3: Trusting others.

I started to think to myself that it was a bad idea leaving that body. I know I have to have been wandering for days because that's what my feet felt like; I didn't bother taking time to rest, because I knew it would suck up my time, and I could die out here. I need water, and quick. Why did I have to end up with the person who lives practically in the middle of nowhere?

Some virus you are, My thoughts spat at me. You're going to die out here! If you didn't take down your home…

Would you shut up already!? I yelled back in my head. Kay, I made a huge mistake, I know that. But I am not going to die out here! I'll find a place now keep your thoughts to yourself!

For a moment, I thought I was going crazy; I'm having an inner conflict with this second person that seemed to live in my head, and I was yelling at it to shut up. I could have laughed at that, but now wasn't the time, I had to find a place to stay for a while.

And maybe take down if I feel like it.

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Dehydration started to take its toll, I started to see things, and my light started to get light. Maybe I would die out here; I would die because of a lack of liquids. What a glorious way to go!

And then, finally, a small stroke of luck. I don't know exactly where I am, but there are teenagers that are grouped around, seeming like they're studying, and one of them happen to get a paper cut. Taking the opportunity, I darted for the open wound, ignoring the feeling of my head throbbing. Even when I was inside the body I didn't stop running, I had to get as far away from here so if this person pours in peroxide or rubbing alcohol I won't be caught in it. I made it just past the wrist part until I decided to take it easy.

My lungs ached for air, so I stopped to check out what I'm dealing with. The place was pretty clean, and it was easier to breath here then it was the other body. This person must take good care of themselves…

Are you done admiring this place Thrax? You came here for water, now get some before you pass out you hot head!

Sighing to myself that my blow out a while ago didn't work, I forced my legs to move. At the moment they felt like jelly, very painful jelly. I snuck into someone's back yard, and found a hose lying around. I turned it on all the way, and chugged down as much ice cold water as I can. I don't care if my get drenched in the process, it actually felt good agents my sweat covered skin.

Kay Thrax, you're good now. Turn off the water and put the hose back before someone sees you. Or do you want to repeat that whole episode back at the other body with those loons?

Unwillingly, I turned the knob down until the water stopped. I still felt thirsty, but I really don't want any cells finding me. I will just have to find more water in a more remote location.

My legs can't endure much more. I took slow small strides to keep the pain at a minimum, but I still found it torturing. I tried to keep my mind off the pain, thinking of other things to do so: How am I going to take down other bodies? How much longer until I get to the elbows? Or did I already pass them? Where am I going to stay? How long should I stay here? Should I try taking this place down?

Then it all went black…

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I have no idea what happened to me. I thought I was just going to blink when I realized it was hard for me to open my eyes again. And I wasn't standing, I was on my back on I don't know what, having someone shake my shoulders gently.

"Hey kid? You okay? Wake up, c'mon do something."

I started to force my eyes to open, feeling like that little person in my head jack hammering. After getting over the few brief moments of everything being blurred, I was able to comprehend what this person is. He wasn't a germ, nor a virus, and defiantly not a red blood cell. At first, I just couldn't put my finger on it, and then it just suddenly exploded in my head like some surprise attack: He was an Immunity cell.

Fear washed over me, now I'm going to die!

I snapped out of the grogginess and started to scoot away from him; he took my arm gently to keep me from going anywhere.

"Whoa whoa, whoa kid," He assured me calmly, "Don't be afraid, kay? I'm here to help."

I stood still, well as still as I could for I was shaking with worry.

"It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you okay," he said again when I didn't respond. "But if I may ask, what are you doing passed out in a dark alley?"

I wasn't so sure what to do, what to say, I didn't want to say anything that would get me killed.

"I-I was walking around and, I got lost," I lied. "I… Haven't eaten in a while so… I-I… Umm…"

Note to self: Work on lying.

"Okay then, where are your parents?" He demanded again.

"They're… n-not here. I… I'm alone."

That much was true.

