[ WP ] Death spared your life and made you immortal . Over hundreds of years , you have become friends . He 's been very busy with work and you miss seeing your buddy . You spend centuries attempting to create world peace , stop war and cure diseases so you can spend some quality time with your only friend .

I close my eyes as police sirens wail in the distance. As my eyelids grow dim, the flashbacks begin. 
 
 There I was, in the tiny, damp, cool, stone room. I was helpless, really, as I watched everyone I knew and loved die around me. `` Hail, Mary, mother of Jesus, help me in this hour, Amen.'' I would pray as each evil thought that I was next would come my way. The rate at which people were dying was amazing. Nobody seemed to have any idea how to stop it, and it just kept spreading. 
 
 I was n't an idiot. Most people died in their mid-fifties or, if they were lucky, they'd make it to sixty. Why then, did my parents die? Why did my cousins die? Why did my friends die? At these odds, I most certainly was next. I looked up, from my corner towards the door. A shadowy figure had walked in the doorway. He grunted, as if pleased with all of the dead bodies on the floor. He moved further in the room. He pulled out scythe, and raised it up toward the dead bodies. 
 
 `` Wait.'' I mumbled quietly. `` Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Huh?'' The figure grunted. He looked up, as if surprised to see a body that was still breathing. 
 
 `` You heard me.'' I said confidently. `` Who are you?'' 
 
 `` They call me Death.'' He mumbled gruffly. He routinely raised his scythe again. 
 
 `` Why are you here?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Listen kid,'' The figure said. `` It's not very often somebody conjures up the nerve to talk to Death.'' 
 
 True, I always thought that death was a verb, not a proper noun. I guess I was wrong this whole time. While I'd known of the Angel of Death, I did n't really think that they'd make an appearance before a person if they were n't about to die. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' I tried. `` I just wanted a friend. Everybody I know is gone.'' 
 
 `` Huh? Oh yeah, sorry about that.'' 
 
 `` Why did you do it?'' 
 
 `` It had to be done, orders from the Almighty.'' 
 
 `` You are n't going to kill me, are you?'' I gasped. 
 
 `` Well, eventually I would have, but I like you. Unlike most humans, you are n't afraid of me.'' He paced the room as if in thought. 
 
 `` But, being friends with me will come at a cost,'' Death said. He sent a purple orb towards me. It engulfed me, before settling back into me. 
 
 `` What is this?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Immortality.'' He said. `` It's a blessing and a curse. Treat it with caution.'' 
 
 I looked at him in disbelief. `` Thank... you?'' 
 
 Death sighed. `` Look, I know you probably have a lot more questions, but, I have to go.'' 
 
 `` I understand.'' I said. `` Thank you for sparing me.'' 
 
 Death nodded and walked out the door. The town crier walked past, as he sounded his bell. `` Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! Bring out your...'' 
 
 `` Put your hands in the air where we can see them!'' My eyes snap open. I am kneeling over the now dead body. I raise my head towards the voice. Around me are police officers, all with their guns raised. Yea, I wo n't deny it. But it was for a cause. `` Put your hands in the air!'' Suddenly, a familiar aurora falls in line before me. 
 
 `` Really.'' The same, quiet, gruff voice says. `` Hello friend,'' I say, smiling. `` You're taking this immortality thing way to far.'' Death mutters. `` Look, I just wanted to see you.'' Death sighs. `` I can only stay to collect the soul, but after that you're on your own.'' `` Come on man, ca n't you take a coffee break or something? There's a new cafe on Paradise Boulevard.'' `` I've already tried it.'' He says while he raises his scythe. 
 
 `` Put your hands in the air!'' The sound rings through the bullhorn. `` Better do what they say. I'd hate to have to come pick you up.'' Death mutters. `` I still would n't get to see you ever, you're always somewhere on earth.'' I sigh. Death scythes the body and reaps the soul. `` Look, I'm sorry, but, I'll see you some other time, okay? My wife's expecting me at six.'' Death says. `` You're married?'' I ask in a surprised voice. `` Times change.'' He says. `` Good bye, friend.'' Death says. He takes a step away and vanishes in the process. The police dogs rush towards me as I begin to sprint away. 
 
 Edit; verb tense change. 
 Edit 2; more verb tense changes.
