Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; person was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad error if they were trying to take her life. The soft clink on the street stones plus an even easygoing tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded physical body started to release the turning point when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the tough completely off the figure.

"tinker's dam it, Beatrix !"The headless consistence issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull head that was rolling on the priming."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the organic structure placed the skull nous back on the trunk covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the Hades ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost sense the bedamn thing vibrating in her hands as if it was alive !

taking another look at the fig 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 moment of silence then the figure said,"All will be revealed when you hand me back my scythe."

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

There was a sigh then the frame 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 open to negotiation, what do you require in rules of order I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only stare at him : negotiate ? What in the hell was he on about ?"You're the right way about one thing, I am UNSURE as to whom you are. The weapon though I am very certain about, at show, I think it unwise to return it."

Again the hooded material body gave a sigh,"You don't clear the implication 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 capitulum a moment, then figure nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to know ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a mo. She'd never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, low question, who in the fuck are you ? Second, how in the Hades were you able to pursue me ? one-third, who do you work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a soft touch. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse, magnate Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need Sir Thomas More ? I have been called Thanatos by the Hellene, though the name you might fuck of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe watching as the figure tried to suddenly lunge and wrench it from her reach."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to think that you are death ? If I remember correct you can film any lifetime just by your touch."

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the ground, it stated,"Under normal consideration that would be true, 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 figure she stood there her suitcase increasing upon the handle."I need trial impression, now !"

"I can't take a soul before it's appointed clip. I can't just necessitate a someone without the knowledge, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely rare. You are a rare someone indeed. Now then, may we please finish our business enterprise so I can continue on ?"destruction asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to forecast a way to wrest the scythe from her.

"okey, suppose that I believe you ? You were talking about a lot ?"This seemed to pick up up the figure of Death.

Shaking his point emphatically, end knew he had her."Yes, a softwood, what is it that you care ? Power, money, eternal life ? What can I give you that will make you relinquish it ?"

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

"Your fourth dimension was twelve minutes ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a uncommon suit in that you not only heard me but saw me Sooner. I can grant you anything that you want,"Death 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 yield it !"Beatrix spit out at the form of Death.

"What ? You are right, there is only one who can and they are the only one who can,"Death said, a shocked 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 decease behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose prison term is at an end must be released or the macrocosm will maturate unbalanced ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the existence !"

gyration, she saw that Death was trying to catch up to her."sound ! 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 only when thing that can destroy Death."

There was a laboured import of muteness then a boom noise 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 make Death shingle and cower. The booming increased then a large number of winged ? Angels ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a voice spoke to her.

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

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him grow, not cut down by a rummy imbecile. I also want to commend with strain life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a fiddling, but this was for him.

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

Beatrix nodded, tear filling her centre. It was almost too in force to be dependable. When she handed the scythe to Death, the wind started to whirlpool around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five class old came flying out of the house. weeping started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to snog his little typeface. Beatrix blinked what in the infernal region was going on ? She was in the face yard of her old home base, the home that her son was ...

"Mommy ? the piffling boy asked staring at her."Are you alright mommy ? You're battle cry, did you devolve down ?"

Laughing a little, Beatrix could only shake her psyche as she held the slight boy tighter to her. Suddenly, there was a squealing as a car came screaming down the street. Running over the sidewalk not twenty ft from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her head as a dark hooded name saluted her and floated after the car .