LG narrates
April found solace in reading about the dark arts after her parents' death. She does not believe that will do after Mike's untimely death. Something more was needed.
April sits at her desk and begins to write something via Microsoft Words on her laptop while listening to Beethoven's number 8 symphony in F Major. She is whispering the words as she is writing them. April is composing a poem about Mike, about love, and about death on April first. When she is done typing, she keeps repeating the words to the poem as she is prepping a noose.
Now she is humming those very words as she places a chair under the noose. She is humming them louder. April steps onto the chair. She puts her neck inside of the loop of the noose, tightens it up and steps off the chair as she mutters, 'Mike'.
The clock in her room marks exactly the 11th hour of the night on April Fool's Day.
The Stevensvilles
At 10:00, after speaking with April, the Stevensvilles call the school to find out where Mike's body was transported to. The school administration was clueless. They called the house papa to help locate the body. After 10 excruciating minutes, they finally gave them the morgue's name. The New York City Hospital Morgue.
Upon arrival at the morgue, the Medical Examiner refused to allow them to see their son. Better yet, as stated, "they had encountered some issues with delivery". They claimed there was a mix-up with the ambulance. Dr. Sindhataa reassured the Stevensvilles that she would call them directly once she received more information and prepped the body for viewing. It was literally, the last thing Kelly Ann and John had in mind that day when they woke up on a beautiful April Fool's Day.
That morning, they couldn't help but be lazy birds as they took their sweet time to get out of bed. They had a long night last night. Well, it always took a toll on their older physiques when they had to dispose of a fresh kill. It was no easy task. Therefore, they had enlisted their son Mike to assist them with the swift disposal.
Mike was the obedient son no more than he was a serial killer by choice. He attempted to get out of it several times diplomatically. He confessed to them that he needed a break, one small break. He had some valid reasons after all. Always at their beck and call. This was his first year away in college and, to be completely truthful, he had no desires nor took any great pleasure in killing anyone in cold blood. Alas, he has been playing the loyal pupil role to a fault for the past 18 years of his life unwillingly. To his parents' great lack of giving a fuck for anyone else, it never crossed their minds nor did they care how Mike wholeheartedly felt about the murders over the years as part of their contributions to the cult.
In their own way, they must have loved Mike very much. Kelly Ann looked distraught and John was putting on an icy façade to keep his emotions in check.
If only they could see Mike. They just wanted to see for themselves. April told them on the phone that she had seen the EMTs roll him into the ambulance. The poor girl, they thought. How she must feel right now. This is her birthday after all.
"John, we can't stay in the car and twirl our thumbs." Kelly Ann was wiping down a loose tear. "Let's go see about April. She sounded a little off over the phone."
"Yes dear. Dr. Sindhataa will call us when they retrieve Mike." John sat behind the wheels of their 2006 Range Rover fully loaded, stoically. Too stoic.
"Even if she does not reach us in a desired timely manner, we will phone her within an hour or call the 24-hour line as she furnished us with all the necessary instructions including the case number," John continued.
"Did April say it was a silly prank gone wrong? They were playing Russian Roulettes? Mike was never that morbid. It makes absolutely no sense." John reasoned, as if he had a clear head on his broad shoulders.
"Well, honey, he is, was a boy, and boys will boys," Kelly Ann pointed out shakenly.
"Mike was more mature than that. He was selective, calculated, and more clever than any young adult in his age group."
"What are you implying, John?"
"Nothing. Yet. Just thinking out loud."
"John Stevensville, what is it, spill it?"
"Kelly honey bun, don't worry yourself. I am shell-shocked. I am in disbelief. I just don't understand any of this. I am trying to make sense of it all. I just cannot accept this yet."
"I forgot to tell him I loved him. I always tell him I love him. We end every conversation with" I love you". But last night, after our spat, he left upset with us, John."
"Kelly baby, it will be alright. I promise." John takes his wife into an embrace as he tries his best to console her."
"Oh, Johnny, what would I do without you?"
"Kelly Ann, you would probably be lost without me." He retorted with a sexy smirk to light up the mood of the conversation.
Her husband's charms looked as if they worked on Kelly Ann. She chuckled a little as she pushed down the anguish and reminded her husband to get to April as soon as possible. She felt queasy suddenly.
"John step on it."
He politely obliged as he burned red light after red light fearlessly. No police dared to stop them. They sported the right bumper stickers on their luxurious SUV.
As the Stevensvilles arrived in April's apartment, she looked already dead, dangling cold from her closet.
"April!" Kelly Ann lamented while fixated on April's blood-drained face. "What do we do John?"
They both instinctively run to the closet to check. To see if, by chance, she was still breathing.
The Stevensvilles looked at each other in shock, astonished even. Their lives will never be the same. They take her down from the noose carefully. It was 11:11 PM on the dot.