[ WP ] In the future you can apply to the government for a killing permit . What it is is a piece of paper that exempts you from any legal action for the murder of one person of your choice . Describe one man 's experience with this permit .

I stood there just looking at the card in my hands. Mark Jensen. Citizen. Born on 12/3/1997. I was smiling in the picture. My hair was neatly slicked back. I looked like a typical member of the upper echelons in society. Not a killer. I finally gave into the urges after they had been toying with me for months. If I wanted to do this, I might as well do it legally. I slid the permit into my left pocket, along side my shiny.38 revolver. I had been carrying it for about 5 years or so, but I've never had to actually use it. 
 
 A few hours later I was back at my apartment. I lived towards the top floor of a building overlooking Wall street and lower Manhattan. It was a cool summer day out, so I kept the windows open. I was n't even sure why I wanted to do this. Looking back, the urges were with me for much longer than I thought. Passing thoughts about what would happen if I smashed the person next to me's head in were common since my childhood. Still, I was n't sure how to feel now that I had the permit. I sat back on my couch, with everything I've ever wanted around me. There was no reason that I should be feeling this way. 
 
 Eventually, I decided to drink away the urges. I sat on my leather sofa, with the only light in the room illuminating from a lightbulb that desperately needed replacing in the kitchen. I passed out and woke up about two hours later, the tequila bottle still lying on my chest, nearly empty. I rose and put my coat back on. 
 
 I found myself in the elevator of my building, clutching the revolver in my pocket. Ding. 13Th floor. Ding. 12Th floor. I looked at my reflection in the metal of the elevator and held eye contact with myself, intensely. The doors opening pulled me out of my trance. I stumbled out, onto the marble floor. The bell man was gone by now and I was the only occupant of the lobby. Outside. Cars were still speeding through the streets, but at much less intensity compared to during the day. Taxis honked faintly in the distance. I was n't exactly sure of where I was going, but I was going. Government cameras on street poles tracked my movement as I walked. Eventually, I reached a dark alley. 
 
 “ Hello? ” I called out. 
 
 Nothing answered. I walked my way down, slowly. It turned out that I was n't the only person there. An older man, in his forties or so was asleep. I drew the revolver from my coat pocket, and pulled the hammer back. I pulled my leg back, and smashed my leather shoe into his ribs. He coughed violently and turned at me in horror. He knew what was next. I pointed the revolver down at his face. He was still in shock, frozen. The pistol exploded in my hands as a bullet span its away out of the barrel, and plunged itself into his forehead. Blood spat out from the wound onto my pants and shoes. His head snapped backwards, with an audible crack. It slammed against the ground, and his mouth was still open, frozen in terror. His eyes rolled back in his head and his skin turned white. I was overcome with a sense of ecstasy, but yet I wanted to vomit at the same time. I sunk down against the wall next to him, and tucked my head between my knees. I sat there for a few minutes, my stomach still threatening to jump out of me. 
 
 “ Hello? Is everything ok there? ” A concerned, female voice said into the alley. 
 
 I froze. My hand reached for my revolver and again, pulled the hammer back. I could n't let anyone see me like this. Her footsteps signaled to me that she was making her way down the alley. Please turn around, I thought to myself. The footsteps grew louder, and slower. I raised the revolver, again. It felt heavy in my hands. A skinny, young woman peeked forward. Boom. It exploded again, but she was n't as lucky as the homeless man. She caught the bullet in her stomach and collapsed to the ground, screaming out in pain. I did n't know what to do. I could n't just leave her there, yelling like that. Especially after she already saw my face. I fired, again into her forehead. I did n't look down at her corpse, and quickly shuffled my way out of the alley. 
 
 As I passed the security camera in front of my building, I held my Killing Permit up to it. I returned to my apartment, and collapsed on the sofa.
