Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; someone was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to take her life sentence. The soft click on the street gem plus an even easygoing tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded figure started to release the box when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hood completely off the figure.

"Damn it, Beatrix !"The headless body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull brain that was rolling on the ground."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the body placed the skull head back on the body covering it with the exhaust hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the Hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the infernal affair vibrating in her hands as if it was alive !

pickings another look at the figure she gasped, she'd be damned if he ( she guessed ) didn't look like death !"Uh huh. Who sent you ? The agency ? No one outside of them knows who I am !"

There was a bit of silence then the figure said,"All will be revealed when you hand me back my scythe."

Her centre narrowing, she laughed,"Do I look that stupid ? Hand a weapon back to an obvious enemy ? No, I think I'll hang on to this."

There was a sigh then the flesh spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a mistake thinking that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you need in order I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only stare at him : negotiate ? What in the hell was he on about ?"You're rectify about one matter, I am UNSURE as to whom you are. The weapon though I am very sure about, at lay out, I think it inexpedient to return it."

Again the hooded figure gave a suspire,"You don't realize the conditional relation of you not returning it to me. I have a job to ..."

"Oh I'm sure you do but I don't intend to be a dupe of yours,"Beatrix spit back at the figure.

Shaking its head a moment, then soma nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you need to cognise ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a moment. She'd never seen an agentive role nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, starting time question, who in the fuck are you ? Second, how in the blaze were you able to follow me ? one-third, who do you act upon for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a tomfool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Kelt, Smierc by the smooth, Hel by the North Germanic, King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more ? I have been called death instinct by the Hellenic language, though the gens you might know of salutary is Grim harvester,"the image said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe watching as the figure tried to suddenly hurtle and wrench it from her grasp."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to believe that you are expiry ? If I remember rectify you can take any life just by your touch."

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the ground, it stated,"Under normal setting that would be dead on target, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to keep open all the appointee that were made for today."

Still not truly believing the figure she stood there her grip increasing upon the handle."I need proof, now !"

"I can't take a somebody before it's appointed time. I can't just take a soul without the cognition, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely uncommon. You are a rare individual indeed. Now then, may we please stopping point our business so I can continue on ?"dying asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to figure a way to wrest the scythe from her.

"okeh, suppose that I believe you ? You were talking about a deal ?"This seemed to perk up the figure of Death.

Shaking his fountainhead emphatically, death knew he had her."Yes, a mickle, what is it that you care ? Power, money, eternal life ? What can I give you that will have you resign it ?"

Beatrix could only didder her forefront, why was it just her that saw him ?"Why am I the entirely one that can see you ?"

"Your prison term was twelve minutes ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rarefied typesetter's case in that you not only discover me but saw me sooner. I can grant you anything that you want,"decease said, a bit of promise edging its voice.

"Anything huh ? I seriously doubt that ! If you really are Death then you know what I want. You also know that no one or thing can ever grant it !"Beatrix spit out at the figure of Death.

"What ? You are in good order, there is only one who can and they are the just one who can,"Death said, a traumatise sound in its voice.

"I thought so ! adieu, asshole !"Laughing, Beatrix started to walk away with the scythe in hand.

"WAIT !"She heard the voice of death behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose time is at an end must be released or the world will grow mad ! Beatrix ! occlusive ! This will end the existence !"

gyration, she saw that Death was trying to catch up to her."expert ! You took him when you shouldn't have, so if the mankind ends then so be it ! Now unless you have a solution then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at decease."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the simply thing that can destroy Death."

There was a strained bit of silence then a booming randomness was heard. Sighing, Death looked at Beatrix,"Now you've done it ! They are on the way."

Beatrix stood firm. She knew something was coming, something far more powerful than Death. Something powerful enough to reach Death milkshake and cower. The booming increased then a throng of winged ? holy man ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a voice spoke to her.

"Beatrix, I have felt the pain in the neck that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you relinquish the scythe ?"The beautiful, muscular voice asked her.

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him grow, not cut down by a drunk idiot. I also want to call back with offer life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a little, but this was for him.

There was a moment of interruption before the voice said,"The desire of your love has been granted. please commemorate that I love him as I do you. Hand the scythe to Death and then all will be right."

Beatrix nodded, tears filling her eyes. It was almost too unspoilt to be dead on target. When she handed the scythe to expiry, the wind started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five year old came flying out of the firm. rip started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to kiss his little face. Beatrix blinked what in the hell was going on ? She was in the front yard of her old place, the plate that her son was ...

"mom ? the little boy asked staring at her."Are you alright mommy ? You're crying, did you fall down ?"

Laughing a piffling, Beatrix could only stir her read/write head as she held the little boy tighter to her. Suddenly, there was a squealing as a car came screaming down the street. Running over the sidewalk not xx feet from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her headspring as a dark hooded frame saluted her and floated after the car .