[ 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 .

`` Hey boss, what's the mission looking like tonight?'' 
 
 `` Mission? Are you fucking kidding me? Do n't you remember the conversation we had last week? Not to mention it's called a'hit', Jordy, not a mission. We're not playing Call of Duty out here, dumb ass.'' 
 
 `` I promise I'll get it right this time, though! I'm ready. I've been racking my brain at home lately. You know, reflecting on my mistakes and stuff.'' 
 
 `` Get the fuck out of my office, Jordy. Last time I sent you on a hit, you literally put the risen in the guys bosses coffee. Guess what? He was promoted to CEO last week. How can you possibly be any worse of a hit man?'' 
 
 `` How was I supposed to know that the'I'm the fucking boss' coffee cup was the ACTUAL bosses cup. I did n't know people were that conceited boss! Honest.'' 
 
 `` You know what? I've got a guy wanting to kill this little boy at his kids school because he's been getting bullied or some shit. I personally think it's a bit extreme. I told the guy I'm not gon na kill a 13 year old kid because his son is a pussy. If you want to take the mission and full responsibilty from the law, though, I'll let you take it on. You go through with this and get away free as a bird and I might consider letting you do some real shit again soon.'' 
 
 `` Yea sure, boss. I'll take anything. How hard can be to take out a teenager anyway?'' 
 
 The boss shakes his head. `` Whatever, Jordy. You sick bastard. The hit is going down Thursday morning at 6:30 at the bus stop.'' 
 
 That night Jordy went home to his wife and three children. He was nervous. He knew he was on thin ice with boss and if he somehow botched this hit, his crime career was over. He loved killing people. Sometimes he just killed the wrong people. He felt it was n't his fault. He knew he could do better, he just did n't know how. 
 
 The hit was coming in just two days. Jordy did his research on his time off of his day job. He did n't spend much time with his family, but he rarely did. He had a work shop in the garage that he treated as a man cave. His family thought he went out there to drink beer and watch sports. They were clueless to his files and files of information on his targets. 
 
 Thursday morning came and Jordy was ready. He was n't going to mess this one up. It was a simple hit. He had a rifle, and all he had to do was take out one kid. The bus stop was at the bottom of hill on a secluded street. Jordy set up his rifle at the top of the hill, set his scope, and began to watch. He had about 15 minutes until it was trigger pulling time. 
 
 The kids walked down to the bus stop at about 6:28 AM. He had a two minute window where he could take out the young boy. He set his sights and aimed right at the kid's head. He was calm and collected. He knew this was his way back towards the top of the company he worked for. As he slowly pulled the trigger, a car passed through his sites. It was too late. He hit the driver of the car. As he hit the car, it slid out of control nailing the bus that coming to pick the group of students up. 
 
 The Driver of the car was the bullies dad. He was killed instantly. The boys missed school for the next week because of the traumatic event. All of the boys except for the bully loved the free vacation. The bully moved away to Florida with his mother after she took out his life insurance. The bully problem was solved, but Jordy's was not. 
 
 His killing days were over. Back to the office went Jordy.
