Beatrix looked back into the slow London fog ; someone was following her. Turning into the succeeding alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to take her liveliness. The mild clink on the street Harlan Fiske Stone plus an even mild tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded name started to turn the niche 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 school principal that was rolling on the soil."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 soundbox covering it with the toughie. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the damn thing vibrating in her script as if it was alive !

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

There was a second 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 weapon back to an obvious opposition ? No, I think I'll knack on to this."

There was a suspire then the figure spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a misunderstanding thinking that you would go down that well-heeled. Alright, I am afford to negotiation, what do you require in club I regain my scythe ?"

Beatrix could only stare at him : negotiate ? What in the pit was he on about ?"You're right about one matter, I am UNSURE as to whom you are. The weapon though I am very sure about, at present, I think it unwise to take back it."

Again the hooded fig gave a sigh,"You don't realize the implication 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 pass a moment, then bod nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to cognize ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a moment. She'd never seen an factor nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first inquiry, who in the fuck are you ? Second, how in the Hades were you able-bodied to postdate me ? third, who do you put to work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a motley fool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Kelt, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse, King Yama by the Hindu, Yama by the Chinese. Do you involve more ? I have been called Thanatos by the Hellenic, though the name you might know of best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe observation as the image tried to suddenly hurtle and wrench it from her range."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to conceive that you are death ? If I remember veracious you can take any animation just by your touch."

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the land, it stated,"Under pattern fortune that would be avowedly, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to hold 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 proof, now !"

"I can't rent a soul before it's appointed metre. I can't just take a individual 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 delight end up our business so I can continue on ?"last asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to reckon a way to wrest the scythe from her.

"Okay, suppose that I believe you ? You were talking about a passel ?"This seemed to pick up up the digit of Death.

Shaking his header emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a deal, what is it that you wish ? power, money, perpetual life story ? What can I give you that will deliver you dispense with it ?"

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

"Your prison term was twelve proceedings ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rare face in that you not only take heed me but saw me sooner. I can cede 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 matter can ever concede it !"Beatrix spit out at the physique of Death.

"What ? You are correct, there is only one who can and they are the only one who can,"Death said, a blow out of the water sound in its voice.

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

"postponement !"She heard the voice of dying behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose time is at an end must be released or the world will farm unbalanced ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the world !"

whirling, she saw that Death was trying to bewitch up to her."right ! 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 end."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the only thing that can put down Death."

There was a deform 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 powerful than destruction. Something powerful enough to make destruction handclasp and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? Angels ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a phonation spoke to her.

"Beatrix, I have felt the painfulness that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you relinquish the scythe ?"The beautiful, mighty vocalism 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 poke out life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a fiddling, but this was for him.

There was a moment of pause before the interpreter said,"The desire of your love has been granted. please remember that I love him as I do you. reach the scythe to destruction and then all will be right."

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

Just then her five twelvemonth old came flying out of the house. Tears started again in her centre. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the pace she started to kiss his fiddling expression. Beatrix blinked what in the hell was going on ? She was in the front yard of her old domicile, the home that her son was ...

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

Laughing a minuscule, Beatrix could only shake her head as she held the piffling boy tighter to her. Suddenly, there was a squealing as a car came screaming down the street. Running over the sidewalk not xx feet from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her read/write head as a dark hooded anatomy saluted her and floated after the car .