Roxy

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I do not own Thrax or any of the characters from "Osmosis Jones"; they are property of Warner Brothers. I do own my character, Roxy.

Rated PG for a few things, but mainly violence.

This is for I am a Potato, for being a major Thrax fan.

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One year ago...

A family of four treaded through the long grasses of the hiking trail, unaware that trouble was near. Hidden by the swamp ooze and cattails was the carcass of a raccoon, riddled with germs and diseases.

A virus looked up from the tip of the dead raccoon's nose. "Perfect targets," he said, keeping his eyes on the father inparticular. "All four of their DNA beads will be perfect for my collection."

Suddenly, the little girl's foot became trapped in the muck. "Mommy! Daddy!" she called to her parents. "Help me! I'm stuck!"

As the little girl's parents came back to help their daughter, Thrax spread his cape, waiting for the low draft to carry him up to them. He caught the air draft, and when he got close enough to the little girl's hair, he grasped one of the strands.

Soon enough, the little girl's foot was free and the family was on the move again. As the girl's hair swayed with her movement, Thrax swung from lock to lock, hoping to get close enough to the nose or mouth to get inside.

Finally, the family stopped to rest and catch their breath. By then, the deadly virus was on the girl's bangs.

Thrax was about to let go and glide in through the little girl's mouth when he saw a strange figure on the opposite side of her face. It looked almost like him, except the tentacles were longer and the face somewhat smaller and softer.

He snorted in annoyance. "Another virus?" he thought aloud. "Trying to steal the target I selected first? I don't think so, baby."

In any case, Thrax ignored this stranger. He knew that he could easily overpower many viral diseases and, sometimes, those of his own species. This virus was not a threat to him, but merely a distraction.

Thrax glided down towards the mouth. He was about to be breathed in by the little girl when something hit him hard against his side. He opened his eyes to see the virus he had seen earlier, now gliding up against the little girl's lips.

Thrax wasn't about to let this little girl go; children were usually good enough targets when he couldn't get close to the adults. If he let this virus have it's way, he wouldn't get another target until the next human came along (which in itself isn't very likely).

Thrax glided towards the virus and landed on the little girl's nose. He carefully edged his way down the ridge of the nose until he was dangling above her left nostril. He saw the other virus trying to squeeze in through the lip folds.

In an instant, Thrax launched himself at the virus and successfully rammed the virus away from the little girl's lips. Unfortunately, Thrax also launched himself away from the little girl, but he would rather lose a victim with another virus than let another virus take his victim.

The two diseases spun through the air, falling ever closer to the swamp waters. Both of them were engulfed in a wave of algae when they finally hit the swamp ooze. A few seconds passed before either of them bothered to stand. Finally, Thrax arose from the blanket of algae and brushed the bits of plant off his trenchcoat.

He turned, noticing that the other virus was still facedown in the grime. Thrax walked towards the unfortunate virus. "Serves you right," he jeered. "No one comes between me and my targets."

Suddenly, a muffled noise came from the virus. Obviously, it was trying to verbally fight back by giving it's own caustic remark.

Thrax was a little confused. He thought he had done away with this virus, like he did with all of his victims. Still, he kneeled down, grabbed the back of the virus' head, and raised it to his eye level, hoping the virus would clarify itself.

Indeed, this virus was very much like him- the exact same species, too! The only real difference was that the virus was... well, female. Her face was softer and not as large or inclined as his was. Her eyes were also little more slanted, but those were the only noticeable differences of her face.

Swamp ooze dripping down her face, she spat a piece of algae out of her mouth and into Thrax's face. "I said, 'it was my target too, you moronic imbecile'!"

Thrax immediately let go of the virus' face and let it slam back into the muck and grime of the swamp waters. "No wonder I could defeat you so quickly," he said, rolling his eyes. "You're a chick virus."

Angered, the other virus stood quickly and glared into Thrax's eyes. "What did you call me?" she barked, spitting out more algae bits.

Thrax stood as well, grinning menacingly. "Chick virus." he taunted.

The female virus sneered as she threw a hard punch. However, Thrax stopped her fist halfway and squeezed it, crunching her hand like a potato chip.

When he finally let go, the other virus recoiled her hand in pain. She then noticed Thrax's battle stance and grinned with brilliance. The virus leaned in very close to Thrax. "If you attempt to hurt me again in any way, you're getting hit in a certain place where the sun don't shine." she threatened.

Thrax rolled his eyes. "Bring it on, baby," he mocked. "Not as if you could do any real dam-"

Suddenly, the female virus kicked Thrax harder than she ever kicked anyone before. Where did she kick him? Well, let's just say that it's below the waist and above the knees.

Thrax screeched in pain. He stumbled to his knees, the sting of the virus' blow overcoming his strength to stand. He closed his eyes momentarily, and then looked up to see the proud face of the one who caused him torment.

"Just who do you think you are, doing that to me?" Thrax questioned the virus. "What possessed you to kick me in the... in the..." He couldn't quite put it into words and finally gave up trying.

The female virus kneeled down to Thrax's level and smiled. "Just thought I'd show you that I'm as good as you are," she said, tapping the middle of his face with her long claw. "By the way, my name's not 'Baby'; it's Roxy."

Thrax sneered in anger. "Close enough," he mocked. "I'm Thrax."

Roxy stood and looked down at him. "You're looking for another kick there, aren't you Thrax?" she needled with a grin.

By this time, Thrax's pain had left him for the most part, so he stood the best he could and confronted Roxy. "Well, thanks to you," he blamed, "I don't have a victim, and all you can think about is the torment you can cause me?"

"News flash, macho man!" Roxy pointed out. "It was my victim, too! We both lost the same victim! However, I could still have it if it weren't for your egotistical dreams of pushing 'a chick virus' out of the way!"

Thrax was furious; Roxy was putting all the blame on him! "Hey, I am not egotistical!" he yelled in rage. "I am simply stating the facts! You are young, reckless, and inexperienced! I might also add that you have absolutely no respect for those who are clearly more advanced than you are! I am not the virus here who is overreacting- you are!"

Roxy was shocked. "How did you know that this was my first time?" she asked in wonder.

"Isn't it obvious?" Thrax replied in a 'no duh' manner. "Your tactics are poor and not well thought out- the rookie plan of 'getting rid of every other disease before entering the body'. It is a good plan for starters, but only if the diseases that you are dealing with are not those of your own species. In that case, you should have let me pass into this body, as your superior."

Roxy lowered her head in thought. "I never really thought about that in context before," she admitted, then raising her head. "It's strange, though; I'm about as old as you are, but here I am- still a rookie."

Suddenly, Thrax had an idea. He grinned as he walked over to Roxy and put his hand on her shoulder. "Well, if you want to stay a rookie, that's perfectly acceptable with me," he said as she looked up into his face, "but I suggest that you find a teacher and become more advanced."

Roxy nodded, as she knew what Thrax was really saying. "Are you telling me that you want to be my tutor?" she guessed, smiling.

"If you'll let me." Thrax offered.

Roxy extended her hand for a handshake. "Thanks," she said with gratitude.

Thrax pushed her open palm away from him. "No, really," he said. "It's my pleasure."