Another short chapter, sorry. Not much to say about it except that I just want to tell you a little about what's going on with

Trina while she is in jail. Next chapter should be really good. R&R!

Chapter 6 - An Unexpected Ally

Trina stepped back from the bars of the cell and shook her head. She could not believe how much of a sap she had been toward that Drix guy. I mean, I actually let him put his arm around me; he was arresting me for God's sake! Then, as much as she was a dangerous virus, she was also a child after all. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted however as a deep growl rumbled from the back of the cell. She spun around and stared in the direction the growl had come from, startled and a little scared. At first, all she saw was a bunk in the corner of the room, but as she squinted at the shadowy corner, a dark shape rose from the bed and began to move toward her.

She backed up until she was forced against the bars of the cell. At least her backing up made it so that her assailer was now in the light and she could see what he or she looked like. He-she now saw that it was male-was big, not incredibly tall but definitely large around the middle, and was bulging with what could have been muscle. He was wearing a pair of ratty, black sneakers, grey sweatpants and a large dark green hoodie. In addition, he was not very attractive. With his small, beady black eyes, pointed nose, large mouth, and dull greyish-green color, he reminded her very much of a strange, overweight rodent. Trina continued to stare at him until he commented,

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Had it been under better circumstances, she may have laughed, but she did not reply. "So, what'cha in for," the germ-that's what she figured he was-asked. She didn't answer. The germ frowned. "I asked ya a question," he said, sounding agitated. Again, she didn't answer, though she was not quite sure why. It just didn't seem right to make any kind of contact with this germ. He slowly drew closer toward her and, because she could not back up to any further extent, she shuffled to the left. She was still holding her left shoulder from her fall and the germ seemed to notice.

"Awww, it looks like you hurt your arm," the germ cooed, mock sympathy in his voice "here let me even out the pain." The germ suddenly lunged-or something a little less graceful-at Trina with incredible speed, which surprised her and caught her off guard. She turned and tried to get away, but this only worked to the germs advantage, as he did not have to jump as far to grab hold of her. He snatched her up by her right shoulder and twisted hard. There was a loud popping noise before a screech of pain filled the cell, bouncing off the walls, through the cell bars and echoing down the hall. All the germs and viruses in the area had stopped whatever it was that they had been doing, and were now watching this strange scene unfold.

Some of the germs were cheering, others, yelling at the large germ for harming someone so much smaller than him, and some were just watching intently. No one seemed to notice Trina's long claw begin to glow. Trina swiped madly at the germ, mostly reacting on instinct, attempting to catch him by surprise with her long, bright glowing claw. It may not have been a plan, but it worked. Another scream filled the hall, and this time it was not Trina's. Her mad writhing had worked, and she had nailed the germ right across the face, leaving a long, burning, bleeding gash. The germ dropped her and stumbled backward, his hand plastered to the left side of his cheek, which was now oozing with slime and cytoplasm.

Trina leaned against the bars of the cell, her hand now wrapped around her right shoulder. The pain was so intense that she figured her shoulder was probably broken, though in actual fact, it had just been dislocated. She leaned there for a few moments, eyes shut, not paying attention to anything except for the white hot pain that was now shooting through her shoulder. Any minute now, she was expecting the germ that had attacked her to come over and finish the job, however nothing happened. When she finally drifted back to reality, the first thing she noticed was the heavy breathing of her cellmate. Her eyes had been shut tight for a few minutes, so it took a while for her vision to adjust to the dim lighting.

Once her vision had adjusted, Trina saw the germ that had attacked her standing in the corner of the room, still holding the left side of his face. She could not quite tell how serious the injury was, although she should have been able to considering she was the one who had inflicted it. From where she was standing, it looked to have stopped bleeding though. She took a quick look through the bars of her cell and was surprised to see two things. One: all the germs who had so eagerly been watching the fight from their own cells minutes before, had gone back to whatever it was that they had been doing before the fight. And two: no guard had come to investigate what all the commotion was about. She rolled her eyes at how stupid the guards in this body were before beginning to approach her attacker.

She walked very slowly toward the germ, as not to alarm him, but as she came within a few feet of him, he seemed to shrink back into the corner-as strange as that sounds considering his size and considerable girth compared to hers. She stopped where she was and stood there for a few moments before asking,

"So, what kind of germ are you?"

"Why would you care?" the germ snarled before he rose to his full height, and this time, Trina did not back away.

"I care because I want to get out of here, and I can't do it alone," she answered, then added "especially now, with my arm like this." The germ lowered his head apologetically and then lifted it again.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that, I just kind of lost it, don't much like when people ignore me. But, ya didn't have to slash me like that," he replied, motioning at his face, "I'm a flue germ, what kind of germ are you?"

"Germ?" She scoffed, "I'm a virus, and I could've taken down this body, if it wasn't for those stupid guys in the brain, I mean seriously I-"

"You were in the brain?" the germ questioned, as if he didn't believe her.

"Yes, I was," Trina answered proudly. The germ stared at her for a few moments, as if he still did not believe her, but he did not say anything.

"What kind of virus are ya that you had to be in the brain?" Trina smirked.

"I'm a Red Death virus." Again, there was silence. Trina suddenly felt very anxious and blurted out, "Look, I could stand here and argue with you all day, but, quite frankly, I hate this body, and want to get out of here as soon as possible." She stopped for a moment, looking the large germ over and making sure that he was still paying attention. He seemed to be, so she continued, "Now, you could help me, and get out of this place in the process, or, you could stay here and rot for the rest of your life. Your choice." She waited a few moments for the germ to take in what she had just said. After what seemed like an eternity, the germ replied,

"Alright, I'm in. So, how were you planning on getting out of here?" Trina looked thoughtful for a minute. She had not actually come up with a plan of escape yet, but considering all the quick thinking she had done today, it shouldn't be too hard.

"I've got it!" She exclaimed excitedly, startling the germ a little, "What time do you have dinner around here?" The germ thought for a moment, then walked over to the bars of the cell and peered out. A small clock hung on the wall not two cells down and It read 3:00 pm.

"I think we eat at about 5:00," he told her, "why?"

"Perfect," She almost purred happily.

So, what's Trina got up her sleeve? Find out in chapter 7! I've finally decided to correct all my chapters, so if you saw any

spelling mistakes or anything before, they should all be corrected now. Also, I changed a few small things in a few of the

chapters, in case you feel like reading them again.