[ WP ] Death is looking for you , but you try to convince Death that you are not the person Death is searching for .

`` Sorry for the inconvenience, but you got here too late, the guy you are searching for is gone.'' 
 
 Death was looking at his last charge with obvious bafflement in his cadaveric face, wich is not easy thing when you are nothing but bones. 
 
 `` BUT YOU HAVE CUT YOUR OWN WRISTS! YOU ARE OBVOUSLY HIM!'' 
 
 `` I am not, that was just the other personality. A weak and full of self-recrimination individual. The wrist cutting was his way of giving me control over the body. A catharsis of sorts.'' 
 
 Gripping his scythe with his pale bone falanges until the ancient oak wood creaked, Death turned around and dissolved into the shadows. 
 
 `` FUCKING CHUCK PALAHNIUK''
