Interlude

April Chase was always a smart girl. A very smart girl.


She was a cheerleader in high school, did you know that? They were the Wildcats and she helped cheer them on. And the rest of the cheerleaders were her friends. They weren't stuck up. They were nice.


One of them was dating the quarterback, of course. They had been dating for a while, though everyone knew the QB slept around. That was the way of things. Until, of course, she tried to break it off and he refused. April heard the whole thing, smart girl that she was, hiding near the lockers: "I tell everyone you're a slut. Your life will be over. Don't even think about it."


April, smart girl that she was, did what anyone else would do: she told the principal. He laughed at her. Told her there was nothing to do - not to a quarterback during a winning season.


So April, being as smart as she was, did the next best thing: she put sleeping pills in the quarterback's drink one day and watched as he fell asleep, then she dragged him behind the mechanical bleachers. One click of a button and the bleachers began to contract, leaving a very mangled, very dead quarterback.


I did say she was a very smart girl, didn't I?