Bad guy (umbrella academy fan fic)

The prologue

October 1st 1989

Rain fell across the grimy city streets. Dark clouds engulfed the sky as a young woman her 2 year old daughter and her boyfriend were driving down the desolate road.
"Did you enjoy the art museum sweetie"
The young girl in the back seat hummed in agreement, nodding her head causing the beads in her braids to clash against each other.
"Click, click, crash" ,the little girl said mindlessly as the beads knocked against one another. The woman and her boyfriend chuckled at their little girl, decked out in blue dungarees and a t-shirt which read "Picasso".
"Hey Monique,"
The man in the front seat turned to his girlfriend.
"maybe we can get Shayla her own paints since she liked the art so much!" He said grinning.
The woman in the seat glared at him, "With what money hmmm? Me nah use ya dirty money!" she replied in her heavy Jamaican accent.
"When our angel becomes a famous artist I won't need to sell no more weed ." Chuckled the man his brown eyes gazing at Monique
"Ya dummy, Kyle."she replied before bringing him into a kiss.
"Crash, crash!" Shayla continued to chant in the back.

Sirens blared in the difference, piercing through the families calm and loving atmosphere. Monique saw a police car in the rear mirror. She spoke, her voice low, "Tell me ya nah bring weed with ya."
Kyle didn't reply but instead gave her a sad look and grinned.

It happened so fast.
"Step out of the vehicle!"
"License and registration!"
Kyle reaches into the car to tuck his bag of weed into his daughters dungaree pocket.
The policeman saw a criminal, the policeman saw a danger, the policeman saw a black man reaching into the car for a "weapon".
"Crash!" Shayla giggled
Kyle fell to the ground .
He had been shot.

Before Monique could rush to Kyle's side and try save him, before she could cry or check her child was ok , she felt a pain in her stomach.
She expanded like a balloon; suddenly she seemed to be pregnant. She cried out in pain, she was going in labour. The guilty policeman by her car winced as she yelled and lowered his gun. His eyes darted at a crying child in the back seat, a dead body on the ground and the woman giving birth.
"Fuck."he whispered.

Much to her protest the police man helped deliver the baby. A healthy baby girl. The sweaty policeman handed the even sweatier woman her baby- smiling at the innocent new born as if he had not just killed a man moments ago.
"How peculiar, u didn't seem pregnant when I first saw you." The man said wiping his brow.
Monique narrowed her eyes at him, "Burn in hell" she spat as she brought her tired out daughters into an embrace.
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"How much for it!"
It Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many children born in the peculiar and unnatural way Monique's youngest daughter had.
"Me nah give ma daughter to random white man dem" Monique hissed, slamming the door in his face. Could she have used his cash? One hundred percent! Was she struggling to feed both children without Shayla's dad around. Absolutely! But Monique wasn't just going to sell her child to a stranger after all that effort of bringing her into the world. She looked down at her miracle baby in her arms- admiring the babies grey, misty eyes.
"Me keep you And ya sister safe and happy, Nevaeh",whispered Monique.
"We're going to be ok."
They in fact, were going to be as ok as America after the 2016 Trump election.
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Song inspo:
Let me out -by the gorillaz (ft Mavis Staples and Pusha T)

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