[ WP ] You are legally allowed to commit murder once , but you must fill out the proper paperwork and your proposed victim will be notified of your intentions

`` He's going to do what?'' I asked again, staring confusedly at the official before me. `` He is going to attempt to murder you.'' She replied bluntly. 
 I was sitting in a small, windowless room furnished with only a table and two chairs. She spoke again; `` This is, of course, his legal right. It is simply my duty to notify the potential victim.'' I sat there for a moment pondering. Of course I had heard about this recent piece of legislature, who had n't? It's been all over the news. Each U.S citizen of age is allowed to murder one other person of their choosing, provided that they meet certain requirements. First, both parties were required to be at least eighteen. Second, the offending party must fill out the required paperwork with the newly established Department of Organized Homicide, after which they had one week to carry out the act legally. I had most certainly known about the law, I just never thought it would apply to me. `` Well, who has it out for me?'' I inquired. `` To protect the offending party's privacy, we can not disclose their identity.'' She said. `` All I can tell you is that someone has requested the right to end your life, and that it has been granted. You do, however, have the right to defend yourself.'' I was dumbfounded. Unable to speak. I could barely stand when the door opened and the official yelled `` Next!'' I made my way down the narrow hallways of city hall, out the door and sat down on the nearest bench. It was about 7:00 p.m and getting dark. I sat for an eternity, my mind racing. Who have a I crossed so badly that they would seek to kill me? I looked down at the form I had been given. 
 
 Date requested: Monday March 10, 2014. 
 Victim name: Alex Parker 
 Offender name: [ WITH-HELD ] 
 Date notified: Monday March 17, 2014. 
 
 I began to panic as it dawned on me that they had somehow delayed my notification to the last day. If my murderer was going to strike, it would have to be tonight. My mind was going one thousand miles an hour. Do I hide? Do I try and prepare? My heart was beating out of control. Suddenly I heard a click and felt a cold metal barrel being placed against my head. Then it all went dark.
