It was over in the blink of an eye. A player's stick lifted Brick's plastic neck guard, right as a slapshot from the point came in on net. Direct hit to the throat. Life left Brick's body just as quick as the air did. A few seconds later, Brick found himself back on his feet, but no one else was on the ice...no one else but a shadowy figure in a black robe. It was Death, the Grim Reaper himself. He told Brick his time had come, lest he wish to wager his soul for a shot at coming back to life. Brick didn't want to go out on a fluke, so he thought of the competition that would most catch Death off guard...a goalie goal competition. The first one to shoot a puck from one crease to the other and score would be the winner. With a snap of his fingers, Death lost his robe and instead sported a fully blacked out set of goalie gear, with his scythe turning into a goalie stick. The game began, with Death electing to take the first shot. Death took a couple of practice shots without a puck, and then flexed his stick and sent a laser towards the other net. It definitely had the power...but Death was a bit too cocky in showing off his power, as it pinged off the crossbar. No goal. Brick knew he only had one shot to sink this, as Death wouldn't miss twice. Brick took a deep breathe, carefully aimed his shot, and sent it, hard but true. It had the aim, but would it have the power? It began losing power, and as it entered the crease, it was at a crawl, slowly approaching the goal line...and it crossed! Brick had won! Death gave Brick a nod, snapped his fingers, and Brick woke up on the ice, with the doctors and teammates surrounding him.