A.N.- Hi guys! Okay , so if I you were wondering why I deleted the original chapter four...well , because It was bad , to put it simply , lol. I had typed it up very shortly , without a lot of thought , and then I was getting these rude reviews...lol , rude , yes. Too bad I wasn't hungry....So I said "Heck , I know it's a piece of crap...Let's re-do it." And here I am. So...read! And review , also! That's the important part ,lol!
"...And , that...GIRL , just snapped or something! She reached out and completely slashed at Anna , I don't know WHY..." Timothy Rombaldi rambled off to the police man behind the desk , looking down with his hands clasped together between his knees. He was hunched over , a very bad position for his back , by the way , in the cold metal chair , in a cold plastic room , facing the cold , steel gaze of the policeman across from him...
"When she attacked you , Mr. Rombaldi , what happenned? In detail?" The cop broke in , his wrinkled face bent like a picasso into frustration , curiosity , and anger all at once.
"Er...Well...I think I hit her back , or took her weapon , or something..."
"Or something , Mr. Rombaldi?" The cop leaned forward , the chair creeking under his immense weight slightly.
"No ,I'm sure of what happenned...I hit her back. Yes.And I grabbed Anna,she was bleeding pretty bad , and ran for the exit."
The cop nodded, leaning back with a sigh. The weathered face of Rombaldi looked up to him , bags forming under his eyes. The cop studied this for a moment before closing his eyes briefly.
"We have mapped out the crime , just so you know. The assailant had previously attacked nine others in the park , apparently harbouring them in her veichle immediately. We thing they must of used some type of special tool or chemical to keep their victims silent...Or else we would of discovered them much quicker. It is fortunate that you escaped , they could of taken many more down that night before being stopped by anything more than the daylight..."
He paused , discontinuing the subject matter.
"You will be glad to know , that Anna is listed in perfect condition , other than that little detail that she can no longer speak , of course..."
"Oh thank god!" Rombaldi exclaimed , earning a small glare from the cop.
"And we have DNA evidence on the killer. We have , in fact , identified who it is."
"Really? Excellent! Now who is it?!" Rombaldi leaned forward in his seat expectantly , and the cop gave him a small , tired smile.
"The Raven. The mass murderer. And we now know who the killer is , thanks to the cop who shot her...may his soul rest peace...er...pieces..."
Rombaldi frowned , and the cop stopped smiling.
"Sorry , sorry...anyway , We've identified the killer...And here you are." He mumbled , extracting a picture from inside his desk.
It was the smiling face of a young , college girl , she was leaning against a railing in front of some scenic attraction or another , and her arm wrapped around another woman , who looked almost exactly like her. Underneath were the words "Knott , Calandra"
******
Well , while we're on that subject matter of twisted irony , annoying fate , blah,blah,blah...It should be noted that Calandra Knott and Marie Knott , daughter and mother , look very much alike. In fact , although Miss Marie is already in her late fifties , and her daughter early twenties , their friends and family can still not logically tell the pair apart easily. Maybe the only physical difference in these women would be give or take a few wrinkles...and , of course , DNA. Fun , fun , fun.
So luck would have it , that when the police were roaring down the neighbourhood , Marie Knott was just emerging from her black sports car. Clad in a brown leather jacket , jeans , and a new handbag over her shoulder , she strutted up to the house confidently. True , she moved kind of slow...but she's an old lady , give the woman a break!
Sirens roared as the police spotted their "suspect" walking down the sidewalk , and they hit up the speed limit pretty bad , much to the amusement of a few children standing by. The cars flew into the driveway of Calandra's house , one of them narrowly missing the sports car , and like flies to meat the police swarmed out and were soon lining the cars.
"Miss Knott , drop the purse and put your hands in the air!"
Inside , currently dumping a can of cheap vegetable soup into a pot over the stove , Calandra Knott jumped and threw her hands into the air instinctively , swinging around. At the sight of noone , especially not a cop , she stood there and blinked for a moment.
"Am I finally loosing it..." she whispered to the thin air , but jumped another three metres into the air as she heard it again.
"Once again! Drop your weapon and put your hands in the air!"
Calandra dropped the wooden spoon to the floor with a clank and stared around her some more , finally catching the flash of red and blue outside of her lace curtains.
"What the bloody hell...?" she murmered ,stepping forward now to the window , lowering her arms. Calandra's eyes immediately jumped to the size of dinner plates...This was SO FREAKIN' HILARIOUS!
