Hi OJ fans!

This is basically a fic about how Blaine escaped from the evil Virus Exploration facility, which I will explain in the authors note at the BOTTOM. I am also (stealing) introducing a new female virus! She's one of the lesser known viruses of the Epidemic, but probably one of the GREATEST. Her names Hepatitus Echidna, and she works and kills with her partner in crime, Albert E Bola. Everything will be explained in later chapters, don't worry :)

For all those that don't know, The Epidemic is a Thrax-supporting club on DeviantArt, that has a whole host of viruses for you lovely readers to explore =D

Blaine is copyright Umah/MadKittyCat

Fox Senor is copyright Umah/MadKittyCat

Zeus/Angela is copyright Umah/MadKittyCat

Echidna is copyright Chulala

Albert E Bola is copyright Chulala

And heeeeere it is!

Blaine's claw hurt. Everything hurt. The most recent slashes on his red, taut skin were already fading, but the brand that had burned his 'name' into his neck still sizzled as fiercely as it had done 10 years ago.

He was in an all white sterilised room. Various instruments of torture lay on a metal table opposite, and as he tossed back a stray dreadlock, he glimpsed the dull floodlight above him. Dormant. Waiting for another torture session. He growled at it from between his sharp teeth, and winced as the tiny exertion of speaking sent pain twisting around his throat. It was only then that he realised that they had sliced the area around his neck violently yesterday.

Blaine Muerte did not belong in a torture chamber. He belonged with his father, Zeus, and his brother Damien, out on the outskirts of some infected body. He still remembered the vivid moment when he had been kidnapped. Gently leaning back his bound head, he allowed himself to remember the most terrifying moment of his life.

Damien was such an IDIOT, he thought. Such a limp, sad idiot. A ten year old Blaine kicked angrily at a passing amoebae, and it shrieked at him, babbling nonsense.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

He sensed steady footsteps coming up behind him, and sighed. He knew it was his father, coming to comfort or reprimand him. Probably both. The anger flared up for Damien again, and he snarled. Damien and Blaine were twins. They both had sharp, angular faces, red skin, yellow eyes and the dark blue dreadlocks. Like Dad. However, they were as unlike in personalities as they were similar in appearance.

Damien was a gentle, caring soul, who only wished to help others. He was his mother's favourite, and had Zeus's compassion. Blaine was violent and vicious, who revelled in others pain and misery. But after all, didn't all viruses? Damien was a loner amongst virus children, who ridiculed him for his nature. A shadow blocked out the burning sun above him, and he glanced upward.

A surprised shout escaped him as a rough sack was forced over his head, barring light and air from Blaine. Outraged, he struck out at the stranger, his index finger glowing. They blocked his swipes with ease, and he heard them chuckle sadistically. There was an intense pain, a more horrible pain than he had ever felt in his small life, and he realised behind a blur of tears that they had stamped on his little finger, completely crushing it beneath a shoe. A black fog engulfed his mind, and in the gloom of the sack red dots popped before his eyes. The scarlet pools whirled, and he dully sensed being tossed into a vehicle before blacking out.

And now, at the grand age of 22, he knew what had happened. His kidnapper had a name. And a top secret, virus-torturing laboratory. And the name was Fox Senor. A mergence between two species – virus and cell – had shamed him and he hated all viruses, despite his genetic bloodline of being part HIV. The HIV part of Fox showed in his white, white skin, the blood-red eyes, and the short, sharp claws which a normal HIV virus would use to infect.

Fox, however, had left his mark on Blaine in many ways. Namely torture. The other methods pained Blaine's memory even after all this time. Fox wished to break Blaine's will. But as long as Damien, Zeus, and his mother, Angela, remained fresh in his memory, he would never surrender. He was a Muerte, for God's sakes! However, Blaine could feel inside of him his sanity slipping away, and, try as he might, he couldn't stop his mind becoming slowly numb.

There was a familiar creak, and Blaine raised his head wearily. Fox Senor strode in, flanked by 5 of his security guards. As per usual. Brown coat flapping around his ankles, Fox reached Blaine and that hated face broke into a cold grin.

"Hello, F5."

Blaine winced internally, and his branded name flared in sympathy. F5 was his given 'name' by the scientists, along with the company name VE below. Normally, Blaine would give a cocky, smooth retort, but with this throat throbbing painfully, he could only glare with bright yellow eyes. Fox smirked.

"Cat got your tongue? No matter. I would normally loosen it for you, but today is a very special day, and I need you conscious. Do you know what today is?"

Blaine didn't have a clue what he was on about, but he covered up his confusion with fake smugness, pretending he knew what Fox was talking about, and more.

Fox growled. It didn't take much to set him off. He couldn't stand Blaine equally as Blaine couldn't stand him, and normally Blaine would be writhing and screaming in pain. But for some unknown reason, he was, in his terms, safe. Fox uncurled his fists and grabbed a syringe from a sterilised tray nearby. Often that syringe would be filled with various poisons and on one horrible instance, a tiny, insignificant drop of alcohol, but today a security guard handed Fox a clear liquid, which he poured into the syringe.

