[ WP ] You meet a serial killer . His next target is you and the only way to dissuade him is to persuade him why he is the worst serial killer .

I never thought my death would happen with me tied up to a bed-post using my own sock as a chewing toy. 
 
 I guess I brought it upon myself. At least that's what the psychopathic son of a bitch with a hunting knife told me. Gabriel was his name. Stabbed me when I called him Gabe. As fun as it is lying in a shallow pool of my own blood, I think Gabriel is the name to use. 
 
 He entered the room again. The skinny man walked over to me and pulled out the sock, throwing it on the floor. How did I let this tiny guy overpower me? Maybe I deserve this... 
 
 `` Hey, Gabriel, I know serial killers target specific groups, but I think you took that part too seriously.'' I pretended to ignore his glare. `` I mean, you said you chose me because I... what was it again?'' 
 
 He never told me anything, but I figure a guy as fucked up as Gabriel would n't remember that. 
 
 `` You're *Evil*.'' He said it with a capital E. 
 
 `` Yeah, *I'm the evil one here*.'' I spoke while pointing my head at my tied arms and legs and the pool of blood beneath me. 
 
 `` *Evil*,'' Gabriel said, `` is relative to each person's upbringing. You probably think Hitler was Evil do n't you?'' His eyes widened as he swung the knife with his words. I tried not to flinch into the three inches of space behind me. 
 
 `` I'd say so, yeah.'' I figured I'd at least hear his reasons before I died. Maybe I could be convinced, who knew? 
 
 `` Hitler was n't evil because he lived by the moral code he thought was right. Morality is n't universal. Everyone is raised to believe in right and wrong and they learn which is which. Hitler killed the Jews because he thought it was right, not for power. He would n't trade a Jew's life for all the money in the world!'' 
 
 Great, I'm not dealing with a psychopath, I'm dealing with a *Nazi psychopath*. 
 
 `` You!'' Gabriel pointed his knife at me. `` You went against *your* beliefs. Betrayed the code of morality that *you* believed in. That's true Evil.'' 
 
 He had a bit of a point, but a very small bit. 
 
 `` So a cop breaking the law is more evil than a man starting a movement to kill millions?'' I asked him while looking into his eyes. He used to logic to justify his killings, flawed as it may be, not some system of belief. Maybe he could be reasoned with. 
 
 `` You arrested 18 men in your career on suspicion of solicitation, *officer*.'' He said the last word with respect in his voice. `` Then, you paid for the same thing yourself.'' He said this with disappointment. 
 
 Ah, Hell. Maybe I did deserve to die. 
 
 I was silent for a long while. I painfully nodded my head once. 
 
 `` Alright, Gabriel. End it than.'' 
 
 The man looked at me for a long moment. His eyes were unmoving. 
 
 `` You *want* to die?'' 
 
 `` You're right. I betrayed my oaths.'' I thought back to when I was a child. I used to say if I ever did n't act with honor, I was n't a man. Growing up took the honor right out of me. 
 
 Gabriel dropped his knife and walked out of the room. I gulped and stopped holding myself up against the ropes. Slowly, I felt myself passing out from the stab wound. 
 
 Working on the job as long as I have, I knew better than to believe in a God. The things I'd seen were proof enough that no one was looking out for humans. Still, I closed my eyes and apologized to whoever may be listening up there. 
 
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 Sorry, the prompt kind of got away from me there. I went into free write mode.
