There has only been one virus break out that affected the world to a point where it took out about 1 million of the human population. The very name of said plague strikes fear into every white blood cell, to the point where they are on the very edge of pissing their pants. This Plague is just that bad, causing hard black painful lumps to form on the victim's skin, blood to come out of every opening in the body. It was not just a case of virus that made up the Black Plague, at least 4-5 strains were part of the viral holocaust. But the glory days of those viruses had long since passed, and humans lived in more hygienic conditions. Making it hard for the Black Plague to rein supreme over all humanity once again, sure many lone viruses had tried and failed to bring back the good old days. But the viruses that made up the Black Plague where a dying species, and to become as great as they once were a whole army was required. However that did not stop one pneumonic virus from trying.
All viruses from the Black Plague were rumored to be cocky and lethal to both the body and any cell or germ that stood in their way. They were smart and hard workers, always looking to outdo. But, being so rare in numbers they never traveled together. This was the main reason why this single pneumonic virus sat alone at a club called the 'The Scab' which was located on the elbow. The virus knocked back a puss shot, and then slammed it down on the already shot glass covered bar. Pushing back some of its hair, the virus looked around the club and sneered. This place was vesturing hell just waiting to be bled from the inside out. Smirking, the virus returned its attention to the bar. The bartender walked over. "Can I get you anything else sweet thang?"
The virus looked at the bartender, tossing some of its hair back a pair of pouting lips, a snake slit nose and yellow slit pupated eyes were revealed. The bartender gulped after his costumer glared at him. Suddenly the sound of breaking glass accompanied the heavy rap music playing. The she-virus was crouched on the bar holding the bartender by the color. A long black spike protruding from her left wrist, she was holding it to the neck of the bartender. "Three things darlin, one I ain't sweet and I ain't your thang. Two call me that again and you will be reduced to whimperin pile of slime on the floor. Three, get me a white head Russian."
Pushing the germ away, the she-virus got off the bar and sat down. Chuckling at the look of fear from the germs around her, she adjusted the black sleeve that covered her wine colored skin, allowing the black spike to retract into the pocket of her wrist. Hearing the drink being set down in front of her she snatched it and took a carful sip of the foaming liquid. Spinning in the chair she leaned against the bar and looked at the club. Like it or not she would have to recruit some of these germs to take down this body. Shaking her head in disgust at the thought of having to talk to these low life scums the she-virus finished off her drink. Getting up she snatched her jean jacket and made her way through the horde of dancing germs. She was almost at the door when she felt a hand grab her ass. Snarling, she turned on the spot to find a rather nasty looking germ looking her up and down "Hey sweetness, you looking hot tonight."
A small innocent smile crept onto the she virus's lips. Walking up to the germ she spoke sweetly. All the while her left arm hidden behind her back, she was in no mood for a fight. And she did not want to draw attention to herself any more then she already had. "Listen gamete, I don't take kindly to low life sycophants touching me."
The germ was enraged, both out of rejection and being insulted. "Ok baby, how about this you dance with me and I don't hurt you."
The she-virus chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest, being sure to cover her left wrist. "You know, maybe I was being too harsh on you."
The sudden change in rhythm shocked the germ but slowly he went along. The she-virus drew closer. The germ was taller than her by about an inch or two. Wrapping her right arm around the germ's neck, the she-virus drew her face in. She had retracted the spike in her wrist just before she placed her hand against the germ's shoulder. "After all I do like a strong germ, one who can protect me, care for me." She purred these words. "Keep up with me."
At the word 'keep' the she-virus stabbed the germ in the shoulder. Causing the germ's eyes to widen, boils started to form around the stab wound as the she-virus extracted the spike. The boils popped, blood and puss came flowing out onto the floor. Then a black liquid began to seep from the boils. The germ was about to scream. But instead he started to vomit a black gunk like liquid. Falling on the floor the germ shook as the black substance began to consume its body. Within thirty seconds the germ had been reduced to a pile or boiling tar on the floor. "There is a lesson one must learn in all this, never mess with the Rev."