Kayla Michaels lives without guilt (thekappa) wrote in musings,
It had been a long day for Kayla. She stumbled into her apartment on a heel that was starting to wiggle - never again would she buy shoes from Payless - and dumped her briefcase on the floor, flopping backwards into her couch. The copy of Seattle Times that had come in her mailbox was quickly opened and scanned with a constant smirk. Kayla's day had been annoying, but it didn't mean the Kappa had to feel so defeated. She had terrorized that good cop Slater, and hopefully he'd gone whining to the right people. If not, she'd have to find someone else to harass. The city was always full of people.
During her skim, she noted the bold headline: Murder Case Dismissed. Hesitating, she rolled forward, hunched over her lap as she read through the article with a finger sliding over each word. Though she didn't know the names of her victims, the Kappa knew her prey. Who else would it be?
Then she saw the name: Graves and Pettigrew. Lucas Graves. That political, smarmy-faced, do-gooding imbecile.
Letting out a shriek, she ripped the paper to shreds, sending the pieces in a flurry over her couch. "Goddamnit!" she screamed, not caring about inside voices. "God. DAMNIT!" Seeing red, she jumped off her couch and stormed into her kitchen. She needed a drink. Then she'd wait for nightfall. The Kappa wasn't going down without a fight, and Mr. Graves would soon learn that it was a fight he was going to lose.