Thrax hadn't been in Frank for long and he knew that he needed to gather germs to help him. That's why he was here in the first place, The Zit was a local germ hideout, even if it was new. The club was crazy, dancers everywhere, the beat of the music shaking the tables and the germs were loving the filthy conditions. Thrax didn't care much since it wasn't going to be open for much longer, after all, he has plans to kill Frank and no Frank means no Zit. He was looking for recruits now, yellow-green eyes scanning the crowd from his off to the side table as he fiddled with his DNA necklace. Really, it was actually called a hypothalamus containment thread but many virus' just call it a DNA necklace because of how it could actually hold DNA and other enzymes as well. A waitress comes up to Thrax with a drink on he tray.

"Courtesy of Table 0." She points discreetly in the direction of said table.

Without turning his head, Thrax glances in the direction she pointed in as she left to deliver other drinks. The table was covered in shadows, making the germ sitting there invisible. The only thing Thrax could see were a pair of boots and glowing red eyes staring at him. Thrax grabs the glass and casually walks over to the table and sits down in front of the cell. He rubs a claw along the ring of the mug before pushing towards the cell in front of him. It slides fast but a black hand reaches from the shadows and stops the mug. Thrax takes note of the giant green claws, very much like his own.

"Who are you?" Thrax asks as he eyes the shadow.

A chuckle, deep and rumbling, comes from the shadowed cell. "I have used many names but call me Acid. I'm actually surprised to see you here, Thrax."

Thrax is instantly suspicious. He never gave this cell his name and he was still too new to actually have his name be known around here.

"Oh, I know much about you, La Muerte Roja." The cell whispers. "A genetically modified virus made in a lab, unknowingly. You multiplied fast, too fast and the scientists caught you. They killed most of your strain. The only reason you and a few others are alive is because the scientists had caught you. They died, thinking it was a cold at first and with them any knowledge of your strain."

Thrax can only stare wide eyed at the stranger. All of this is as he said, forgotten knowledge. Only Thrax and two others had escaped. It was one of the reasons why he hated being mislabeled as things such as Ebola. This germ couldn't have known any of that. He couldn't have unless...

"Yes." The shadow in front of him hisses. "I was there. When they had discovered you, Red Death, they had no idea what you were. They were so focused on you, that they didn't see the mutation of their other experiment." Finally, the virus in front of Thrax leaned forward. Half of his face became visible, shocking Thrax completely. They look similar, very similar. Thrax was more shocked that this virus looked more human than cell. "Hello, cousin." The black virus smiles insanely.

"Cousin?"

"Well, yes. We may be of different strains but we were created together, side by side. Plus I'm different then my strain, I had evolved, mutated to survive where the others didn't. I'm the only one left that has even a hint of my original strain. The only survivor." Acid frowns before he smirks. "Can you guess how I evolved?"

Acid lifts his hand from the mug and points his index claw between Thrax's eyes. The claw begins to glow a toxic neon green. Thrax's eyes widen before they narrow in anger. The only way for Acid to have the same ability of his and yet of a different strain is... Thrax smacks the hand away from him before grabbing and yanking the black virus up and into his face. Thrax clenches his teeth and glares at the smirking Virus. Thrax is thankful that no one can really see them in the dark.

"Why!" Thrax demands.

"You should be happy Thrax. I found him dying, half melted already. He begged for me to end him but I knew I was next. So, I offered him a better deal. My strain is acidic, its supposed to take in other cells, melt them and turn them into a poison." Acid puts a claw under Thrax's chin. "However, I needed to evolve, to mutate. So, I did. I melted myself and absorbed myself into him, instead of doing it the other way around. He died, like they always do, but our DNA mixed, our strains twisted together and merged until I was born." Thrax lets Acid go as he thinks about what he was just told. Acid walks behind Thrax and whispers into his ear, "And you wanna know something even better? I'm an Alpha-0." Thrax gasps in surprise and whips around only to find Acid gone, as if he was never there to begin with.

Thrax decides to call it a night and heads to the hotel he is staying at. Taking off his black coat, he collapses onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling, Thrax couldn't help but think about what Acid had told him. An Alpha-0 is rare, very, VERY rare, especially in a mutated, mixed strain like Acid. An Alpha-0 is a type of virus that can procreate with any type of cell without infecting the other cell. In fact, if Acid is a true mixed then he can probably choose which strain is born, Thrax's or his own original strain. However, its so rare that it wouldn't surprise Thrax that the resulting child would be a mixed strain of all three, should he procreate with a regular cell.

Thrax sits up and looks out the window, "Who are you really, Acid?"