-Rex-

I use to live a very simple life back in Shane. It was just me and my mother. Dad was never around. Hell, I'm not even sure if he's even alive. But I don't care much. Mom use to tell me all sorts of story's about him. You see, he was a virus, streptococcus to be exact. I'm a mix between them, half white blood cell, and half strep. Yet I took a lot more after my mother then my father. The only non-cell qualities that I have are the powers, toes, and eyes. Those are easy to cover up though.

Then, I got separated. Long time ago, I was on the false eyelash Shane had stuck on. Unlike blood cells, the air didn't make me scab, so I was safe in the open. Long story short, I saw this big fight, the eyelash fell, and I was stuck in the middle of a beaker of alcohol. The only thing that helped me out was Thrax, a virus I met. I helped him out, because the alcohol didn't dissolve me like it was him, but it still hurt like hell. Let me tell you, he was in bad shape. To our luck some clumsy nurse spilled the container, setting us free. Yet, I was only able to get into Frank. I haven't seen my mother since that day.

Today, I'm living under Thrax's care. He keeps an eye on me, a weird way of repaying me for saving his life. I make sure no immunities find him. Ozzy doesn't even know who is like a buddy to me. But, you know, it doesn't automatically mean I have to tell him everything.

I'm not here to tell a story on my life, about Thrax recovering from the incident, how Ozzy tries to be this bad ass germinator.

I'm here to tell you a story of a more deadly virus.

Poison.

And this kind of poison affects everyone.

A poison called love.

~*~

Saturday, 8:46AM, Downtown Liver

"Yo Rex, it's time to get up."

Rex didn't show any signs of budging. He was in a very deep sleep.

"I'm not going to let you be lazy today. You got stuff to do. REX!"

The sudden loud boom of Thrax's voice startled Rex, causing him to fall out of his bed onto the old wood floor.

"DANG IT THRAX!" Rex bellowed. "I hate it when you do that!"

"Then start waking up baby. Today's going to be a long day and there's no time to lie around."

Rex gave a long, loud yawn; stretching his limbs until all his joints popped. He looked like any old white blood cell. Despite the fact he had two claw-like toes on each foot, and his eye's glowered a bright yellow-orange. He slipped a cap over his messy spiked hair, and a pair of sunglasses that looked almost like Thrax's. Tiredly, he slipped on his black long sleeve shirt, with a white designed shirt on top. He wore a pair of pants that were cut at the ankles, due to the fact that at one point, they were way too big for him.

Down stairs, Thrax was waiting for him, his state looking better than it did before, but still in need of incubation. Dreads appearing to be chopped at the tips, his skin a lighter red then before, eyes duller instead of its bright yellow quality filled with the lust of killing, and some wounds still in the process of healing. It was better than his first stage, which was dreads that cut off at his sharp cheek bones, skin almost a sickly green, and eyes… nothing but a light yellow of rage, and disappointment.

"You ready now?" Thrax demanded curtly. Though the tone seemed rude, Rex never thought twice about it, knowing Thrax isn't the kind of person to show politeness of any kind.

"Yeah yeah yeah," groaned Rex, still in the fog of sleep. "What do I have to do that means getting up so early?"

"Food," Thrax replied, jabbing his thumb to the kitchen just in the other room. "I don't need it, but I'm sure you do."

Thrax never had an appetite, unlike Rex, who had the normal appetite of a fifteen-year-old boy experiencing puberty.

Rex groaned. "I hate shopping for food… How much money we got?"

Thrax reached into his pocket, pulling out a messy wad of money. Thrax couldn't kill in his current state—not without getting caught—but that didn't mean he couldn't hustle a passing germ for its money.

"Forty-two carbs," He said. "That should be good for a good weeks worth. Two if you didn't have to eat on regular biases. Maybe even three."

"Sorry for being born with a stomach Mr. I-don't-need-to-eat-ANYTHING!" Rex Joked, snatching the money out of Thrax's hands. "I'll be back in a while."—Then he added quietly—"Like I have nothing better to do on a Saturday."

~*~

Up Town Liver, 9:19AM

"REX!" Rang Ozzy's voice from down the street. "What's shaken my man?"

"'Sup germinator?" Rex greeted back. "Still trying to track down a germ worth your time?"

"If I can find a germ!" Ozzy said in return, in an almost irritated tone. "I'm tellen' you man, ever since Thrax got killed, I haven't had any action since! It's like all the germs and viruses and whatever flew the coop."

"Tough break Oz, but hey, shouldn't that be a good thing?"

"I guess so, but I would like to get a little bit of action here and there ya' know?"

"I know, I know. Hey, if you don't mind, I got things to get done. You know, a guys' got to eat?"

"OH! Sure thing. I got a job to do anyways. Well… that's what the chief says, even though there isn't anything for me to do! I hate it when I have to wake up early on a beautiful Saturday morning just to work."

Rex snorted a laugh. "Tell me about it."

Ozzy doesn't know about Rex being a half-breed hybrid. All he knows is that Rex, unlike any normal blood cell, has yellow-orange eyes, but he just thinks it was just a defect.

Rex stopped into the store, picking up bread, peanut butter and cellular for sandwiches, 'Franks Soda,' a small amount of apples, three boxes of granola bars, and for Thrax, 'Mito Shots.' Yes, it was an alcohol drink, and Rex was only fifteen, and not eligible to perches an alcoholic beverage, but that's not what the fake ID that he casually handed to the bubblegum-popping cashier stated. If the woman took two minutes to properly look at Rex, she would see that he was obviously too young to purchase the drinks. No, with great bluntness, she rang them up and said in a nasally tone "That'll be 27.50 carbs."

