A Different Kind of Killer

   A different kind of killer uses flattery, not a gun. He makes you want him then he strikes, leaving you fooled and feeling the part. A friend who hides a knife behind their ever fetching back, they pretend to be there for you then end up to be your demise.
   Where can you hide where you two -being the best friends you are- haven't had a party or picnic? How can you fight back something you swore you'd never hurt? There's nowhere to go that you haven't been together, you can't hide. There's nothing you can do to defend yourself without hurting your best friend. You can't run, you can't hide, and you can't win.
   In the end you have to realize, killing them will hurt you just as much as letting them kill you. There's no sense in trying because, dear friend, you've already lost.