[ WP ] The story of the man who reversed the usual order and committed a suicide-murder , taking first his own life , and then the life of his victim ( s )

`` I'm so sick of this place!'' He slammed his closed fist into a nearby wall. The sound of cracking plastic resounding. He pulled back his closed fist. `` Stupid boss and his snooty suck-ups. I gave up most of my life for this company only to be fired. Tch, I'll show them!'' He yelled out I'm the basement parking lot. Slowly, he made his way to the elevator. 
 
 
 He glanced around and saw nothing. Satisfied, he entered the elevator and went to the middle floor. Today is the day he was suppost clear out his office space. If that was n't enough to boil his blood, he was suppost to teach the newbie the ropes before he left. `` Like I want to be around some kid who is still wet behind the ears.'' He had a habit of muttering to himself, blaming his age for that. Some younger person is taking his position, fresh out of college. This piece of information shot his anger up, due to the fact it took him years to even get his job. 
 
 As the elevator came closer to his stop, he sucked in his breath. The nerves started to jump up in him, though he quieted it with his anger. He was sure that people could see the loathing in his face, but he bit his tongue and kept walking to his office. He tasted the metallic tang of blood. Nobody noticed or even looked at him, this fueled his anger even more. 
 
 He found himself in his office shortly. He found his chair, and sat down, eager to ease the burden he carried.'It'll all be worth it.' He silently cooed to himself. His tired and worn face looked towards the corner of his office. The corner of the entire building was caught in his gaze. He ran a wrinkled hand through his white hair. Not knowing if he's ready yet, he gets some water, savoring the coldness of it. Feeling more calm, he got up. 
 
 He made his way toward a window, looking down, he could see busy streets. From the tenth floor of a twenty story building, everything looked small. He sighed, thinking of those innocent people that'll be caught in the crossfire. His gaze lingers on the outside for a few seconds. Serenity and peace filling his entitety. He walks over to the corner, taking off his jacket. He then proceeds to tear off the extra shirts he had on with his free hand. He stops at the vest and hesitates. He looks at his clenched fist. The thumb on a dead man's switch. It was a precaution for if anyone tried to stop him if they noticed. Hesitantly he looked at it, his nerves being stored up again. 
 
 He hears a sharp rap at the door. His replacement. His hatred once again ignited, he lets go of the switch. The room is filled with a bright light, followed by a deafening bang. He was killed instantly, followed by many other victims. The support of the pillar broken, the top floors now spilling over the side. People on the streets shrieking as the building toppled over onto them. Killing most, and scarring other's physically and mentally.
