Child Killer

(This is a fictional poem) My friend just confessed a crime to me. It's untelling what else he'll do if he goes free. What he did was evil and vile. He said that he killed a six year old child. He thinks I'll keep it to myself but I'm going to turn him in. I have to stop him before he kills again. I just told him that I'm going to call the police but he's doing something that I didn't figure. He's pointing a gun at me and he's about to pull the trigger. I just knocked him out with three karate chops. I got his gun and now I'm going to call the cops. He had me fooled, I didn't know that I had a killer for a friend. His days of killing are at an end.