Marching up to Blaine, he ground the needle point against a grinder, and then forced the blunt needle into Blaine's neck with a murderous smile. It took all of Blaine's restraint and some of his dwindling supply of sanity to not scream and tear open what remained of his ravaged throat. He needed it to heal, and then he could yell abuse and shout as loud as he could at the grinning Senor that faced him. He focused on that, and, gradually, the pain lessened, but left a stinging sensation in the side of his neck where the needle still stuck.

Fox depressed the plunger, and there was a sudden refreshness to his body. His skin felt fresh, albeit with scars, but there was no bleeding, raw patches of peeling red or still-healing gashes across his skin. His throat had healed instantly, and he found that when he sighed as the feeling spread, there was no hurt at all. In short, Blaine hadn't felt this way in YEARS. His chained claws flexed, and he could feel the precious inner glow of his unused talon rush toward it. After a few jaw movements, Blaine was ready to insult Fox out of his diseased mind.

It wasn't meant to be, and a re-enforced gag was bound bruisingly hard around his mouth. He fruitlessly tried to bite through with his razor-sharp fangs, but, as was the norm, the gag was specially made for him and him alone. Fox often called it his 'dog-muzzle'.

"I bet you are wondering why I've done this. Why I've injected with you with a healing serum – weakened, but a serum all the same. Let me explain. Tonight, I am having a ball. All my colleagues and esteemed funders are invited, and YOU, F5, are the main attraction. You see, all my guests are particularly excited about a certain torture session mentioned on the invitation slip..."

Blaine felt a fear creep into his heart that had not been felt for a long time.

"...and that is why I need you good and healthy! That wound we implanted around your throat, to test on Malaria viruses, had seriously damaged your voice box. We need you to be able to scream! Where's the fun in a silent torture session? Of course, I am far to civilised to address the guests with a 'torture session'. I've called it, well, a live experiment. Just tested on my lowest, most worthless test subject."

Blaine ached to ask what they were going to do to him. His proud resolve was beginning to crumble, and the silent cracks of fear were beginning to appear. Finally, it broke, and he screamed it into the gag, beads of perspiration exploding from his forehead as he struggled against the restraints. Fox was deliriously thrilled at this, but put on a false facade of calm.

" Hmm? What are we going to do to you? We are going to SLICE you upon, show all the guests your magnificent internal system, and then put everything else back in. And when you are begging to be killed, we are going to slowly cut you apart, and sell parts of you a million sugar crystals a piece from your still wriggling body! Doesn't that sound fun?"

Fox didn't hold back on his excitement, and a malicious glint shone in his eyes as he came face to face with the boiling Muerte. None of them had noticed the light had began to dim, and a nervous guard dressed in a plain suit enter.

"Sir?"

Fox whipped round, angry at his triumph being spoiled.

"WHAT?"

"S-sorry to disturb you sir, but the guests are beginning to arrive, and –"

"Shut up, you idiot, I know."

Fox turned to Blaine and grinned.

"So, looks like this is the last time I see you sane! I must say, I won't miss a bit of it. Not the screaming, the torture, the dark autumn days where I would cut away at you and inject various chemicals into your blood stream...all in the name of science! The sound of your blood being spilt on this floor – Oh, wait, looks like I will miss it!"

Fox cackled and waltzed out of the white room, leaving behind Blaine. As soon as the bespectacled madman had left, Blaine went mad. In his mind, he was chasing after Fox, sinking his claws into his pale flesh, ripping apart limbs and clutching in strong claws scraps of skin and muscle. His dark blood Blaine would drink, and his organs would be torn apart from his living body and turned to ash with a touch of a talon. And, for the piesta resistance, Blaine would reach down, Fox's blood staining his red lips, and pluck out Fox's still beating heart...

But this was all in his mind. Blaine screamed in rage, and fought so violently the special restraints almost broke against his tough skin, and he bit his own tongue in his haste to tear the gag. Blood filled his fanged mouth, and he spat it out into the gag in disgust, trembling as it trickled down his sharp chin. With a herculean effort, Blaine turned his head toward the single, barred window in the white bit back a sob as he heard the guests laughing, and inside his broken heart almost stopped beating. Outside, the sun's rays shone red on the cracked earth outside. Blood red.

So, first chapter! Yeah, a little gory, but hey, this is Blaine we are talking about!

If you are hoping for Thrax to appear, don't worry. Blaine and Thrax take alternate turns for chapters until Thrax meets Echidna and well...spoilers!

Oh, and any Doctor Who fans out there? Did you see the Angel episode? Freakin' scary man!

SJ

P.S If you want the chapters longer, review! And don't worry, this is relatively short because it's just an introduction :)