She smirked , a smile cracking her pale lips for that moment , and she watched as her mother cowered in terror , finally dropping her handbag to the ground and raising her arms into the air. Calandra watched a cop speak to the woman from his side of the ordeal , speaking in soft , gentle tones like one would to a disobedient kindergardener. She fought back giggles as her mother "flipped" the man "off"
"Yes...Oh , what an ingenious plan..." Calandra's smile grew wider as she dashed across the kitchen , shuffling in the drawers for a moment. Throwing a few pieces of random silverware and utensils to the floor , she finally produced a small hand gun from a drawer and quickly snapped it.
She loaded the gun swiftly with the ammunition laying carelessly in her drawer , and slammed the drawer shut once more , ducking down as she moved across the kitchen.
"And if only I can make it look real..." Calandra hissed to herself , crawling beneath her window , facing out to the cops. "Then I'll be out of here in no time , with one less mother to worry about , not to mention a few good laughs later on."
She peered over the pane slightly and leveled the gun point up with her mother's hand as she yelled back at the cops , a storm of obscenities flying from the old woman's mouth.
"Mama mia...It was fun. And helpful , I thank you."
Calandra pulled the trigger , and immediately ducked down , although she would of preffered to see the fun she had caused. The bang of her gun was the first , and as she hit the floor she could only imagine the look on her mother's face as the 20 or 30 others flew at her...
Just as her smile began to grow once more , the window over her head bursted with a rogue bullet and Calandra covered her head , pulling it between her knees. Sounds of the many guns flying off on auto filled her ears momentarily,
And then silence.She raised her head curiously and heard nothing but silence , as mentioned , before the clicking of police radios and the murmering from them floated through the window.
Sitting there , in a pile of broken glass and the few pieces of silverware from before , Calandra waited for her mother's obscene cries , for her to jump up and start pulling wrestling moves on them...but she heard nothing of the sort. She waited there for a moment , before turning her head and looking over the window carefully.
What she saw disturbed even the now hardened serial killer in her to a great extent. Her mother lie there on the sidewalk in a fresh pool of blood. Around her , the grass was dyed crimson , her face open and alert , looking as if the boogey man had just jumped out from under the bed at her. From her head , a bullet wound was clearly visible , gaping to Calandra...And her arms spread out around her like the angel she always had wanted to be...
Like the angel she WAS , in THIS moment , and this moment NOW.
A fresh tear stained Calandra's cheek as she watched the police begin to swarm about mother , and it remained.
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A.N.2- Okay , so it's a very short chapter. And it did end akwardly. And there wasn't a terrible bunch of plot...so what? I'm working on it...the next chapter completely runs with the plot , I just did not want to give you all 20 pages to read.
Ta,
Raven
"...And , that...GIRL , just snapped or something! She reached out and completely slashed at Anna , I don't know WHY..." Timothy Rombaldi rambled off to the police man behind the desk , looking down with his hands clasped together between his knees. He was hunched over , a very bad position for his back , by the way , in the cold metal chair , in a cold plastic room , facing the cold , steel gaze of the policeman across from him...
"When she attacked you , Mr. Rombaldi , what happenned? In detail?" The cop broke in , his wrinkled face bent like a picasso into frustration , curiosity , and anger all at once.
"Er...Well...I think I hit her back , or took her weapon , or something..."
"Or something , Mr. Rombaldi?" The cop leaned forward , the chair creeking under his immense weight slightly.
"No ,I'm sure of what happenned...I hit her back. Yes.And I grabbed Anna,she was bleeding pretty bad , and ran for the exit."
The cop nodded, leaning back with a sigh. The weathered face of Rombaldi looked up to him , bags forming under his eyes. The cop studied this for a moment before closing his eyes briefly.
"We have mapped out the crime , just so you know. The assailant had previously attacked nine others in the park , apparently harbouring them in her veichle immediately. We thing they must of used some type of special tool or chemical to keep their victims silent...Or else we would of discovered them much quicker. It is fortunate that you escaped , they could of taken many more down that night before being stopped by anything more than the daylight..."
He paused , discontinuing the subject matter.
"You will be glad to know , that Anna is listed in perfect condition , other than that little detail that she can no longer speak , of course..."
"Oh thank god!" Rombaldi exclaimed , earning a small glare from the cop.
"And we have DNA evidence on the killer. We have , in fact , identified who it is."
"Really? Excellent! Now who is it?!" Rombaldi leaned forward in his seat expectantly , and the cop gave him a small , tired smile.
"The Raven. The mass murderer. And we now know who the killer is , thanks to the cop who shot her...may his soul rest peace...er...pieces..."
Rombaldi frowned , and the cop stopped smiling.
"Sorry , sorry...anyway , We've identified the killer...And here you are." He mumbled , extracting a picture from inside his desk.
