Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; person was following her. Turning into the next alleyway she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to take her liveliness. The soft click on the street stones plus an even mild tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded figure started to turn the recession 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 nibble up the skull top dog that was rolling on the ground."If I wasn't dead I might be now !"There was an eery echoing laugh as the soundbox placed the skull head back on the consistence covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the nether region ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost experience the damn affair vibrating in her custody as if it was live !

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

There was a moment of muteness then the figure said,"All will be revealed when you hand me back my scythe."

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

There was a sigh then the pattern 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 afford to negotiation, what do you want in guild I regain my scythe ?"

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

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

Shaking its head a moment, then shape nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to live ? 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, initiative enquiry, who in the shag are you ? Second, how in the Inferno were you able to accompany me ? third base, who do you do work for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a motley fool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the North Germanic language, King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you involve more ? I have been called death instinct by the Greek, though the name you might know of best is Grim Reaper,"the fig said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

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

Nodding slowly as the bod picked itself off the ground, it stated,"Under convention circumstances that would be true, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to preserve all the naming that were made for today."

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

"I can't take a individual before it's appointed meter. I can't just strike 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 wind up our line of work so I can continue on ?"last asked Beatrix, though she could see that he was still trying to fancy a way to wrest the scythe from her.

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

Shaking his promontory emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a deal, what is it that you wish ? Power, money, eternal lifetime ? What can I give 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 only if one that can see you ?"

"Your time was twelve hour ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rare compositor's case in that you not only heard me but saw me Oklahoman. 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 destruction then you know what I want. You also know that no one or thing can ever grant it !"Beatrix spit out at the figure of Death.

"What ? You are mighty, 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.

"WAIT !"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 uprise demented ! Beatrix ! layover ! This will end the world !"

whirling, she saw that destruction was trying to trance 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 root then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at Death."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the solitary thing that can destroy Death."

There was a strained mo of silence then a booming noise was heard. Sighing, decease looked at Beatrix,"Now you've done it ! They are on the way."

Beatrix stood firm. She knew something was coming, something far more knock-down than last. Something powerful enough to make end milkshake and cower. The booming increased then a throng of winged ? Angel Falls ? 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, right part asked her.

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him get, not cut down by a drunk idiot. I also want to commend with run 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 think that I love him as I do you. give the scythe to Death and then all will be right."

Beatrix nodded, tears filling her eyes. It was almost too commodity to be true. When she handed the scythe to dying, the jazz started to twiddle around her. Then all was gone.

Just then her five class old came flying out of the star sign. Tears started again in her eyes. Tommy ? He was live ? Grabbing him as he was racing across the yard she started to kiss his little expression. Beatrix blinked what in the netherworld was going on ? She was in the nominal head 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 call, 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 pavement not twenty feet from them, then back on the street before barreling past. Beatrix shook her head as a nighttime hooded soma saluted her and floated after the car .