A.N.- Ooooh! Great , great thanks to all of you nice people who review and for some reason like this story...LOL , there are so many other stories I need to finish...I'm slacking...So , thanks to Kurt (extra thanks for putting up with me! Love ya , Charlie!)
Lady Of Truths , Nan , Saavik , Tikky (pyro!) ,Hanniballover , Samantha Bridges , and , last but not least , High Priestess Chameleon 302! (on holiday! yes!) So , I'll go write the story before I end up giving you all one giant , rambling authors note. PS.- Yes , we will have gore again.

The park was quiet this time of night , the gentle glow of street lamps and lights in the distance creating a small , orangish glow over it in places , but silence and the twilight in others. Amongst the twilight , Calandra Knott lurked , silently skipping around the lamps glow.

Her head up and alert , but her eyes clouded over with fierce determination , she strode quietly down the sidewalk. Calandra had planned her midnight stroll out carefully , knowing the other types that liked to make this central park a haven at night , and adapted to avoid suspicion.

Earlier she had passed a policeman , who didn't give but a kind nod to the young woman , dressed in a knee length black coat , the scarf wrapped around her neck , and boots on her feet like others. If he had even noticed her hands buried deep in her pockets , or perhaps the rubber sliver that poked out of the top of her pockets , he would of grown suspicious.

Thankfully ,noone would now due to the wide availibility of surgical gloves and body bags....Calandra relished in this. She saw , as she came around a corner , a young couple upwards on the path in front of her.

She bowed her head to the ground as she approached , And Calandra felt in her pocket for the small knife she had brought with her , and a bottle of methyl alcohol.

"Pardon me," She mumbled quietly as she passed them , and then halted. "Sir, if you will..."

The couple stopped , and the man's face turned to hers as they both moved around. His girlfriend looked adgitated...or worried , and he did as well.

"Yes , miss?" The man inquired shakily

Calandra ,appearing only as a simply poor woman to them , did not raise her head but instead held a surgical gloved hand out.

"Spare change , s'il vous plait?"

The two stare down at the glove momentarily , and she took this as her moment. Hand snapping out of her pocket , head up , Calandra lunged towards the woman first of all. Two was not a fun number for a amateur murderer , she reasoned , but it sure was inspiring.

Her hand reached out to slash at the Woman's throat just once , deep enough , and she let out one scream , before crumbling and proceeding to sob onto the pavement , now realizing that she could scream no more.

"Hurts , don't you think?" Calandra smiled down at the woman , as her boyfriend stared down in shock for a moment. "Funny how the larynx can be so fragile sometimes...one slice and wham...silence. Enchanting , I bealive so."

The woman did not look up , her hand reaching around to grasp her throat , as if she could hold the vocals together , and Calandra looked from her to her boyfriend.

In a flash , she had lept onto him , shoving him to the ground and thrusting her hand into her pocket. The man struggled underneath her , and finally succeeded in throwing Calandra off of him , onto the pavement.

She sat there momentarily , clearing her mind as her head struck the pavement , and Calandra was distressed to see him grab onto his girlfriend and thrust her up. As Calandra fumbled to her feet , the man had already began running , half pulling the woman with him. As if the situation couldn't of gotten worse , Calandra could now hear the heavy footfalls behind her and a flashlight shining towards them. A pistol cocked.

"Damn it!" she hissed , not taking the time to look back before she took off running , but to the side and into the trees.

Muffled voices and screams , of the woman apparently , reached her ears and she heard the sound of boots on the ground behind her. The dull clunking was not far behind , and Calandra shot through the foliage , taking care not to run into a tree or anything else that would serve as an embarressment later on.

"Whatever happenned..." she panted to herself , tripping slightly over a root as she heard the cop draw nearer. "To the beer bellied , doughnut cops they used to have?!"

Entering another path on the other side , Calandra stopped and turned , making a small button hole back into the trees where she stood. The cop came shooting through , and she felt a small pang of distress.

He was a very young man , probably just out of training , she reasoned , and on the other side he was very cute. She cursed another date gone by and stepped out of the trees silently.

