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

`` Deal.'' 
 
 Death laughed, a dry and mighty chuckle that literally shook his ribcage. `` Then we have an agreement!'' He rasped in obvious glee, `` You're quite the bold one, for a product of magic and metal... but humour me a moment, why do you want to do this? You're practically immortal, you really want to trade that just for one year of being an actual *human*?'' 
 
 The girl looked at the skeleton man, she felt no fear. How could she? She had no emotions. She was a hunk of metal wearing synthetic skin, synthetic hair, even synthetic fingernails. Everything about her was n't real. She was a fake human, and she knew it. The old man, her creator, had tried to tell her every day since he had constructed her that she was a human in every way except the way she was made. The last time he had said it had been well over two decades ago. She had been alone since that day. 
 
 He had done an excellent job, she did admit. He had made her very beautiful, her skin was so well constructed that no one had ever been able to tell the difference between her's and their own, and her dark brown hair was long and luscious. Despite all that, she still knew she was fake, and she hated it, or she tried her hardest to replicate the emotion of hate at least. She wanted to feel something... *more*. 
 
 So she continued to stare into Death's hood, directly into those abyssal black eyes that people spend their entire lives running from. 
 
 `` I want to be alive.''