"I see..." For a while, he didn't say anything, but then he stood up, helping me up as he did. "Here, I'll take you somewhere to get some grub; you sure look like you haven't eaten in a while."

I nodded, taking more notice in my appearance. I have gotten thinner, like I needed to be; I have always been thinner than anyone else in the family, of course, I only had a meal a week maximum.

"Okay, thanks," I said meekly. I didn't want food, but it would get me something to drink at least.

He let me sit in the front with him of his squad car, I was glad I didn't have to walk anymore. I thought about how I'm going to dispose of the food if he gave me any. Can't burn it up, that's automatically out of the question. This is actually a city that welcomes viruses; I'm not doing anything that'll change their mind. I looked at the dash board, seeing a digital clock with a date on it. I swear I could have went into shock; I know the exact date that I took down Jessica, and according to this, that was almost three months ago!

"Um, is, this clock right sir?" I asked, pointing at the devise. He glanced at it and nodded.

"Yep, exactly, why?" He responded, giving me a quick glance as well.

"I… Just didn't know the date so… yeah…" I lied again. Two months? How long was I in that basement!?

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet, I asked the cop where exactly he was taken me, he answered that he was just taking me to a place that I can stay until someone can figure out what they should do with me. I wasn't so sure what he meant. I gazed out the window, hardly paying attention to the surroundings as my mind wandered off.

My Conscience: Kay Thrax, you actually found a body that and got some water, and you're not beaten to a pulp… yet, but what about your viral business?

Me: I'll figure something out; can't I have a few moments to relax?

My Conscience: Not when you're in a car with an immunity!!! You can't trust them Thrax, your dad's not here with a paper of legal rights, this is a bad thing.

Me: Okay first things first, shut the hell up about him; I don't want to talk about him or anyone of them right now. And second of all, what are you talking about!?

My Conscience: Straight ahead hot head! Look!

Doing so, I saw a police station, and the officer was drawing nearer, he started to slow down slightly like he was going to stop there. That's when I realized what my conscience was talking about: This whole nice guy deal was a charade! He wasn't being nice to me because he felt bad for me, or that he felt some sympathy, he was just doing it so he could put me in jail. It was all a lie.

I couldn't let him do this, I'm not going to jail; I unlocked the car door, and even though this seems like something my brother Demosten would do, I jumped out, tucking and rolling as I landed on the sidewalk. I heard car breaks screech and a car door slamming.

"Halt!" the cop bellowed after me. "Get back here!"

Without hesitation, I took off at a dead run down the nearest ally. I can still hear him shouting after me, but he was drifting away little by little; he can't catch up with me, good, I can actually…

BANG!!

"GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed out, I felt my shoulder being ripped apart; I swung my hand to my shoulder and I could already smell blood. That little bastered shot me!

"Come back here!" Another shot rang out, however this one missed me. Running again, I took every which way down streets and alleyways, not missing a step as I got farther and farther away from him. After I took a sharp turn and jumping over a garbage can, I hopped behind a dumpster to hide away; I couldn't keep running and all I can do right now was wait to see if I lot him.

My heart drummed in my ears, and I was afraid that he would hear me breathing so I tried holding my breath, which was hard because I needed air so desperately. From there I waited, and waited… and waited. I didn't hear a single soul walk for a long time. And soon, besides the sounds of me breathing, it was dead silent, I am totally alone. That's when I decided I had enough; my breaths started to come up short as my eyes stung with tears. I held on to my wounded shoulder tightly to stop the bleeding, and then wincing as shocks of pain erupted. I could still feel the bullet in there; I tried to take it out with my claws but it was in too deep and it hurt too badly for me to do it myself.

I wish I could be back home, I wish I can be in my room, in a nice warm bed, with a nice cool glass of water. I don't want to do this anymore, I couldn't. I want dad to find me and take me home, I want to tell him I'm sorry and cry on his shoulder as he took me back home. But I got to stop dreaming, that will never happen.