"It burns… Please!"
"Should have thought about it before."
"I beg for mercy! Please, not in front of my daughter!"
"Mercy? What am I, a priest?"
"PLEASE!"
"Sorry, I don't negotiate with blood cells- ."
Thrax shot his eyes wide open as he hurled himself out of bed, gasping for breath. He looked around the dark bedroom while his heart began to pound beneath his exoskeleton. He breathed a sigh of relief. It had just been the work of yet another flashback, just like last night. And the one before that.
As he sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow, the virus looked out his apartment window. He had found comfort in it lately, since the nightmares had grown in numbers in the passing weeks. He breathed in the chilly peppermint air of Frank. Thank ectoplasm he's brushing his teeth for once. Thrax thought, fiddling his long red fingers with his left index claw. It glowed brightly, then faded like the fire inside him.
Suddenly, a large crash erupted from the alleyway. Thrax jumped to his feet and leaned out the window, still in just his evening boxers. Then a scream reached his ears. His first reaction was grabbing a pair of pants and running downstairs with his nerve gun. What ever happened to a little peace and quiet? He asked himself. Still, he didn't waste any time to stop.
He turned the corner into the alley, where he could hear the sound of punches swinging through the night. Then a gaggle of laughter sounded from a group of germs at the end of the alleyway. "Well, you fight strong for a blood cell, don't you?" a voice boomed, still fighting off his laughter. Another chimed in, "Yeah, especially when you're so skinny! Hehe…"
A low growl sounded from behind the wall of germs, in the form of a female voice. "How dare you! Get out of my way or I swear I'll - Ahh!" A trash can toppled over, and the sound of a back being pounded against a wall came to Thrax's ears. He clenched his fists as he heard the young woman groan in agony. He peered down at his claw, which was glowing bright red. His blood was boiling.
"Now, look, sweetheart, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, and it looks to me you'd like it done hard…" the germ that pinned her to the wall said, licking his lips and leaning in to kiss her. She punched him in the gut. "I don't think so, freak." she said defiantly. That's when the germs began to attack her. About a dozen of them, all pulling her down to the ground, entwining themselves with her body. Thrax had seen enough.
One by one he stabbed, slashed, and skewered the germs until they all lied on the ground, oozing and moaning. He looked down and saw her body, laying twisted on her side with her long tresses of her thick, clotted hair layered across her face. He narrowed his eyes and looked closer. She was breathing, but barely. As he slid his fingers underneath her, she cooed a little, tender to the touch. As her hair feel, it revealed the most beautiful face he had ever seen. She was indeed a red blood cell. Her body frame was slender and thin, but curved like that of a woman. Her lips were soft, and seemed to whisper to Thrax. Kiss us... Thrax gulped, trying to resist his urges.
For a moment, he just stared down at her, the unconscious beauty whose name he did not know. He smiled for the first time in the longest while, then proceeded to carry her back upstairs. As he walked, he thought to himself. At least some good came out of tonight. However, my bed is too unkempt for this overnight guest. I'll make her a place to sleep on the couch… Hey, I may actually use the kitchen for once… And that was when it hit him that he had fallen in love with her.
To Be Continued…
What A Lovely Way To Burn… {Thrax X OC}
