The Grad Night Party Killer

Devil's Deal

My eyes jolt open and sweat pours down from my hair. The killer is no longer in front of me. I'm not even in the tunnels. I am strapped to a chair I'm the middle of a well lit stage. It's probably the stage in the theater. There are lights shining in my eyes so I can't tell if there is anyone in the audience.

Footsteps begin to approach. I look to my left and see the killer is headed right toward me. I pull at my wrist to set them free from being tied on the armrest. I hoping that I will suddenly be granted super strength to break free of the thick rope, but it doesn't happen.

"Calm down," the killer demands. "There's no way you're getting free from that. And besides, I'm not going to kill you... yet.

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to make a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"Well since you couldn't help them..." The killer says as he presses a button on a small device. The lights in my face go out and the lights on the left side of the audience turn on to reveal lifeless people sitting in the audience. Garret, Trevor, Liam, Kate, Caitlin, Frank, Chris, Rachael, Manny, Carry, Jennifer, and Meredith are all dead. "I'm going to give you a chance to save them..." He presses another button and lights on the right side turn on. Michael, Marcus, Amelia, Caleb, Kasey, Derek, Bryan, Bridget, Courtney, and Bianca are all tied up and gagged. Some of them are unconscious. I look at Derek. He has a stab wound in his upper right torso. It doesn't look critical because the blood surrounding the wound is dark red and he is still breathing.

"What kind of a deal were you thinking?"

"Have you ever watched "Who Wants To be a Millionaire"?" I nod. "Do you know that of you answer a question wrong, and you lose the game, but you don't go empty handed?" I nod again. "It's like that, but if you answer the question wrong, you don't get anything. The hostages won't be set free, instead they die. And you die too. So what do you say?"

I look out into the audience and look at my friends. They're probably thinking: Do it Harvey. Take the deal. If I don't take the deal, they will die and so will I. If I do take the deal and answer the question wrong, my friends will die and so will I. So the most I can do now is try.

"I'll do it." The killer approaches me and cuts the rope from my wrists and ankles. Although I was freed from the snare, it felt like I was still trapped because the killer aimed the knife at me still.

"You ready," he asks.

"Yes. What's your question?"

"Who am I?"