Hey Fanfiction Peoples!! What's Happening?! I know, I know, I haven't posted in a really really really long time and I'm
sooooo sorry! Please forgive me! Anyway, this chapter is just a some more fluff about Trina and Thrax spending some more
time with each other and getting to now each other a little better (it's actually a little boring but, I really wanted you to
know how Trina was feeling, both physically and mentally). Although both characters personal lives will come into play a
little later on in the story. I guess that's all for now, as always, please review!
P.S. I'm not gonna name anybody samargand999, but Thrax is not a pedofile, and I'm sure that fellow Thrax fangirls will agree that Thrax is way to cool to be a pedofile, am I right?
Chapter 11 - Felling Better
Trina finally let her arm slip from the long sleeve of Thrax's trench coat. She didn't raise her head, but continued to stare down at the floor. He felt as if he should say something but, just wasn't quite sure what. He couldn't ask if she was okay, because after getting your shoulder reset, no one was okay.
"I'm...going to take a shower," Trina said suddenly, her voice deep and raspy. It sounded as if she was trying to hold back tears, which she probably was.
"Oh..uh, okay," he replied, surprised at the girl's sudden need to bathe. Then again, she did look rather...unsanitary. No, that was an under statement. She looked like she'd been dragged through the mud, shot, and then gotten her arm dislocated, which is what had really happened to her. Except for the whole, being dragged through the mud thing.
She rose from the couch, picked up her discarded jacket, and began to limp away, on a mission to find the nearest bathroom-or just anywhere that she could bathe. It took her a few minutes, however after walking down a couple hallways, she found a bathroom with a small shower. Finally, I can take a shower, she thought to herself, incredibly relieved. She walked into the room and flicked on the light, having to use her left hand as her right arm was still immensely sore and she could barely lift it. She closed the door over and had a quick look around. The room was decorated rather nicely and it almost made her feel...peaceful.
The walls were painted a calm, light blue color which went well with the light wood cabinets. The room was also decorated with small ornaments and knick-knacks that she guessed were supposed to make it feel like the ocean, as most of the objects were either fish or shells. Having lost herself in the enchanting decor, Trina almost forgot what it was that she had come here to do in the first place. She gave a quick shake of her head to regain focus and at the same time, realized that she hadn't used the bathroom in almost, two days. It sounds so weird, yet it's true! She thought, chuckling to herself. It was more strange then funny but, whenever she got the chance to act her own age, she took it (and laughing at the fact that she hadn't peed in two days sounded like an eight year old thing to do).
Once she had relieved herself, she went about looking for a towel in the small room. She reached into one of the few cabinets and found one instantly. She threw it on the floor beside the shower and then proceeded to strip off all her clothes and throw them on the floor as well. She then opened the door to the shower, stepped in, and closed the door over. She reached up to turn the water on when she noticed that she was shivering and couldn't seem to stop. Whoever used this last better not have used up all the hot water, she thought to herself before reaching back up and turning the shower on with a small twist of the handle.
At first, the water was freezing cold, and she was debating wether to get out or not. However thankfully, after a few seconds of shockingly cold water, the temperature changed, and hot, steaming liquid was soon cascading over her sore, cramped body. The water relaxed her every muscle, rinsing away all the dirt, sweat, and blood of the previous few days. Already feeling better than she had before, Trina grabbed a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo from a small, metal shelf that hung in the shower and used them to wash herself off. Once she was finished, she placed them back on the shelf, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She quickly picked up the towel she had left for herself, dried off, and then wrapped it around her small torso. She reached into the cabinet and grabbed out another towel for her hair, wrapping it around her head.
She was just about to put her clothes back on when she really got a good look at them. They were rather disgusting looking. She held up the pair of pants she had been wearing. They were covered in dirt and grim and had a huge hole in them where she had been shot. She also noticed that her jacket was covered in blood, due to the fact that Thrax had used it to stop her wound from bleeding. Why couldn't he have been a gentlemen and used his own jacket? She thought too herself. Then again, he had saved her life, which she never should have never expected, so she decided to let the matter slide.
She scooped up the rest of her clothes and opened the bathroom door, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her as she departed. Whoever owned this house must have a washing machine somewhere, she thought. And as a matter of fact, she only had to walk a few steps before she found a small room right beside the bathroom that contained a small washer and dryer. She entered the room, turned on the light and walked over to the washing machine. She then opened it up and threw her clothes in. She would've turned it on, if not for the strange clinking noise she heard as her clothes tumbled into the machine. What was that? She wondered as she bent down, careful not to hurt her leg, and began to rummage through her clothes. What she found in the crumpled mass of clothing both amazed and annoyed her.
