[ WP ] The power of suggestion is deadly . You are a killer who uses psychology to kill your victims . The police are hunting you down .

`` You know who I am'' 
 
 His lips quivered as he held on to the rail. A mere 4 inches of steel that was holding his fate between this world and the next. 
 
 `` Yes, my Lord'' he replied. His stern face staring out off of the balcony was slowly becoming an empty gaze. 
 
 `` You have been waiting for this moment, I have prepared you well.'' I leaned close to him, I could hear his breath increasing in sound and the pulse in his breast becoming quicker. 
 
 I kindly asked him if he would take the book to recite his final vows. His cold stare broke as he looked back over at me. 
 
 `` Yes, my Lord'' he eagerly said. 
 
 I handed him his bible, the one he had always carried with him, the one his grandmother had passed on to him, that she had carried with her on her trip crossing Ellis Island many years ago. 
 
 He opened his bible to John 3:16 without hesitation, as he had done many times before. He read the passage silently and closed his eyes. 
 
 I grabbed both of his hands in mine. 
 
 `` Let us pray'' I calmly whispered to him. `` Just like we practiced'' 
 
 `` I am a sacrifice to the one true God, Jesus Christ. Through him I give my own flesh, and with His strength I will meet Him in His own flesh soon'' 
 
 His hands were ice cold. His once rapid breaths have slowed. A wave of peace washed over him as he slowly began to accept what was soon to come. He would say no more words, it was thoroughly practiced between us that the last prayer would be the last words his mouth would utter. 
 
 He calmly walked towards the edge of the balcony. 
 
 `` Let go!'' My voice began to tremble with the blend of excitement and anxiety. `` Let yourself be one with the Lord again!'' 
 
 He leaned over and closed his eyes once more. He drew a long, deep, breath. His mind clearly in prayer. 
 
 As he began to slip his hands off the ledge, the door across the room of our sky rise apartment blasted open. 10 police officers stormed in. 
 
 `` You're under arrest! You're a fraud! Come with us!'' 
 
 I knew it was over. I was caught. But i could n't help but stare over at the man that had followed in my footsteps for so long. 
 
 He was no longer there. 
 
 I looked over the ledge and his cold, lifeless body laid down below me. 
 
 The plan had succeeded. They could take me now.
