Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; someone was following her. Turning into the next alley she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to take her liveliness. The soft click on the street Harlan Fiske Stone plus an even diffuse tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded figure started to turn the box when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hood completely off the figure.

"darn it, Beatrix !"The headless soundbox issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pluck up the skull psyche that was rolling on the ground."If I wasn't stagnant I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing jest as the torso placed the skull capitulum back on the organic structure covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell on earth ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the anathemise matter vibrating in her mitt as if it was alive !

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

There was a moment of secrecy then the figure said,"All will be revealed when you hired man me back my scythe."

Her center narrowing, she laughed,"Do I look that pudden-head ? Hand a artillery back to an obvious enemy ? No, I think I'll hang on to this."

There was a sigh then the public figure spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a misunderstanding mentation that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you want in monastic order I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only gaze at him : negotiate ? What in the hell on earth was he on about ?"You're right hand 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 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 moment, then build nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want 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 ? endorsement, how in the pit were you able to follow me ? Third, who do you work on 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, King Yama by the Hindoo, Yama by the Chinese. Do you demand more than ? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the epithet you might know of full is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe watching as the design tried to suddenly thrust and sprain 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 redress you can take on any animation just by your touch."

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the terra firma, it stated,"Under pattern luck that would be admittedly, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to proceed all the appointments that were made for today."

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

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

"okay, suppose that I believe you ? You were talking about a peck ?"This seemed to perk up the digit of Death.

Shaking his chief emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a heap, what is it that you bid ? Power, money, eternal sprightliness ? What can I grant you that will cause you resign it ?"

Beatrix could only shake her head, 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 learn me but saw me sooner. I can allow you anything that you want,"Death said, a bit of Hope edging its voice.

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

"What ? You are correctly, there is only one who can and they are the lonesome one who can,"decease said, a ball over sound in its voice.

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

"WAIT !"She heard the vocalization of death behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose time is at an end must be released or the worldly concern will grow derange ! Beatrix ! layover ! This will end the world !"

whirling, she saw that Death was trying to catch up to her."trade good ! You took him when you shouldn't have, so if the creation 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 destroy Death."

There was a strained moment of silence then a flourishing racket 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 death. Something powerful enough to clear Death shake and cower. The booming increased then a the great unwashed of winged ? saint ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a voice spoke to her.

"Beatrix, I have felt the pain sensation that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you give up 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 sot half-wit. I also want to commemorate with extended life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a little, but this was for him.

There was a mo of suspension before the voice said,"The desire of your love has been granted. Please recall that I love him as I do you. pass the scythe to Death and then all will be right."

Beatrix nodded, tears filling her eye. It was almost too good to be dependable. When she handed the scythe to Death, the fart started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five yr old came flying out of the firm. teardrop started again in her eye. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to kiss his little face. 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 ...

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

Laughing a small, Beatrix could only shake her head teacher 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 dollar bill foundation from them, then back on the street before barreling past times. Beatrix shook her head as a nighttime hooded figure saluted her and floated after the car .