Rex fished the money out of his pocket, slapping down an approximate amount in her hands, not wanting to bother counting it himself. The woman handed the change curtly to him, murmuring 'have a nice day' as he swung the bag over his shoulders, walking out the door.

It was a beautiful Saturday indeed. Warm, bright, and up lifting. Frank must be having a very good day. Rex thought. He was probably outside, enjoying the sun, breathing in fresh air…

On a heel, Rex turned in the opposite direction. As a bus started to swing on by, he jumped up on the back and hung on. This is just so then he could avoid paying to the bus. The more the merrier.

~*~

The Right Eye, 10:32 AM

Peering out into the multi-cellular world, Rex could see everything Frank could. Today, Frank was at the park with his daughter Shane. It seemed like just a short time ago that Shane was just this little girl he used to live in, now she was growing, and it could be seen in her features as they developed into a more mature outlook.

What a beautiful city it was, he thought. So clean, so pure… his mother always told him that he could not find a healthier body then that little girl. All those great moments back in Shane, his friends, his mother, school, home, all a distant memory…

"Wanna buy a drop?" A sudden husk voice demanded. Rex swung around to look at the scraggily looking man.

"Do I wanna buy a what?" He asked, folding his arms, appearing like the man irritated him.

"A drop," the scraggly man answered. "Allergy season you know. Don't come around like this. Take a look." The man flashed his coat open, showing off his large merchandise of eye drops he apparently took from Frank when he had to use his eye drops. Only did then Rex realize the man wasn't wearing pants.

"DUDE!!" He shouted. "CLOSE IT UP! I don't even know why I would want any flipping drops!"

"You use them like this." The man took a drop in his hand, and popped it into his mouth. He shivered from the head, to the toes, twitching, and then sputtering a long series of coughs. "It's got a pretty strong kick, but the feeling is great."

"No."

"C'mon, they're a great deal."

"I said no."

"Twenty carbs."

"No."

"Eighteen?"

"Hell no."

"How 'bout seventeen?"

"I SAID NO!"

"Sixteen?"

"Dude, NO!"

"Fifteen, what about fifteen?"

Rex sighed. "If I buy your flipping drops, will you leave me the hell alone?"

"Yes."

"And buy yourself some pants?"

"I can't promise you that."

With an angry huff, Rex fished out fifteen to give to the man; in return, the man gave him a little squishy clear liquid ball. As the man began to walk away, Rex called him back.

"Hey, I think there's something defective with this thing."

"No way, those things are new."

"I don't know… it smells funny."

"It does?"

"Yeah it does! Damn… Should it smell like this?!"

"Let me have a whiff…" The man bent down to Rex's hand, and started to inhale the eye drops scent. At that very moment, Rex shoved the drop up the man's nose. There were loud screams of pain, rolling around on the ground, and a snickering Rex as he stole away on another bus back to the liver.

~*~

Downtown Liver, 12:13 PM

There was a loud hiss of an opening can as Thrax started to almost chug down his 'Mito shot.' Rex was just examining the bottle of 'Frank Soda' he held in his hand until Thrax took a breather, opening another can.

"Thirsty enough T-Man?" Rex questioned with some snide humor on the side. Thrax gave him glair.

"You spend all day trying to work back up your strength, not to mention work your ass off on the streets trying to get some kind of cash flow into this." He paused, taking a frustrated gulp of 'Mito Shot.' "I hate incubating."

"Well T-man, what did you expect? You had a pretty gnarly accident back then. You didn't expect to be up and running in three day's did you?"

"No," Thrax growled. "And don't call me that."

"Call you what?"

"What you just said."

"I called you 'what?'"

"Don't be a smart ass baby; you know what I'm talking about."

Rex gave a laugh, popping off the top to his drink. "You got to chill-ax T-man. Learn to relax, lay back. It wouldn't kill you to laugh once and a while you know. You don't have to act like you got a nasty bug up your butt all the time."

As he began to take a drink, a sweet fizzy taste of cola on his toung, Thrax smacked the bottle so the bottle went upward. The liquid spilled into his nose. A burning sensation and an angry Rex rolled on the floor, holding his nose in agony caused Thrax to actually chuckle.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?!?" Rex roared, his voice closely resembling to the cashier back at the store; Thrax only continued to laugh.

"You said I needed to have a laugh here and then," he said with a sly grin. "And you know what, that's just what I needed."

With that, Thrax left the room along with his drink, leaving Rex in a cussing mess as he attempted to blow the pop out of his nose… he only worsened it.

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Yes, very short spurts of scenes. This chapter was mostly to give you the general idea of things. And yes, it's not all revolving around Ozzy, and Thrax, and who ever. They're in there, and you'll see Thrax about… 56% of the time. (maybe, I don't know. I don't do math.) But this is mostly about Rex. Originally, I was going to use Thrax as the main character, but it will be all to confusing. I just didn't want to remodel all of Thrax's background because this story had to be set in High school. AH SHOOT! I just gave away the next chapter. Oh well.

Let me know what you think. Tell me if it's worth continuing or not. R&R, tell me one way or the other.

^-^ THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR THOUGH! =D