Hello! This is my first Osmosis Jones fanfiction, and I haven't seen the movie in about five years, so there may be some errors. But be nice, 'kay?
The only character in this chapter I own is Mella. It's in her point of view, but the rest of the story is in third person.I was always different. Even my parents would agree with me when I said I didn't fit in. So, through time, I came to accept the fact. I was a red blood cell with three sisters and two brothers. They all did their jobs, carrying oxygen around, but I never found it to be very…fulfilling. I would linger around the house, and when any of my siblings told me I was being lazy, or just ignorant I'd lash out at them.
My mother told me that at one point when I was younger, I got so angry that I actually bit the mayor. I laughed at that.
About 8 years ago, I left home. Nobody knew I left until about a day later. Then there were missing posters everywhere I went. I finally got so fed up with that sort of attention, I not only left the circulatory system, but I left the body I occupying altogether. I took the carotid artery and left through the mouth. I had left the city of Daphne and entered the city of Steven. I stayed around the mouth until I could figure out a plan.
I left the mouth and headed for the stomach, but I took a wrong turn and ended up in the liver instead. It was a terrible place, nothing like the liver in Daphne. The walls were black, and there were more germs than cells. I felt like someone was watching me the entire time. Well, I was being watched. As it would turn out, there was a rabies virion following me around.
When I found him, it was already too late. He struck me with his tentacle-like arm and I was left there unconscious, bleeding cytoplasm on the ground.
When I woke up, I wasn't who I used to be. I had a pale lilac colored membrane instead of red. My eyes had become nothing but black. I also had sharp claws where my stubby little fingers used to be. I also found that my personality had changed, too. Instead of faking kindness to other cells, I just flat out treated them how I wanted, and that was badly. I eventually ended up in some sort of club where germs were free of interference from the immune system. I asked a yellow fever virion what I was. He laughed at me and said:
"You're Rabies, sweetcake! What do you think you are, the common cold?" I frowned at the name he had given me and left, enjoying the fact that my species finally had a match to my personality. The body I had "infected" eventually died of a drug overdose, so I left his body and went to another, and so on and so forth until I had killed about fifty. I had forgotten what it felt like to be a boring old blood cell. I had forgotten what it felt like to love and be loved, like and be liked, and the only feelings I knew were hatred, pride, and wrath.
That is, until I came across him.