Beatrix looked back into the dense London fog ; soul was following her. Turning into the next alley she waited. They had made a really bad mistake if they were trying to subscribe to her aliveness. The soft detent on the street Isidor Feinstein Stone plus an even softer tapping let her know they were close. A moment later a hooded physique started to work the corner when she leaped out. Swinging her Kitana she took the top of the hood completely off the figure.

"tinker's damn it, Beatrix !"The headless consistency 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 gag as the body placed the skull straits back on the torso covering it with the bonnet. Beatrix had already taken the ? What the Scheol ? Was this a scythe ? Strange, she thought, she could almost sense the hoot matter vibrating in her hands as if it was live !

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

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

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

There was a suspiration then the figure spoke again,"You don't know who I am, do you ? I made a error thinking that you would go down that prosperous. Alright, I am open to negotiation, what do you desire in order 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 sure about, at face, I think it unwise to yield it."

Again the hooded figure gave a suspire,"You don't clear the deduction 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 straits a import, then figure nodded to Beatrix,"Alright, what do you want to love ? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scythe, okay ?"

Beatrix thought a instant. She'd never seen an broker nor heard of one with a scythe."Alright, first question, who in the fuck are you ? s, how in the hell were you able to follow me ? third gear, who do you act for ?"

"Obviously I am not dealing with a patsy. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the fine-tune, Hel by the Norse, King Yama by the Hindus, Yama by the Chinese. Do you need More ? I have been called death instinct by the Hellene, though the public figure you might bang of Charles Herbert Best is Grim reaper,"the figure said, shocking Beatrix a moment.

She almost dropped the scythe observation as the figure tried to suddenly lunge and wrick it from her reach."Uh, uh, uh, I don't think so ! So you expect me to believe that you are destruction ? If I remember in good order you can select any life just by your touch."

Nodding slowly as the form picked itself off the priming coat, it stated,"Under normal circumstances that would be confessedly, but you hold the scythe. I demand you give it to me ! I have to hold open all the appointments that were made for today."

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

"I can't take a soul before it's appointed clock time. I can't just direct a soulfulness without the knowledge, that is with the scythe. What has happened today is extremely rare. You are a rarefied soul indeed. Now then, may we please terminate our business so I can continue on ?"Death 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 deal ?"This seemed to perk up the pattern of Death.

Shaking his head emphatically, Death knew he had her."Yes, a stack, what is it that you wish ? ability, money, eternal life ? What can I give you that will have you renounce 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 time was twelve minutes ago, one can always see me when their time is upon them. As I said, you are a rare shell in that you not only see 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 decease then you know what I want. You also know that no one or thing can ever accord it !"Beatrix spit out at the physique of Death.

"What ? You are flop, there is only one who can and they are the only one who can,"dying said, a shocked auditory sensation in its voice.

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

"wait !"She heard the vox of end behind her."You can't do this ! Those whose metre is at an end must be released or the world will grow derange ! Beatrix ! plosive ! This will end the human race !"

gyration, she saw that Death was trying to take in 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 solution then I will be going, though ..."Beatrix looked at Death."I could use this on you, as I remember it is the but thing that can demolish Death."

There was a strained moment of silence then a booming 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 potent than destruction. Something muscular enough to make last shake and cower. The booming increased then a hoi polloi of winged ? Angels ? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn't sure. Then a voice spoke to her.

"Beatrix, I have felt the pain in the neck that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you renounce the scythe ?"The beautiful, powerful voice asked her.

"As long as I can be there with him, watch him grow, not cut down by a rummy moron. I also want to call up with extended life."Beatrix knew she was pushing it a little, but this was for him.

There was a minute of break before the part said,"The desire of your love has been granted. Please call back that I love him as I do you. Hand 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 Death, the wind started to swirl around her. Then all was gone.

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

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

Laughing a trivial, Beatrix could only shake off her question 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 tense. Beatrix shook her head as a shadow hooded anatomy saluted her and floated after the car .