Beatrix looked back into the slow 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 lifespan. The soft click on the street stones plus an even easy tapping let her know they were close. A import later a hooded figure started to release the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hoodlum completely off the figure.

"damn it, Beatrix !"The headless dead body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to piece up the skull head that was rolling on the ground."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the body placed the skull head back on the consistence covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost palpate the blame thing vibrating in her custody as if it was alive !

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

There was a moment of silence then the physical body said,"All will be revealed when you helping hand me back my scythe."

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

There was a sigh then the form spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a mistake intellection that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you want in social club 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 trusted about, at present, I think it unwise to return it."

Again the hooded bod gave a sigh,"You don't understand the import 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 question a moment, then form nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to get laid ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a moment. She'd never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first question, who in the fuck are you ? sec, how in the infernal region were you able to watch over me ? third gear, who do you mold for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a fool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the down, Hel by the Norse, King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you ask Sir Thomas More ? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the public figure you might know of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure of speech said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe watching as the trope tried to suddenly lunge and wrench it from her grip."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to conceive 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 reason, it stated,"Under normal context that would be honest, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to keep all the appointment that were made for today."

Still not truly believing the material body she stood there her adhesive friction increasing upon the grip."I need proof, now !"

"I can't take a individual before it's appointed prison term. I can't just take a soul without the knowledge, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely rare. You are a rare soul indeed. Now then, may we please stop our business sector so I can continue on ?"decease asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to visualize a way to wrest the scythe from her.

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

Shaking his school principal emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a flock, what is it that you wish ? tycoon, money, eternal life ? What can I turn over you that will have you relinquish it ?"

Beatrix could only shake her head, why was it just her that saw him ?"Why am I the just 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 grant you anything that you want,"last 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 accord it !"Beatrix spitting out at the figure of Death.

"What ? You are right, there is only one who can and they are the only when one who can,"destruction said, a shocked phone in its voice.

"I thought so ! Goodbye, cocksucker !"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 raise derange ! Beatrix ! stay ! This will end the universe !"

Whirling, she saw that decease was trying to arrest up to her."GOOD ! You took him when you shouldn't have, so if the existence ends then so be it ! Now unless you have a solution then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at Death."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the solely matter that can destroy Death."

There was a strained moment of secretiveness then a nail 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 powerful than death. Something powerful enough to make demise shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? backer ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a phonation spoke to her.

"Beatrix, I have felt the bother that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you relinquish the scythe ?"The beautiful, powerful vocalism 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 remember with extended life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a small, but this was for him.

There was a minute of pause before the representative said,"The desire of your passion has been granted. Please commend that I love him as I do you. Hand the scythe to Death and then all will be right."

Beatrix nodded, tears filling her centre. It was almost too good to be true. When she handed the scythe to Death, the current of air started to whirlpool around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five year old came flying out of the menage. tears started again in her center. Tommy ? He was alert ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the G she started to snog his little face. Beatrix blinked what in the hell was going on ? She was in the front yard of her old home, the dwelling that her son was ...

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

Laughing a little, Beatrix could only shake her head as she held the niggling boy tighter to her. Suddenly, there was a squealing as a car came screaming down the street. Running over the sidewalk not twenty metrical unit from them, then back on the street before barreling past times. Beatrix shook her head as a darkness hooded figure saluted her and floated after the car .