So, I watched the movie for the first time in like seven years. WOW. This needs more well-written fanfictions, seriously. So I decided to go ahead and write a...piece of crap first chapter, but hopefully a good story overall. Read and review, if you please!
Disclaimer: Osmosis Jones and its characters belong to WB, not to me. I don't think I could handle owning Thrax, really...the burns would hurt.
Unraveling
Chapter 1: Heat
"Whew!" Osmosis Jones leaned against the wall of the precinct in relief. "I never thought we'd ditch those reporters."
"You did just save the city," Leah reminded him. "They're going to want to talk to you." Osmosis sighed and nodded.
"I know that." He stood. "Listen, I gotta talk to the chief for a minute." He held up a hand, heading to the Chief's office.
"Jones! Come in, come in." The chief waved him in eagerly. Osmosis smirked slightly, remembering the treatment he had gotten the last time he was in this office. "What'cha need, son?" Osmosis sighed. Here was the hard part.
"Chief, I need a…favor…" he said awkwardly, trying to figure out the best way to word his request.
"Anything for you, Jones," the chief said, smiling. "What do you need?"
"Well…" Osmosis hesitated. "I was just wondering if I could have Thrax's chain. As a reminder, you know?" The chief's smile faltered for a moment, surprised.
"Oh…well, sure. Not a problem. They probably still have it up at the hypothalamus gland; go right ahead." Osmosis smiled.
"Thanks chief." He walked out, back to where Leah and Drix were waiting for him.
"What was that about?" Leah asked curiously.
"It's nothin'," Osmosis shrugged. "I gotta head up to the hypothalamus real quick. You guys just wait for me back home." Leah and Drix exchanged confused looks as Ozzy headed out.
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"Hey, fellas," Ozzy greeted the scientists working. "The place looks great- good as new." "Oh, Officer Jones!" one of the cells said, surprised. "Do you need something?"
"You guys still have that chain, right?" Ozzy questioned. The scientists looked a bit confused.
"Y-yes sir…why?" one said, frowning slightly.
"Well, I was hoping I could have it. It's kind of important." Ozzy shrugged, trying to sound casual.
"Oh…w-well, sure thing, Officer Jones." The scientist headed to the back, picking up a small, tightly sealed box. He handed it to Ozzy. "It's in still in tact, but we didn't want it to just be lying around…"
"I got it." Ozzy pried the lid off, pulling out the long chain. The little DNA beads from almost two dozen of Thrax's previous victims glowed from within the chain. Ozzy held it tightly. "Thanks." The scientist nodded, returning to the instrument panels. Ozzy turned to go, glancing at the large double helix in the center of the room. That's when he heard the voice.
Baby, you are looking fine today. Osmosis turned quickly, eyes wide with surprise. There was no one but him and the scientists in the room. He shook his head. It was only his imagination- Thrax was dead, and he wasn't coming back. He had seen him fall into the alcohol. No one could have survived that. He walked out, absently coiling the chain around his hand.
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Ozzy sighed, throwing his jacket over the back of a chair as he walked in his apartment. "Welcome home, Oz." Leah smiled, wrapping her arms around him. She kissed him, which he returned with a smile. "You finish whatever it was you needed to do?"
"Yeah, I got it." Ozzy held up the chain, smiling. Leah frowned slightly.
"That's what you went to get?" she said, confused. "Why?" Ozzy shrugged.
"I'm not sure. I'm not really sure. It just feels like it'll be important later," he said, looking at the chain. Leah nodded.
"Alright, if you think so…" She released him. "You look exhausted. You should get some rest."
"Sounds good to me," Ozzy agreed, stifling a yawn. He headed down the hall to the bedroom. He fell onto the bed, asleep almost instantly. The beads in the chain began to pulse with light.
-x-X-x-
The first thought that occurred to him was that he was cold. It wasn't that he wasn't warm…he wasn't burning anymore. The alcohol. He had been dropped in alcohol, and had been burning. The virus sat up, looking around at unfamiliar surroundings. He had to be dead. That was the only explanation. He stood, frowning at the small, cluttered room. He walked over to the single small window, looking out at the dark city. His yellow eyes widened in surprise. He was in the City of Frank- but how? He shook his head. That didn't matter now. All that mattered was getting back what was his. He wanted his chain back.
"Jones…" Thrax hissed the name, turning away from the window. He turned on his heel, walking out. The apartment was dark and empty, obviously belonging to a bachelor from the state it was in. Here and there were a few clean spots, most likely a roommate or a girlfriend. Thrax ignored most of it, heading straight for the door. He shoved it open carelessly, heading outside.
"Now…where to look…" he said under his breath.
Flu shot… Some small voice in the back of his head spoke. Thrax frowned, confused by this. What did he care about some flu shot? Still, the small voice pestered him, that that flu shot was somehow important. That he should be angry about the whole thing. Shaking his head to clear it, Thrax slipped away from the apartment.
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He found the virus in the slums of the city. Chick pock fighting- how small-time. He needed to get the virus alone. A piece of rubble clattered nearby, and Thrax grinned. He tossed the chunk experimentally in his hand, the long claw on his left hand glowing orange.
"C'mon, step up! Place your bets!" the flu shot called, grabbing money quickly as the chicken pocks wrestled in the center of the circle. Without warning, a piece of red hot rubble flew into the ring, exploding on the ground. The virus stumbled backwards, the other germs scattering in fear. "Man, what the hell?" the virus snapped, irritated. "Who threw that?" he demanded. "Y'all just ruined my business!"
"I didn't feel like waiting in line." The virus's head jerked up, and Thrax's claw was immediately at his throat.
"Th-Th-Thrax!" the virus stammered, eyes wide with fear. "But you-you're supposed to be-!"
"Dead, right?" Thrax curled his lip. "I was just wondering who was it that told Jones about the meeting at the Zit?" His claw hovered inches from the other virus's throat.
"I…uh…I mean, I didn't-" His stammering abruptly turned to a scream of agony. Thrax turned away from the bubbling corpse, disgusted. He looked up, frowning. Frank would be waking up soon. He needed a place to hide out, and fast- the last thing he needed was the Immunities catching on to him after he had just gotten back in. Leaving the flu shot's dissolving corpse behind, he slipped away. He used as many shortcuts and back ways as he could, avoiding anywhere there might be cells that could see him. He slowed to a stop, looking up at the dead end of the alley. He leaned on the wall, a wave of fatigue washing over him. He fell to his knees, one hand on the wall. His claw heated up, melting a large crater in the wall. His hand fell limply to his side, and unconsciousness washed over him.
Can anyone figure out what's happening just from this chapter? If so, I'm pretty impressed. If not, you'll just have to wait for an update! :3