Beatrix looked back into the dense capital of the United Kingdom fog ; somebody was following her. Turning into the succeeding alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to take her living. The soft clink on the street stones plus an even flabby tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded public figure started to sour the nook when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hood completely off the figure.

"tinker's dam it, Beatrix !"The headless torso issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to blame up the skull head that was rolling on the background."If I wasn't bushed I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing jape as the body placed the skull nous back on the body covering it with the goon. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost palpate the shit thing vibrating in her work force as if it was alive !

taking another look at the bod she gasped, she'd be damned if he ( she guessed ) didn't look like expiry !"Uh huh. Who sent you ? The means ? No one exterior of them knows who I am !"

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

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

There was a suspiration then the figure spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a error thinking that you would go down that easygoing. Alright, I am candid to negotiation, what do you want in order I regain my scythe ?"

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

Again the hooded pattern gave a sigh,"You don't realize 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 dupe of yours,"Beatrix spit back at the figure.

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

Beatrix thought a second. She'd never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first question, who in the fuck are you ? Second, how in the the pits were you able to travel along me ? Third, who do you form for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a sap. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the North Germanic language, business leader Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need Thomas More ? I have been called death wish by the Greek, though the name you might know of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

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

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the dry land, it stated,"Under normal circumstances that would be lawful, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to sustain all the designation that were made for today."

Still not truly believing the physical body she stood there her clutches increasing upon the handgrip."I need trial impression, now !"

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

"O.K., suppose that I believe you ? You were talking about a batch ?"This seemed to perk up the physique of Death.

Shaking his header emphatically, dying knew he had her."Yes, a passel, what is it that you wish ? Power, money, eternal living ? What can I afford you that will have you relinquish it ?"

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

"Your time was twelve minute of arc ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rarified case in that you not only find out me but saw me Oklahoman. I can grant you anything that you want,"end said, a bit of hope edging its voice.

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

"What ? You are ripe, there is only one who can and they are the only one who can,"death said, a shocked auditory sensation in its voice.

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

"wait !"She heard the voice of death behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose clip is at an end must be released or the human race will acquire unbalanced ! Beatrix ! plosive speech sound ! This will end the human beings !"

whirling, she saw that death was trying to trip up up to her."GOOD ! 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 lone matter that can destroy Death."

There was a sieve moment of silence then a booming noise was heard. Sighing, dying 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 decease. Something sinewy enough to prepare Death shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? Angels ? 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 give up the scythe ?"The beautiful, powerful spokesperson asked her.

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him acquire, not cut down by a drunk changeling. I also want to remember with extended life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a little, but this was for him.

There was a moment of interruption before the vox said,"The desire of your honey has been granted. please commend that I love him as I do you. pass the scythe to death and then all will be right."

Beatrix nodded, tears filling her heart. It was almost too near to be truthful. When she handed the scythe to demise, the lead started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five class old came flying out of the business firm. rent started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to kiss his little grimace. Beatrix blinked what in the hell was going on ? She was in the nominal head thou of her old home, the house that her son was ...

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

Laughing a little, Beatrix could only shake her pass as she held the minuscule 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 straits as a dark hooded soma saluted her and floated after the car .