[ 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 .

Death is a fickle being, he does n't like the word no. I mean he gives you an escape from all your problems, where you can rest your tired soul permanently. It's the ultimate form of bliss. I know, because it was offered to me... I declined 
 
 20 years ago, around mid day, a would be tragedy happened. I was in my fifth period playing cards. Then the sound of a bullet, followed by the unforgettable sound a body hitting the floor, made the class silent. Everyone was scared and made no movements, except for me. I was n't about to stand idly by as human life was taken, especially if that human life was my friend. My body froze with fear when I found the body. I had only one though on my mind, albeit a selfish, did I know her. It took two seconds for relief and disgust to set in after I registered the unknown face. It took two more for me to realize the assailant was still there. He was pointing a gun at my best friend. I panicked and rushed him thinking only to save the people he would kill. He turned and shot me, and then the world faded to black. 
 
 A voice that seemed to have no point of origin spoke. It told me to rid myself of the shackles of the mortal plane, to free myself from life. There are no words to describe how I felt in that instance, I was genuinely at peace yet I felt empty. More importantly, my friends were still in danger. I just kept thinking to myself `` I ca n't die, not now''. Death was furious, in a fit of rage cursed me with eternal life and thirst me van to the mortal plane. I woke up, adrenaline was pumping through my veins. In short, I felt alive. I remembered what I'd been doing before I'd fallen, and so I rushed the assailant once more. He must've been shit his pants, or maybe that was me, because he immediately fired the rest of his rounds into my head. Now that I think about, he was a damn good shot. The pain was intense, but I was n't going to let that stop me. This fucker was going down. I guess I lost too much blood or something because I blacked out an do n't remember the rest of what happened. 
 
 Next thing I know I'm in an ambulance with zero bullet holes in me, with one paramedic with a strangely familiar voice talking to me. 
 
 `` Sorry for that kid, I have a short fuse and very little time to take a breather'' 
 
 `` Who are you?'' 
 Man was I stupid, he laughed 
 `` Heh, do n't remember my voice?'' 
 
 `` Oh, it's just kinda weird having it actually come from somewhere this time'' 
 
 `` Well, when you have to talk to all the people who die you need a more direct form of communication, one that is n't barred by language. Anyway I just came to apologize being so brash and to say'' 
 He looked away 
 `` You wo n't ever be able to die, I ca n't undo the curse'' 
 Trying to be considerate I said 
 `` What's so bad about that? Being able to live forever must be great fun'' 
 We both knew that it would be hell, he having lived what would seem like an eternity to me. And me having felt escape. No doubt I would eventually go mad, hopefully it's a long time from now. 
 To break the silence I gave him a thumbs up and a smile. 
 `` I'll do my best to live with it, so cheer up. So may I be so bold to asks deaths name? 
 
 The paramedic smiled 
 
 `` It's Htead'' 
 
 `` Woow, what a... Creative name'' 
 
 `` Nah I'm just fucking with you, my name is Roger'' 
 
 `` That's not much better'' 
 
 `` Eh, What are you gon na do? Anyway, I got about ten minutes before someone else dies so you wan na get outta here and have a burger or something?'' 
 I accepted and we went to a burger place on the river Styx. Turns out it's way nicer than previously thought and has a pier with lots of stores. Death told me that all religions are *real* existing side by side accepting those who believe in them. We shot the shit for a little while then he had to go. 
 
 That was twenty years ago, I've met with death a lot since then. But recently his schedule has been getting more and more packed. I ca n't stand my friend and possibly the friend of humanity get worked to the bone like that. 
 `` And that's why I'm here, in the middle of your little Isis base.'' 
 
 All he could do was look in fear as I just absorbed the bullets. 
 
 `` The sorry was too long was n't it? I'll try to shorten in next time.'' 
 
 And I walked past him
