see your family, we can handle it here until tomorrow..." he said, ushering his partner out the door. Molly sighed, before digging into her pocket for her keys. He was right.

Sliding into the car, she blinked a few times to get the tiredness out of her eyes. Starting up her Chevy Malibu, she felt as though someone was watching her. Glancing around, she didn't see anyone but a few dog walkers and a couple of cyclists across the street. And a hooded teen smoking a cigarette. Normally, she didn't condone the smoking but she was so tired that she knew she didn't have the energy for a chase right now. They had bigger things to worry about. Speeding down the road, Molly yawned as she finally pulled into her apartment complex. Just her, Daryl, and sweet little Madelynn. Opening the apartment door, she was greeted with the screams of her darling daughter. Poor thing was only a few months old but had a bad case of Colic. Taking her from her husbands arms, the babies cries slowly simmered down as she carried and rocked her. Heading into the kitchen, she made her a bottle. Once the baby was taken care of, she was greeted with a kiss from her husband. "Sorry...this case has just got me running ragged...but for tonight, i'm all yours..." Molly said with a grin. As long as this creep didn't get any knowledge of where she and her family were, she could rest for now.