[ WP ] '' Death extends his hand , smiling , “ Deal ? ” ''

Someone came up with something similar already, but it's a slightly different spin. 
 
 Death extended his hand, smiling. `` Deal?'' 
 
 The word hung between them. The only sound in the world, the downpour of rain around them and the distant approach of sirens. 
 
 Isaac did n't bother asking what the catch was. He knew there was n't one. The deal, terrifyingly, was far too straight forward for something as mundane as a catch. 
 
 All he had to do was grip the hand and shake it. Such a simple act to condemn himself for eternity. 
 
 The Sirens grew louder as the seconds ticked past. 
 
 `` Best hurry boy, the deal lasts until they get here.'' 
 
 `` Of course then. Deal.'' 
 
 Isaac reached out and, hesitating only slightly, grasped the offered hand. They did n't shake, just gripped one another for a few long moments. 
 
 With a contented sigh, Death let its head fall back, hood falling away to reveal the features. Instead of the skull that Isaac had expected, a young man stared at the sky, his dark skin ignoring the constant rain that he lifted his face towards. 
 
 `` It has been... some time, since someone accepted.'' 
 
 Isaac had to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, holding Death's hand, with the being more or less confiding in him. 
 
 `` I had my reasons for accepting. Everyone does. But there were times when I regretted it. As you will.'' Death lowered his gaze back towards Isaac, drilling him with eyes as blank as the void of space. `` But the deal is made.'' With that, Death shook their still clasped hands, once. `` And I wo n't detain you any longer. Do what you need to, Reaper.'' Death released his grip and stepped back. Within seconds, he detiorated before Isaac's eyes, his skin peeling away, revealing the pale white bone beneath. Shortly, that too was caught in the wind that Isaac could not feel, and carried away into the distance. All that remained was the scythe and the robes, puddled and empty on the pavement. 
 
 The sirens were closer, their shrill whine cutting through the rain and prompting Isaac to move. Gingerly, he stepped forwards and reached out, his fingers brushing the robes. 
 
 It leapt at him, encircling his wrist and slithering across his arm like a liquid snake, binding itself around his body and molding to fit him. He cried out, though the process did not hurt. 
 
 Within seconds, it was over. Where before, Isaac had stood, now only the cloaked and hooded form of Death stood, features obscured. With a jerk of his hands, Death called the scythe to him, and it sprang from the ground and sang into his hand. Death turned, mindful of the lights in the distance that signaled the ambulance approaching. 
 
 Turned and beheld the car crash. In the driver seat, Isaac's body hung limp, blood leaking from his eyes, the steering wheel and the failed air bag embedded in his chest. Carefully but quickly, Death stepped around the car and neared the passenger seat. 
 
 The woman hung there, held back by her seat belt and the airbag pushing against her chest. A trickle of blood ran down her scalp and from her mouth. The small bubbles in the blood gave testament to her weak breathing, struggling against whatever damages were inside her, invisible. 
 
 Death knelt beside her, running a finger slowly down the side of her face, memorizing how she looked, embedding her into his heart. He leaned forwards and put the dark oval that was the opening of his hood against her ear. 
 
 `` Live,'' he whispered. 
 
 Her breathing got stronger. The blood on her scalp ceased to flow and began to dry. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered as she fought to regain consciousness. 
 
 Death straightened and stepped back as the ambulance arrived and began pulling his dead body and her living body from the wreckage of their car. Slowly, he stepped over and sat down on the telephone pole he had hit with their car, knocking over and killing himself. 
 
 For a moment, he watched as the EMTs managed to lift his wife into the ambulance. Her eyes fluttered open and stared directly at him. Stared without truly seeing him, for as Death, it was his jurisdiction to say 
 
 `` It is not your time, my love.''
