[ WP ] You are given a deal by a higher power that grants you eternal life . The catch ? You have to kill one person every year . If you fail do do so , even a minute too late , you will die .

`` Kill one person every year and I'm immortal?'' 
 
 `` That's the premise, you want in?'' 
 
 `` Does it matter how? Or is it more like as long as I had a hand in it.'' 
 
 `` Does n't matter'' 
 
 `` Even if by accident?'' 
 
 `` Death is death'' 
 
 `` OK, I'll do it.'' 
 
 845 years later and I was still not excited to take the deal and I was n't sure I would be able to actually follow through. One person a year, and I have already killed 845 at this point, give or take a few. I always tried to keep the death to a minimum, only having to put more than one person down if I was sloppy and got caught. The first few years were hard. I cried for days after I saw the life leave their eyes. Then at around 6 years in I woke up the very next day and went about my business like nothing happened. I almost forgot I had done it. It had become a habit already. 
 
 As time went by I moved every few decades The change of scenery was n't only necessary but it was nice. It helped to forget those people I left in graves. I always choose an older person, preferably with some kind of ailment or inoperable issue. It's always hard but I know by now that it must be done. I have never thought about testing this god, seeing if he will actually kill me, that would be dumb. It's been working this far. 
 
 A few decades ago extending my life became a little harder. Some scientist's in a lab finally found a way to stop HIW. It was a deadly disease that affected less than 1 % of humans on earth but it was contagious. A little easier to get than HIV was and twice as harsh. You had a very small chance of survival and if you did you were bed ridden your whole life dealing with symptoms. Anyway, scientists had said they found a way to stop the disease from spreading and were mass producing the antibodies needed in our blood cells to keep it at bay. Everyone lined up day 1 at the doctors, got their shot, and was on their merry way. But a few days later something went wrong. The antibodies totally took over the body and started to gestate creating more and more antibodies eventually rendering the person useless and using its body like and AI in a robot. Almost 75 % of the world's population received the antibodies. 
 
 I had a pool of about 2.5 billion people to choose from to extend my life another year. Finding them started to become harder. People were n't reproducing like before. Whether it be an evolutionary phase as we had been forced to only have one child due to population constraints. So the world was n't repopulating as fast. After a while there were only 4 or 5 new born babies each year. 
 
 The people knew who I was. They knew I was n't gon na die unless I did n't kill. So they fled. They hid. Some brave thought that I could die and fought me head on. None even harmed me, all these years of experience with every type of weapon every created helps when you have to fight a bunch of different types of people. But I realized my time was coming. And at last I sat facing the last person alive on this planet other than me. A young girl, no older than 25. I thought back all those years to the day I signed that deal, one of the things I still remember from that time, and thought that I had used this god's power to the fullest. I had become a monster to the human race, one to be feared, but here she sat, just staring at me. I did n't... no, I was n't going to harm her. So we sat and I told her my story. A whole year. I spent a whole year trying to tell her what life was like 2 billion years ago and what I did and why. We fell in love and out of it and back in. I lay with her and she with me. And as the minutes ticked and turned to seconds I knew my choice. I would rather die than take the last life on this lifeless planet, in the arms of the last woman I'd love. We both know this is the end for me. And as my last few seconds come to an end I say, `` I rather die than live without you'' 
 
 The last thing I heard before I felt the knife puncture the back of my heart. `` I rather have one more year''
