[ WP ] You are the hostage of a famous serial killer . The serial killer announces if you tell them a secret about yourself that is shocking enough , they 'll let you live . To date , they have only freed one other person .

`` Tell me a secret, and I'll let you go.'' 
 
 That's what he told me, that's what he told so many others. I could barely make out the words through the drugs he used to knock me out. I was still regaining consciousness... I needed to bide my time. look for a way out. 
 
 `` Yeah, okay, a secret. sure. Sit down. I need a minute.'' I knew it was n't going to buy me much time. but my mind was still reeling, and I had to take stock of my surroundings. a dingy old basement, an old boiler pipe sticking out of the wall, looks rusted. might be able to kick it loose? Oh, sees my hands are taped together. `` you have n't got long kid.'' he tells me. `` Or do you wan na join the others?'' 
 
 I just smile and say `` What would be the fun in that? you would n't get to hear my secret. and mines the greatest secret there is. Better than even yours.'' He gives a short loud laugh, loud enough to tell me I ca n't yell for help. I'm on my own. My phone wo n't get reception down here... `` You think you know anything about me kid?'' 
 
 `` You're a serial killer, one of the most vicious in years. I've watched the news. I've heard about what you did. You're messed up. You killed alot of innocent people.'' He stands up and brandishes his knife large and sharp. `` well they would n't share, so I had to take something from them. Looks like you're going to do the same thing.'' 
 
 He begins to approach and I say. `` Oh I'll share... When you sit.'' He stops. `` Once you sit down, I promise greatest secret yet. If not, kill me. I wo n't even fight back.'' he sneers at me and says. `` I like it when they fight.'' 
 
 `` then You'll love me. Sit.'' He grabs an old metal chair from the corner and sits down. He's a large guy, but despite it's shambled state and his size It holds. Excellent. now one final thing. I need a weakness... 
 
 `` You're s serial killer...'' I say starting off. and he gets frustrated, getting up. ``... and so am I.'' this stops him cold in his track. unsure of what he heard. `` come again?'' 
 
 `` I'm a serial killer.'' 
 
 The words hang in the air like I had said'I'm from pluto.' `` Bullshit.'' he finally says after a moment. 
 
 `` I... Am... A... serial... Killer...'' 
 
 It's true, sort of... `` Then how come I have n't heard of you? Only bodies popping up in the media are mine.'' He says, with a confused inquiring tone of voice. I definitely have his interest. `` I could lie.'' I start explaining. `` and say that I hide my activities well, making my victims look like accidents. or do all my killing overseas on vacation. but the truth is, I have n't killed anyone. but the urge? the compulsion? It's there. that little voice at the back of our minds, That Demon screaming at us To kill. to see the blood of others running over our hands. to see the light go out in their eyes.'' 
 
 My words have an effect on him. and frankly, on me too. I've always done well to fight that urge. For all I know I could be the one person strong enough to fight it. But then, he starts to pace. 
 
 He considers what I'm saying. and scratches his face. and I watch as he walks. Preferring to stay on his right foot. as his left comes down his left knee seems to give way, just for an instant... YES! A weakness! 
 
 `` alright, lets say I believe you, which I do n't. why have n't you killed anybody. you say you have that need... you some kind of pussy?'' 
 
 I simply smile and say. `` ah, but that's my secret, I'm stronger than you. I'm strong enough to resist the urge to kill. every day my demon tells me'kill them, kill them all.' and I say No.'' He shakes his head and says `` Nope, not buying it kid. sorry, but times up.'' he raises His knife and I strike. 
 
 he's given me to long, my head is clear. I charge suddenly. getting up from the floor and pouncing, tacking him and striking his left knee all at once. He falls to the floor in a heap and I go for the rusty pipe. His knife fly's across the basebent floor and He chases after it. 
 
 I manage to get the pipe between the opening in the duct tapped hands. The tape which had been restraining me, now only helps me hold my make shift weapon. 
 
 He turns to me just in time to see the pipe strike his face. I see some blood, and I do n't know if I've killed him, or Just knocked him unconscious. No time to worry about that, he's not moving. 
 
 After a good ten minutes, I manage to get the tape off my hands. then I look at my would be killer. I notice his chest, still moving. He's alive? and helpless... 
 
 No one would miss him, and he would n't get to hurt anyone else... oh to finally feed that monster in my soul. I was n't lying about that by the way.I roll him over and tape his hands behind his back. Then I spot a rope he hand in the corner near where I woke up. thank god I woke up before He could restrain me better. 
 
 Once I'm sure he's not getting out I head upstairs and pull my cellphone out of my pocket. I dial 911 and let them know what happened. minus confessing about my urges of course. 
 
 He's pulled out the basement, of course by now he's conscious again. He looks at me as they are hauling him away and he says `` I know you're secret! I know your secret!'' I'll never forget the look he gave me with those mad eyes. I imagine it was the same look he had on his face when they gave him the lethal injection. I was there for that. 
 
 The police question me about my encounter with the serial killer, ask me how I escape They give me a funny look and say `` You have a knack for getting yourself in trouble do n't you?'' 
 
 I feign innocence. `` what do you mean officer?'' he opens up my file and says to me. `` says here, you were involved in a gang shootout two years ago...'' Involved? I non-violently subdued two wanted fugitives single-evenhandedly. `` then you prevented a domestic disturbance.'' Of a man who had been involved in organized crime. had to skip town after that. `` Now you managed to find one of this cities worst serial killers. Seems like luck just is n't on your side.'' 
 
 I just shrug. happy than my fourth'victim' will likely get the death sentence. Do n't you love states with the death penalty? why do serial killers even bother to do it themselves these days?
