Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; mortal was following her. Turning into the succeeding back street she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to remove her lifespan. The soft click on the street stones plus an even balmy tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded flesh started to grow the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the cap completely off the figure.

"Damn it, Beatrix !"The headless trunk issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull read/write head that was rolling on the footing."If I wasn't deadened I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the eubstance placed the skull forefront back on the body covering it with the toughie. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the nether region ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the damn thing vibrating in her hands as if it was alive !

Taking another flavor at the figure she gasped, she'd be damned if he ( she guessed ) didn't look like death !"Uh huh. Who sent you ? The authority ? 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 pudding head ? hand a artillery back to an obvious foe ? No, I think I'll bent on to this."

There was a suspiration then the image spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a error intellection that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you require in order I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only gaze at him : negotiate ? What in the hell was he on about ?"You're right about one thing, 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 bring 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 dupe of yours,"Beatrix spit back at the figure.

Shaking its head a bit, then figure nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to know ? Afterward, perhaps we can talk over me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a second. She'd never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, starting time interrogation, who in the piece of ass are you ? second, how in the hell were you able to follow me ? Third, who do you work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a motley fool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Northman, mogul Yama by the Hindu, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more than ? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the name you might have a go at it of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe observation as the frame tried to suddenly lunge and twist 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 ground, it stated,"Under formula circumstances that would be true, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to go on all the appointments that were made for today."

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

"I can't get a soul before it's appointed time. I can't just postulate a psyche without the noesis, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely rare. You are a uncommon soul indeed. Now then, may we delight finish our business so I can continue on ?"Death asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to calculate a way to wrest the scythe from her.

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

Shaking his head emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a plenty, what is it that you wish ? ability, money, eternal life ? What can I give you that will take in you let go of it ?"

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

"Your meter was twelve moment 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 get word me but saw me Sooner. I can grant you anything that you want,"Death 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 grant it !"Beatrix spit out at the number of Death.

"What ? You are right, there is only one who can and they are the only one who can,"expiry said, a scandalise strait in its voice.

"I thought so ! Goodbye, SOB !"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 prison term is at an end must be released or the world will acquire imbalanced ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the world !"

whirling, 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 expiry."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the only thing that can destruct Death."

There was a forced moment of silence then a booming haphazardness 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 hefty than dying. Something powerful enough to make Death shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? angel ? 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, powerful vocalization asked her.

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

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

Beatrix nodded, weeping filling her eyes. It was almost too good to be true. When she handed the scythe to Death, the wind started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

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

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

Laughing a little, Beatrix could only didder her 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 twenty groundwork from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her promontory as a dark hooded figure saluted her and floated after the car .