[ WP ] You tell Death that you will never tire of living no matter how long you live . It makes you a bet that you will and thus grants you true immortality . You 've just lived through the second death of the universe and show no sign of stopping . Death is baffled .

It stood in a grassy field, on a planet, sometime around the middle of the universe. 
 To a casual observer it would look strange, a person in black clothing. As they got closer however, they would realise something was off. The clothing revealing itself to be a robe, or was it a suit. A woman holding a scythe? Or a man with a raven. 
 Regardless of what the individual saw, they all felt something wrong. Something fundamental to the core of reality itself. Death cared nothing about what the observers thought, it was simply waiting here for one thing. 
 
 Ah! The sound of reality being split open. Something forcing it's way through roughly until, with a thud, it falls through to land on the ground. 
 A blue door opens and an old man pokes his head out. 
 `` One moment'' 
 I CAN WAIT 
 The head grins and pops back inside but death can see the fear behind it. 
 
 A short while later the man comes out again and eyes him. 
 `` Hullo. Have n't seen you in a while'' 
 I CA N'T STILL SAY THE SAME. 
 `` What do you want? It's not often you want to see me.'' 
 HOW? HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? 
 It had been many eons ago that Death had given this man the gift of immortality. 
 `` What can I say, I do a lot of running'' 
 BUT NOT FROM SOMETHING, TOWARDS INSTEAD. BUT YOU NEVER ARRIVE. TELL ME, WHY DO YOU STILL RUN DOCTOR. WHY DO YOU STILL EVADE ME. 
 
 `` Picture a glass of water, sitting on a table, in a room somewhere far far away. Now picture this, someone enters that room and puts their finger into the glass. The why is not important, just the action. They keep it there for a couple of moments and take it out before leaving the room. How do you know they were ever there. What's left of the hole in the water? They altered it with their presence but now there is nothing left but ripples on the water.'' 
 The man looked death in the eyes and Death saw that it was n't fear behind the man, it was fire. 
 `` Well you know what, I remember, I know they were there'' 
 `` **I** am the ripple'' 
 
 And Death was afraid
