[ WP ] You decide to become a serial killer . However , you turn out to be the worst serial killer in existence . Every time you try to kill someone , you improve their life .

“ Revisiting the scene of the crime, eh, buddy? ” 
 
 The police officer laughed. 
 
 “ Yeah... Something like that. Sir. ” 
 
 I answered. 
 
 “ Nah, son, you call me Jim, okay? ” 
 
 He pulled a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered me one. 
 
 “ Thanks, Jim. ” 
 
 “ That was a great thing you did today, bud. ” 
 
 “ I suppose. ” 
 
 “ How many of them is it you've saved now? ” 
 
 “ I dunno. Five or six, maybe. Kinda lost count. ” 
 
 We stood in silence for a moment, smoking our cigarettes. 
 
 “ That there where she landed? ” 
 
 He asked, and pointed toward a container full of trash. 
 
 “ Yup. ” 
 
 “ Not a scratch on her, was there? ” 
 
 “ Nope. ” 
 
 “ You know, it's funny... ” 
 
 He paused. 
 
 “ What's funny? ” 
 
 “ The boys down at the station. They talk like you've got a sixth sense, or something. Like you're some kind of super hero. ” 
 
 “ Why's that? ” 
 
 “ Because you keep on preventing accidents before they happen. The witnesses swear there was no way in hell you saw that truck coming before you threw her off of that bridge, there. ” 
 
 “ Ca n't always trust onlookers, Jim. ” 
 
 “ Oh, I learned that the hard way, bud. ” 
 
 “ Guess I've got a quick eye, is all. ” 
 
 “ And we're all real happy about that.'' 
 
 Jim sighed. 
 
 “ But you ca n't blame a man for thinking... ” 
 
 “ Can I have another one of those smokes? ” 
 
 “ Sure. You ca n't blame a man for thinking that maybe, just maybe, you did n't see that truck coming. ” 
 
 I lit the cigarette. 
 
 “ Are you saying that I wanted to kill her?'' 
 
 He did n't answer. 
 
 `` What about the other ones? I've tried to kill, what, five or six women, and each time ended up accidentally saving their lives instead? That would make me a pretty shitty killer, Jim. ” 
 
 “ Or a lucky one. Depending on how you look at it. ” 
 
 I sighed. 
 
 “ I've got quick eyes, Jim. ” 
 
 “ I suppose you do, bud. ” 
 
 The officer looked at his watch. 
 
 “ Anyway. I've got ta go. ” 
 
 “ Have a good one, Jim. Thanks for the smokes. ” 
 
 “ You too, bud. ” 
 
 As he was approaching his car he stopped and turned to look at me. 
 
 “ The girls, they were all pretty similar, huh? ” 
 
 “ What are you talking about? ” 
 
 “ Well, they were all blonde, for starters. ” 
 
 “ Lotsa blonde girls in this town. ” 
 
 “ About the same height, too. And the same age. ” 
 
 “ Well, I did n't notice. ” 
 
 “ Mighty strange coincidence, bud. All those girls looking the same. ” 
 
 “ Life's funny that way, Jim. ” 
 
 “ I suppose it is. ” 
 
 “ See you Jim. ” 
 
 “ Bye, bud. ”
