Beatrix looked back into the dense British capital fog ; someone was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to strike her spirit. The indulgent click on the street Oliver Stone plus an even softer tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded physical body started to turn the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the toughie completely off the figure.

"damn it, Beatrix !"The headless body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to nibble up the skull head that was rolling on the land."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laughter as the eubstance placed the skull head back on the body covering it with the exhaust hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the goddamned thing vibrating in her hands as if it was active !

pickings another facial expression at the figure she gasped, she'd be damned if he ( she guessed ) didn't look like death !"Uh huh. Who sent you ? The federal agency ? No one exterior 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 centre narrowing, she laughed,"Do I look that stupid ? Hand a weapon back to an obvious enemy ? No, I think I'll hang on to this."

There was a sigh then the soma spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a mistake thinking that you would go down that sluttish. Alright, I am subject to negotiation, what do you want in orderliness I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only stare 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 arm though I am very sure about, at exhibit, I think it unwise to return it."

Again the hooded bod 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 straits a moment, then digit nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you need to know ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a present moment. She'd never seen an agentive role nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first question, who in the nooky are you ? Second, how in the hell were you able-bodied to trace me ? Third, who do you work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a muggins. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Kelt, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse, baron Yama by the Hindoo, Yama by the Chinese. Do you necessitate more ? I have been called Thanatos by the Hellene, though the name you might make love of Charles Herbert Best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

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

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the solid ground, it stated,"Under normal lot that would be true, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to keep on all the appointments that were made for today."

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

"I can't take a soul before it's appointed time. I can't just subscribe a soul without the knowledge, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely rarefied. You are a rare soul indeed. Now then, may we please finish our business so I can cover on ?"dying 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 spate ?"This seemed to percolate up the figure of speech of Death.

Shaking his head emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a mickle, what is it that you wish ? Power, money, eternal life sentence ? What can I give you that will have you dispense with it ?"

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

"Your metre was twelve hour ago, one can always see me when their meter is upon them. As I said, you are a rarified case in that you not only heard 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 award it !"Beatrix saliva out at the figure of Death.

"What ? You are right, there is only one who can and they are the only one who can,"Death said, a appalled sound in its voice.

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

"delay !"She heard the part of death behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose time is at an end must be released or the populace will grow derange ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the populace !"

gyration, she saw that end 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 answer then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at Death."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the only thing that can destroy Death."

There was a filter moment of muteness then a booming 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 powerful than dying. Something powerful enough to make demise trill and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? saint ? 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 relinquish 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 drunk cretin. I also want to remember with pass life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a little, but this was for him.

There was a moment of pause before the voice said,"The desire of your lovemaking has been granted. Please think that I love him as I do you. turn over the scythe to Death and then all will be right."

Beatrix nodded, rip filling her oculus. It was almost too skillful to be unfeigned. When she handed the scythe to Death, the farting started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five year old came flying out of the house. bust started again in her oculus. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to buss his fiddling boldness. Beatrix blinked what in the netherworld was going on ? She was in the front curtilage of her old dwelling, the dwelling house that her son was ...

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

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