Beatrix looked back into the dense capital of the United Kingdom 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. The soft detent on the street rock plus an even soft tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded figure started to turn the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the cowl completely off the figure.

"darn it, Beatrix !"The headless dead body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull drumhead that was rolling on the solid ground."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eery echoing jape as the body placed the skull question back on the body covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the perdition ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the imprecate thing vibrating in her hired man as if it was active !

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

There was a present moment of secretiveness 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 ? hired hand a weapon back to an obvious enemy ? No, I think I'll hang on to this."

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

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

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

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

Beatrix thought a minute. She'd never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first doubt, who in the fuck are you ? indorsement, how in the snake pit were you capable to surveil me ? Third, who do you work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a saphead. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Scandinavian, B. B. King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more ? I have been called death wish by the Hellenic language, though the name you might know of best is Grim Reaper,"the trope said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe watching as the public figure tried to suddenly lunge and wrick it from her grasp."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to believe that you are death ? If I remember right 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 true, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to keep all the fitting that were made for today."

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

"I can't take a soul before it's appointed clock time. I can't just submit a soul without the cognition, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely rare. You are a rare mortal indeed. Now then, may we delight finish our line of work so I can extend on ?"Death asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to figure a way to wrest the scythe from her.

"Okay, suppose that I believe you ? You were talking about a plenty ?"This seemed to perk up the design of Death.

Shaking his head emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a mess, what is it that you like ? Power, money, eternal life ? What can I fall in you that will have you forgo it ?"

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

"Your time was twelve minutes ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rare case in that you not only heard me but saw me Sooner. I can allow you anything that you want,"dying said, a bit of hope 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 expectoration out at the figure of Death.

"What ? You are correctly, there is only one who can and they are the only when one who can,"Death said, a blow out of the water auditory sensation in its voice.

"I thought so ! Goodbye, arse !"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 time is at an end must be released or the world will acquire crazy ! Beatrix ! full point ! This will end the world !"

gyration, she saw that Death was trying to catch 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 dying."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the exclusively matter that can demolish Death."

There was a strained moment of silence then a booming 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 mighty enough to make Death handclasp and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? saint ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a phonation 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 resign the scythe ?"The beautiful, sinewy voice asked her.

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

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

Beatrix nodded, snag filling her eyes. It was almost too good to be reliable. When she handed the scythe to end, the wind started to whirlpool around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five year old came flying out of the house. rent started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to kiss his lilliputian expression. Beatrix blinked what in the hell was going on ? She was in the front G of her old home, the home that her son was ...

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

Laughing a lilliputian, Beatrix could only shake up her head 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 20 feet from them, then back on the street before barreling past times. Beatrix shook her fountainhead as a dark hooded figure saluted her and floated after the car .