"C'est dommage" Calandra whispered , and the cop , a bewildered expression on his face , turned and whipped out his gun.

But she had already began her leap , and as Calandra shot for him he pulled the trigger on his gun.

It just glanced off her shoulder , taking a piece if you will , yet she ignored the pain at first and the hand with her knive in it stabbed into the back of his neck.

Calandra immediatelyhad no fight now , as he was dead in the instant the blade struck his brain stem , and she wondered for a moment if the hook technique she had used was enough to puncture the cerebrum , if only momentarily...But then her attention was called to the throbbing of her shoulder.

"Oh , dammit..." she hissed , grabbing onto her arm with a tight grip.

Calandra briefly sunk towards the ground , but she stopped halfway and closed her eyes , collecting herself. She had never liked pain...no , no , no....Mother used to keep her in bed for paper cuts...So it was with a limp in her arm that Calandra rose once more.

"C'est dommage...C'est dommage...ill est...ah , C'est Dommage..." She muttered , half hissing , to herself. This was a very brief lapse in time , before Calandra heard the voices of many policemen and their scooters , and she jumped back to reality.

She reasoned on leaving the knife , and shot down the path once more , years of experience guiding her back towards the car park , where she could expect a good heap of body bags and their occupants...

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"Hello? May I please speak to Mrs. Knott? Oh! It's you! Can't be my DAUGHTER , Can it?! I haven't talked to her in so long! Couldn't be HER!"

The voice scolded her repeatedly from the other side of the line , and Calandra winced slightly. She knew she shouldn't of answered the phone...

"Hello , muh-ma..." Calandra replied pleasently , letting a smile creep into her voice. It was only the day after her escapades in central park , and now she stood in her basement "working". Dressed like any other woman you would see out and about today , on mother's day , she wore rubber gloves and held a knife in one hand , standing in front of a table where the body of a gang member lay.

"Oh , my little Calandra! How are you?!"

She smiled to herself , cradling the phone on her shoulder as she carefully cut aroundthe muscles of this man's eye , proud of the little blood shed.

"I'm fine , mother , did you get my package?"

"Oh , yes , yes...The table cloth is lovely! Did you make that yourself?"

"Yes , mother , but I owe my craftsman-ship to you. After all," Calandra praised her mother on the other line , not even acting the part of a loving daughter , even as she reached down with a needle to shift an eye muscle over. "You did teach me how to sew so well. I never would of been so...nimble with my hands had it not been for your lessons."

"Oh , Calandra , that's wonderful! I will see moreof your work later , yes?"

She stopped there , withdrawing the needle from the dead man's eye to , to brush some of her hand over and away from her ear with the blade of the knife ,feeling it scratch and leave blood on her skin as it went.

"Later , muh-ma?"

"Oh , yes , Calandra! Later! I'm in the car right now , making my way through the tunnel...you did remember that I'm coming over for dinner tonight , yes?"

She frowned , face etched in worry as she leaned down slightly on the stomach of this man.

"Oh...yes , I remember. I appoligize , muh-ma , I just am quite occupied at the moment. So...I was thinking we could go shopping today then? Eat out at Alighierti's?"Calandra tried to sway the conversation over , no success.

"Calandra , dear , your mother is getting old!" The voice reasoned , and in the background Calandra heard her mother pull the phone away from her ear to slam on the horn and shout out the window something about mother's day , something rude... "I am tired , honey , let's just stay home and have a nice meal , alright?"

She sighed deeply , gulping back a lump that had formed in her throat. Her next sentence was scratchy ,

"Alright , mother , i'll see you soon."

"Goodbye , honey! I love you!"

"Yes , love you too , muh-ma..."

Calandra pulled the phone from her ear , pressing "end" and she just stood there. Laying the knife over the man's stomach next to the telephone , Calandra looked over to the mirror across the basement with regret.

Blood streaked down the side of one temple , and a bandage visible on her shoulder under the strap of her tank top...This was bound to be a very interesting supper.

'Only if you let her live to supper , Calandra...' the back of her mind instructed.

She whispered to the stale basement air quietly. "Kill muh-ma? What about Hannibal...?"