In case anyone is confused, this chapter takes place right after Thrax tried to kill Frank.

Chapter 2 - An Astonishing Escape

Thrax stared down in horror as he realized that he had not impaled Osmosis Jones, as he had planned. Instead, he had only sunk his fiery claw deep into the false eyelash that he and Jones were currently balanced on. He tried in vain to yank his huge claw free, but it would not budge. He watched in pure hatred as the white blood cell changed shape, allowing him to slip out from under his now furious foe. He began to run back towards the girl's body, where stray strands of glue that had once supported the false eyelash still clung to her eyelid. Thrax began to panic as he realized that the false eyelash was rapidly losing it's already weakened grip, and that he was still attached to it.

Again and again he tried to wrench his hand free from the eyelash to know avail. Suddenly, he felt a whoosh of air against his face as the eyelash began to fall, descending towards the large beaker of alcohol below. I'm going to die, he thought. I'm going to die!

In a last ditch attempt to escape his fate, Thrax gave a final, mighty heave, and his hand came free from the eyelash. However, he wasn't out of the woods yet. He was falling fast, and needed to get a grip on his coat so that he could glide to safety. He flailed his arms wildly, trying to locate the flaps of his long trench coat. Finally, he was able to grasp both edges, feeling a rush of air under his newly made "wings" as he began to glide to safety.

He landed on a tray of medical tools, the same tray that held the beaker of alcohol that had almost been his demise. He collapsed on the ground with a gentle thud, exhausted by his near run-in with death. He lay there for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Should he go back to Frank? Should he find a new body? Or should he just stay here, and rest? He quickly made up his mind; if he wanted to survive, he was going to have to find a new body. Although he wanted revenge on Jones, he knew that the City of Frank would now be more alert than ever for viruses; especially his kind.

He slowly rose to his feet and looked around, having been oblivious to his surroundings since he landed. He needed a plan. He realized suddenly that Frank was being moved to another room, and knew that even if he had wanted to get back inside him, he would no longer be able to before Frank was taken away. Shane was gone now as well; she must have gone to stay with her father. Or, perhaps she had gone home with that strange uncle of hers now that she knew her father was alright. Thrax went to toy with his DNA chain as he thought, however as he reached for it, he realized that it was no longer in its usual spot around his wrist.

"Where the hell is my-" Thrax stopped mid-sentence as it began to sink in. That idiot cop Jones had stolen it from him. It was probably in some evidence locker by now.

"Shit!" He swore loudly, seething. It had taken him years to amass the amount of DNA beads in that chain, and although it would be easy to find a new chain, the beads were irreplaceable. He knew that in order to get his chain back he would have to get back inside Frank. For now, however, he would have to lay low; find a body and incubate until he had a plan. The sound of approaching footsteps pulled him from his thoughts and he turned just in time to see a nurse walk into the room. She walked over, picked up the tray that he was on, and began to carry it out of the room. He began to sprint towards one of the nurses fingertips, rapidly managing to make it to her thumb. He jumped on and started to climb until he was just under her fingernail.

It would take time, but at that moment, he vowed that he would get his DNA chain back; no mater what it took.

I know, this chapter was pretty short but the next one will be longer. Don't forget to review!