It was the smiling face of a young , college girl , she was leaning against a railing in front of some scenic attraction or another , and her arm wrapped around another woman , who looked almost exactly like her. Underneath were the words "Knott , Calandra"
******
Well , while we're on that subject matter of twisted irony , annoying fate , blah,blah,blah...It should be noted that Calandra Knott and Marie Knott , daughter and mother , look very much alike. In fact , although Miss Marie is already in her late fifties , and her daughter early twenties , their friends and family can still not logically tell the pair apart easily. Maybe the only physical difference in these women would be give or take a few wrinkles...and , of course , DNA. Fun , fun , fun.
So luck would have it , that when the police were roaring down the neighbourhood , Marie Knott was just emerging from her black sports car. Clad in a brown leather jacket , jeans , and a new handbag over her shoulder , she strutted up to the house confidently. True , she moved kind of slow...but she's an old lady , give the woman a break!
Sirens roared as the police spotted their "suspect" walking down the sidewalk , and they hit up the speed limit pretty bad , much to the amusement of a few children standing by. The cars flew into the driveway of Calandra's house , one of them narrowly missing the sports car , and like flies to meat the police swarmed out and were soon lining the cars.
"Miss Knott , drop the purse and put your hands in the air!"
Inside , currently dumping a can of cheap vegetable soup into a pot over the stove , Calandra Knott jumped and threw her hands into the air instinctively , swinging around. At the sight of noone , especially not a cop , she stood there and blinked for a moment.
"Am I finally loosing it..." she whispered to the thin air , but jumped another three metres into the air as she heard it again.
"Once again! Drop your weapon and put your hands in the air!"
Calandra dropped the wooden spoon to the floor with a clank and stared around her some more , finally catching the flash of red and blue outside of her lace curtains.
"What the bloody hell...?" she murmered ,stepping forward now to the window , lowering her arms. Calandra's eyes immediately jumped to the size of dinner plates...This was SO FREAKIN' HILARIOUS!
She smirked , a smile cracking her pale lips for that moment , and she watched as her mother cowered in terror , finally dropping her handbag to the ground and raising her arms into the air. Calandra watched a cop speak to the woman from his side of the ordeal , speaking in soft , gentle tones like one would to a disobedient kindergardener. She fought back giggles as her mother "flipped" the man "off"
"Yes...Oh , what an ingenious plan..." Calandra's smile grew wider as she dashed across the kitchen , shuffling in the drawers for a moment. Throwing a few pieces of random silverware and utensils to the floor , she finally produced a small hand gun from a drawer and quickly snapped it.
She loaded the gun swiftly with the ammunition laying carelessly in her drawer , and slammed the drawer shut once more , ducking down as she moved across the kitchen.
"And if only I can make it look real..." Calandra hissed to herself , crawling beneath her window , facing out to the cops. "Then I'll be out of here in no time , with one less mother to worry about , not to mention a few good laughs later on."
She peered over the pane slightly and leveled the gun point up with her mother's hand as she yelled back at the cops , a storm of obscenities flying from the old woman's mouth.
"Mama mia...It was fun. And helpful , I thank you."
Calandra pulled the trigger , and immediately ducked down , although she would of preffered to see the fun she had caused. The bang of her gun was the first , and as she hit the floor she could only imagine the look on her mother's face as the 20 or 30 others flew at her...
Just as her smile began to grow once more , the window over her head bursted with a rogue bullet and Calandra covered her head , pulling it between her knees. Sounds of the many guns flying off on auto filled her ears momentarily,
And then silence.She raised her head curiously and heard nothing but silence , as mentioned , before the clicking of police radios and the murmering from them floated through the window.
Sitting there , in a pile of broken glass and the few pieces of silverware from before , Calandra waited for her mother's obscene cries , for her to jump up and start pulling wrestling moves on them...but she heard nothing of the sort. She waited there for a moment , before turning her head and looking over the window carefully.
What she saw disturbed even the now hardened serial killer in her to a great extent. Her mother lie there on the sidewalk in a fresh pool of blood. Around her , the grass was dyed crimson , her face open and alert , looking as if the boogey man had just jumped out from under the bed at her. From her head , a bullet wound was clearly visible , gaping to Calandra...And her arms spread out around her like the angel she always had wanted to be...
Like the angel she WAS , in THIS moment , and this moment NOW.
A fresh tear stained Calandra's cheek as she watched the police begin to swarm about mother , and it remained.
**********
A.N.2- Okay , so it's a very short chapter. And it did end akwardly. And there wasn't a terrible bunch of plot...so what? I'm working on it...the next chapter completely runs with the plot , I just did not want to give you all 20 pages to read.
Ta,
Raven
