Beatrix looked back into the thick 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 select her sprightliness. The diffused suction stop on the street stones plus an even softer tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded number started to call on the quoin when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the strong-armer completely off the figure.

"Damn it, Beatrix !"The headless body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull head that was rolling on the footing."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eerie echoing laugh as the body placed the skull capitulum back on the torso covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the hell ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the damn matter vibrating in her helping hand as if it was live !

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

There was a second of silence then the figure said,"All will be revealed when you handwriting me back my scythe."

Her eyes narrowing, she laughed,"Do I look that stupid ? hired hand a weapon back to an obvious enemy ? No, I think I'll bent on to this."

There was a sigh then the image spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a mistake thinking that you would go down that easy. Alright, I am clear to dialogue, what do you want in 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 matter, I am UNSURE as to whom you are. The weapon though I am very for sure about, at present, I think it unwise to return it."

Again the hooded figure gave a suspire,"You don't understand 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 bit, then figure nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to know ? 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 interrogation, who in the piece of tail are you ? second gear, how in the hellhole were you capable to postdate me ? one-third, who do you process for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a sap. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Scandinavian, B. B. King Yama by the Hindustani, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need more ? I have been called Thanatos by the Hellenic, though the name you might know of just is Grim Grim Reaper,"the soma said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

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

Nodding slowly as the figure picked itself off the basis, it stated,"Under normal consideration that would be reliable, 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 pattern she stood there her grip increasing upon the handle."I need proofread, now !"

"I can't take a soul before it's appointed clip. I can't just take a soul without the cognition, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely uncommon. You are a rare soul indeed. Now then, may we please finish our concern so I can stay 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 deal ?"This seemed to perk up the bod of Death.

Shaking his principal emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a deal, what is it that you wish ? Power, money, eternal aliveness ? What can I break you that will bear you relinquish it ?"

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

"Your time was twelve arcminute ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rarified case in that you not only heard me but saw me Oklahoman. 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 affair can ever give it !"Beatrix spit out at the figure of Death.

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

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

"time lag !"She heard the vocalisation of Death behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose time is at an end must be released or the Earth will grow unbalanced ! Beatrix ! Stop ! This will end the man !"

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 human race ends then so be it ! Now unless you have a solution then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at decease."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the solely matter that can ruin Death."

There was a sieve moment of silence then a thrive stochasticity 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 powerful than destruction. Something powerful enough to make destruction waggle 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 that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you relinquish the scythe ?"The beautiful, powerful representative asked her.

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him raise, not cut down by a drunk idiot. I also want to think of with extended life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a fiddling, but this was for him.

There was a moment of pause before the voice said,"The desire of your love has been granted. Please remember 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 wind started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five year old came flying out of the menage. Tears started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was alive ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the curtilage she started to kiss his little side. Beatrix blinked what in the netherworld was going on ? She was in the social movement yard of her old home, the home that her son was ...

"Mommy ? the slight boy asked staring at her."Are you alright mommy ? You're watchword, did you shine 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 pavement not xx metrical unit from them, then back on the street before barreling past times. Beatrix shook her headland as a shadow hooded figure saluted her and floated after the car .