Beatrix looked back into the dense capital of the United Kingdom fog ; individual was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad error if they were trying to get her life. The soft mouse click on the street gemstone plus an even diffuse tapping let her know they were close. A consequence later a hooded chassis started to twist the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hood completely off the figure.

"Damn it, Beatrix !"The headless body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull question that was rolling on the ground."If I wasn't beat I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the body placed the skull school principal back on the physical structure covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the blaze ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the damn thing vibrating in her deal as if it was alive !

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

There was a here and now of silence then the figure said,"All will be revealed when you deal me back my scythe."

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

There was a sigh then the anatomy spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a mistake thinking that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you desire in ordering I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only stare at him : negotiate ? What in the netherworld was he on about ?"You're right about one thing, I am UNSURE as to whom you are. The arm though I am very certainly about, at present, I think it unwise to reelect it."

Again the hooded image 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 victim of yours,"Beatrix spit back at the figure.

Shaking its head a here and now, then pattern nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to know ? 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, 1st question, who in the roll in the hay are you ? Second, how in the perdition were you able to follow me ? Third, who do you work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a muggins. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norwegian, business leader Yama by the Hindu, Yama by the Chinese. Do you take more than ? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the epithet you might know of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

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

Nodding slowly as the design picked itself off the footing, it stated,"Under normal lot that would be true, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to observe all the assignment that were made for today."

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

"I can't lead a soul before it's appointed time. I can't just take a soul without the noesis, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely uncommon. You are a uncommon soul indeed. Now then, may we please polish off our business so I can continue on ?"decease asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to work out a way to wrest the scythe from her.

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

Shaking his head emphatically, end knew he had her."Yes, a deal, what is it that you wish ? powerfulness, money, eternal life ? What can I dedicate you that will have you let go it ?"

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

"Your prison term was twelve minutes ago, one can always see me when their clip is upon them. As I said, you are a rarified event in that you not only take heed 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 expiry 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 but one who can,"destruction said, a shocked strait in its voice.

"I thought so ! Goodbye, mother fucker !"Laughing, Beatrix started to walk away with the scythe in hand.

"delay !"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 grow unbalanced ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the world !"

gyration, she saw that Death was trying to catch up to her."dear ! You took him when you shouldn't have, so if the world ends then so be it ! Now unless you have a result then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at Death."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the lonesome affair that can ruin Death."

There was a strained moment of silence then a thrive interference 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 Death. Something hefty enough to make dying shiver and cower. The booming increased then a hoi polloi of winged ? holy person ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a vocalization spoke to her.

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

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

There was a instant of intermission before the vocalisation said,"The desire of your dear has been granted. please remember that I love him as I do you. Hand the scythe to demise and then all will be right."

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

Just then her five year old came flying out of the house. teardrop started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to buss his little facial expression. Beatrix blinked what in the perdition was going on ? She was in the presence grounds of her old home, the home that her son was ...

"momma ? the niggling boy asked staring at her."Are you alright mommy ? You're vociferation, did you fall down ?"

Laughing a little, Beatrix could only shake her chief 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 substructure from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her head as a dark hooded figure saluted her and floated after the car .