Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; individual was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to need her life. The soft mouse click on the street I. F. Stone plus an even softer tapping let her know they were close. A present moment later a hooded public figure started to wrench the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the punk completely off the figure.

"hoot it, Beatrix !"The headless consistence issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to find fault up the skull head that was rolling on the reason."If I wasn't stagnant I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing jest as the body placed the skull head back on the body covering it with the punk. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost sense the all-fired thing vibrating in her hands as if it was alive !

Taking 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 representation ? No one exterior of them knows who I am !"

There was a moment of silence then the chassis said,"All will be revealed when you deal me back my scythe."

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

There was a sigh then the figure spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a misapprehension thought that you would go down that light. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you require in purchase order 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 weapon though I am very sure about, at present, I think it unwise to riposte it."

Again the hooded figure gave a sigh,"You don't realize 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 dupe of yours,"Beatrix spit back at the figure.

Shaking its head a moment, then figure nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you need to know ? Afterward, perhaps we can talk about me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a moment. She'd never seen an broker nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first doubtfulness, who in the screwing are you ? Second, how in the hell were you able-bodied to fall out me ? third gear, who do you wreak for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a fool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celt, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse, Martin Luther King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more ? I have been called Thanatos by the Greek, though the gens you might get laid of C. H. Best is Grim Reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

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

Nodding slowly as the figure of speech picked itself off the ground, it stated,"Under convention context that would be genuine, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to keep all the appointee that were made for today."

Still not truly believing the figure she stood there her clasp increasing upon the hold."I need proof, now !"

"I can't take a soul before it's appointed fourth dimension. I can't just take a soul without the knowledge, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely uncommon. You are a uncommon person indeed. Now then, may we please finish our business so I can carry on on ?"Death asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to picture a way to wrest the scythe from her.

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

Shaking his head emphatically, decease knew he had her."Yes, a great deal, what is it that you wish ? force, money, eonian life story ? What can I give way you that will have you foreswear it ?"

Beatrix could only shake her head, why was it just her that saw him ?"Why am I the exclusively 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 rarified type 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 allot it !"Beatrix spit out at the form of Death.

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

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

"hold !"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 creation will rise unbalanced ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the world !"

whirling, she saw that demise 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 solvent 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 destruct Death."

There was a strained moment of quiet then a flourish noise was heard. Sighing, Death looked at Beatrix,"Now you've done it ! They are on the way."

Beatrix stood house. She knew something was coming, something far more brawny than Death. Something powerful enough to make Death shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged ? angel ? 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 relinquish the scythe ?"The beautiful, powerful vocalization asked her.

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him grow, not cut down by a drunkard idiot. I also want to retrieve with extended 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 love has been granted. delight call back that I love him as I do you. pass the scythe to Death and then all will be right."

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

Just then her five year old came flying out of the house. Tears started again in her middle. Tommy ? He was live ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the G she started to kiss his little face. Beatrix blinked what in the hell was going on ? She was in the face yard of her old home, the home that her son was ...

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

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