Revenge
The table with the rubbing alcohol:
Thrax managed to climb out of the beaker with rubbing alcohol. He lay on the table breathing hard. The alcohol hadn't killed him but it hurt him badly. He had a deep wound in his chest from where the liquid had begun to "eat" him. His left arm was broken from fall when he was stuck on the false eyelash. Suddenly a figure was by Thrax side and carefully lifted him up and then ran fast back into Frank. Thrax fell unconscious from the pain.
The Liver:
The figure carried Thrax through the streets and into an abounded building. Thrax was placed on a bed and his trenchcoat and shirt were removed. The figure began to bandage the wound on Thrax chest then focused on the broken arm. When the arm was taken care off the figure took a step back to observe the work.
"Oh, baby what have you done to yourself?" the figure spoke in a female voice.
Her name was Sanx and she was a virus of the same sort as Thrax but her skin was not red but light blue and she had purple hair that hang lose to her shoulders. She wore a red top and black leather pants with black combat boots. She had the same clawed hands as Thrax but her index finger on her left hand wasn't as long as Thrax.
Sanx sat down beside Thrax on the bed. She softly stroked his forehead and then gently placed a kiss on his lips. Thrax moved a little and then slowly opened his yellow eyes. At first he was confused and didn't know where he was. Then Sanx came into view and he became calm at once. He tried to speak but the pain in his chest was to great and Sanx silent him with a finger to his lips.
"Don't speak but try to get some rest baby, I wont disappear." Sanx told him when she saw the worried look on his face.
She removed her finger from his lips and placed her own lips on his for a second before she backed away. Thrax smiled at her before he fell asleep.
*Thrax belongs to WB. Sanx belong to me.*
The table with the rubbing alcohol:
Thrax managed to climb out of the beaker with rubbing alcohol. He lay on the table breathing hard. The alcohol hadn't killed him but it hurt him badly. He had a deep wound in his chest from where the liquid had begun to "eat" him. His left arm was broken from fall when he was stuck on the false eyelash. Suddenly a figure was by Thrax side and carefully lifted him up and then ran fast back into Frank. Thrax fell unconscious from the pain.
The Liver:
The figure carried Thrax through the streets and into an abounded building. Thrax was placed on a bed and his trenchcoat and shirt were removed. The figure began to bandage the wound on Thrax chest then focused on the broken arm. When the arm was taken care off the figure took a step back to observe the work.
"Oh, baby what have you done to yourself?" the figure spoke in a female voice.
Her name was Sanx and she was a virus of the same sort as Thrax but her skin was not red but light blue and she had purple hair that hang lose to her shoulders. She wore a red top and black leather pants with black combat boots. She had the same clawed hands as Thrax but her index finger on her left hand wasn't as long as Thrax.
Sanx sat down beside Thrax on the bed. She softly stroked his forehead and then gently placed a kiss on his lips. Thrax moved a little and then slowly opened his yellow eyes. At first he was confused and didn't know where he was. Then Sanx came into view and he became calm at once. He tried to speak but the pain in his chest was to great and Sanx silent him with a finger to his lips.
"Don't speak but try to get some rest baby, I wont disappear." Sanx told him when she saw the worried look on his face.
She removed her finger from his lips and placed her own lips on his for a second before she backed away. Thrax smiled at her before he fell asleep.
*Thrax belongs to WB. Sanx belong to me.*