Who is the luckiest person on Earth?

If you were to ask this question to the 77-year-old Danny, he would tell you, without a second thought, that it was him. Danny was born into the worst of it all, yet he somehow always managed to get by. He never knew his mother. All he could remember about his father was the repulsive smell of alcohol and vomit. Father used to beat him every night, but he never felt the pain. Little Danny never understood what his father was trying to do when he stripped him naked and forced himself onto him. But eventually, he learned that if he stood still and let his father do whatever he was doing, his father would pass out, exhausted.

Danny was 7-years-old when he made his first kill. It was his father. He had passed out on the kitchen floor that night. Danny pushed the kitchen cabinet and it came down smashing, right on his father's head. The police concluded it as an accident and little Danny was sent to a Children's Home.

By the time he was fifteen, Danny had 4 more kills. He found a sense of euphoria every single time, a sense of satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. Nobody ever had any doubts on him. All the deaths were officially an unfortunate accident. He was always lucky.

It was in his early 20's that Danny Williams began thinking seriously about the future. He knew that It was downright stupid to completely place his fate on luck. He had to make his own luck. That's when he decided to join the Police.

Of all the accidents that he was responsible for, none of them had any personal motive. Neither grudge nor revenge had anything to do with any of his kills, even when it was his father, it wasn't a revenge that he had plotted. He did whatever he did, on an impulse, as and when he felt like.

But for that little kid, Danny made an exception.

He was Captain Danniel Williams then, with 39 'unfortunate accidents' under his name. Gerald James was an officer in his precinct. The officer had an alleged history of domestic violence and sexual abuse, but nothing was ever pinned on him legally because of his profession. Everyone knew what had happened to his wife, but he was clever enough to make sure that the truth never surfaced. He had a 5-year-old kid, who was his responsibility after the 'unexpected death' of his wife. The plight of that kid instantly brought back some childhood memories for Danniel. Everything about Gerald James reminded him of his own father and he knew he had to do something about it. Danny didn't want him to just die, he wanted him to suffer. For someone who was always lucky in making it look like an accident, framing for a murder was a piece of cake.

Danny was careful that the little Jake didn't witness anything that he was about to do, or at least that's what he thought. A quarter of a sleeping pill in his food did the trick. It seemed that Jake had fell asleep on the couch. Danny carried him to the closet.

Gerald was in the living room, and he was having a good time with his girlfriend. Danny knew exactly what was going to happen and he was waiting.

The girl had died just after the third stab, but Danniel made sure that it looked like an impulsive overkill. He pierced a few more times to finish his wok. The weapon was carefully planted in the hands of Gerald then.

His plan worked flawlessly.

Danny is 77 now, and his score was 99. He had no friends or family; he didn't need one. He had saved enough money from his younger days for all his needs. He was alone and he was happy. He was walking that morning to the grocery store. The road was quite busy. Danny was startled as a young man dashed past him on the footpath, almost knocking him down. He shouted at the top of his voice.

The young man looked back at him, just for a moment, and raised his hands as a gesture for sorry. A telephone cable was hanging low, the young man lost his balance and his bike crashed.

"I hope that's my 100th", thought Danny.