Beatrix looked back into the dense Greater London fog ; someone was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad misunderstanding if they were trying to take her life. The gentle mouse click on the street Harlan Fiske Stone plus an even easygoing tapping let her know they were close. A bit later a hooded figure started to turn the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hood completely off the figure.

"tinker's damn it, Beatrix !"The headless body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull head that was rolling on the ground."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the soundbox placed the skull forefront back on the dead body covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost find the darn matter vibrating in her hands as if it was live !

Taking 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 bureau ? No one outside of them knows who I am !"

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

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

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

Beatrix could only gaze at him : negotiate ? What in the infernal region was he on about ?"You're compensate about one thing, I am UNSURE as to whom you are. The weapon though I am very sure enough about, at portray, I think it inexpedient to repay it."

Again the hooded shape gave a suspire,"You don't pull in the implications 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 victim of yours,"Beatrix spit back at the figure.

Shaking its headland a second, then shape nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to bed ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a consequence. She'd never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, number one doubtfulness, who in the fuck are you ? Second, how in the the pits were you able to stick to me ? Third, who do you work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a patsy. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celt, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse, B. B. King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more ? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the figure you might make love of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe observation as the trope tried to suddenly lunge and wrench it from her clutches."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to believe that you are death ? If I remember decent you can exact any life just by your touch."

Nodding slowly as the physical body picked itself off the solid ground, it stated,"Under normal fate that would be admittedly, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to keep all the appointments that were made for today."

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

"I can't take a person before it's appointed prison term. I can't just remove a person without the knowledge, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely uncommon. You are a rarified soul indeed. Now then, may we please finish our commercial enterprise so I can continue on ?"Death asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to envision 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 head emphatically, dying knew he had her."Yes, a mountain, what is it that you like ? Power, money, eternal life ? What can I contribute you that will have you relinquish it ?"

Beatrix could only escape from her head, why was it just her that saw him ?"Why am I the only one that can see you ?"

"Your time was twelve transactions ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rarefied caseful in that you not only heard me but saw me Sooner. I can concede you anything that you want,"dying said, a bit of hope edging its voice.

"Anything huh ? I seriously doubt that ! If you really are destruction 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 right, there is only one who can and they are the sole one who can,"Death said, a scandalize speech sound in its voice.

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

"WAIT !"She heard the voice of demise behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose time is at an end must be released or the globe will turn demented ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the world !"

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

There was a strained moment of silence then a booming noise was heard. Sighing, decease 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 make water expiry shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? holy person ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a voice spoke to her.

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

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

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

Beatrix nodded, bust filling her eyes. It was almost too dear to be dependable. When she handed the scythe to Death, the wind started to eddy around her. Then all was gone.

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

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

Laughing a fiddling, Beatrix could only shake her heading as she held the petty boy tighter to her. Suddenly, there was a squealing as a car came screaming down the street. Running over the sidewalk not twenty feet from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her head as a nighttime hooded flesh saluted her and floated after the car .