It was the DNA chain. The exact same DNA chain that she had stolen from Frank and almost positively the same one that Thrax had talked about having stolen from him from that annoying cop Jones. Wait a minute, that would have to mean that Thrax was the virus that had almost killed Frank!
The pieces had finally fallen into place in her brain. However, it surprised her that such an aspiring virus such as him had decided to help a virus like herself. Maybe he had just taken pity on her due to the state he had found her in, or maybe he just liked children. Wait, what if he was one of those weirdos who, liked children...no, that was stupid. He couldn't be someone like that, he just seemed to cool and collected. In any case, Trina picked up the chain and wrapped it around her wrist before turning the machine on, turning off the light and exiting the room. It was only after she stepped out of the room that she noticed that she was still in a towel. She needed some clothes.
She walked down a hallway or two before she came to a short staircase which lead to a large bedroom. Considering it's size, she figured it must be the master bedroom, meaning that the owner had slept there and meaning that it must contain clothes. She walked up the stairs rather slowly do to her injured leg, however finally made it to the top of the stairs and the enormous room. Almost instantly spotting a dresser, she quickly walked over to it and pulled out one of it's drawers. Most of the clothes she found were incredibly tacky, and she figured that they must have either belonged to an elderly woman, or a blind woman (actually, a blind woman probably had an even better fashion sense than whoever had owned these clothes). None the less, after a few minutes of searching, she finally found a surprisingly attractive set of pink pajama pants and a matching t-shirt. She unwrapped the towel that was still tied around her head and threw it aside on the floor before slipping the clothes on gracefully. The outfit ended up being about three sizes to big for her, but she didn't care much, as the clothes felt so soft and warm against her skin. Once dressed, she slowly made her way back down the stairs and toward the living room.
As she entered the room, Trina found, to her surprise, that it was empty. I wonder where Thrax went, she thought to herself as she sat down on the couch, noticing that her forgotten DNA bracelet was lying on the couch beside her. She picked it up and was going to wrap it around her wrist when she thought of a better idea. She reached back and tied the bracelet tightly around the hair that was currently hanging limply at her shoulders, creating a neat little ponytail. She smiled, I bet no one else has a hair band as cool as this, she thought happily. However her happiness was very short lived, as she was suddenly aware of the fact that she was alone.
Panic flared up inside her, however only for a moment before confusion took over. Why was she feeling this way? Not long ago, some random guy, who she still barely even knew, had saved her life and brought her here. She had no idea what kind of personality he had, what kind of person he was, so why was she feeling so alone without him? She had been by herself before so, what was the problem? Wait...maybe that was the problem. Maybe, because she had been by herslef for so long, finally having somebody with her-no matter who they were-made her feel...safer, calmer. And now that she didn't know where he was, even if he was just in the bathroom or something, she didn't feel as safe as she had felt when he was with her.
Her thought's where suddenly interrupted as she heard footsteps echoing down the hallway and approaching the living room. She found herself letting out a small sigh of relief as Thrax entered the room. She smiled rather awkwardly at him before uttering a quiet, "Hey."
"Hey," he replied, equally as awkward, with a slight twitch of his lips that may have been associated with a smile. She noticed that his dreadlocks were slightly damp, he must have had a shower as well. He walked over and sat down beside her, on the way grabbing a small remote off of the coffee table that was situated in the middle of the room. He clicked on the TV before looking over at her and noticing that she was no longer wearing the clothes that she had previously been wearing. "Where'd you find those?" He asked, indicating the pajamas.
"I got them from one of the rooms upstairs," she replied triumphantly, noticing that her left leg felt slightly warm all of a sudden. She looked down and found that there was a small dot of red seeping through the pink material of the pajama pants. "Um, Thrax?" She questioned, pointing at the small spot on her leg. Thrax looked over at her, slightly confused at first but quickly realizing the problem.
"Your wound must have started bleeding again, probably because you got the bandages wet," he told her.
"Oh," she replied quietly, sounding disappointed with herself for not having done something to prevent this from happening.
"Don't worry baby, I'll just re-bandage your leg," he covered quickly, sensing the girls disappointment. She looked up at him, that small, nervous smile back on her face, however she was now disappointed at the fact that he had gone back to calling her baby instead of calling her by her real name. She reached down and began to slowly pull the left leg of the pants up before stopping suddenly. She was feeling strangely uncomfortable with having to expose herself to him, even if it was just her leg. The first time he had bandaged her leg there had been a huge gash in her pants so she hadn't needed to do this.
"What's wrong? I'm just gonna re-bandage your leg," he said suddenly, interrupting her thoughts. He then added with a small smirk, "I'm not a weirdo. Seriously, what kind of guy do you think I am?" She looked up at him. He was still smirking, and now had his head cocked slightly to one side and his eyebrow raised quizzically. She smiled back at him, this time, with less apprehension, before letting him examine her wound yet again. He quickly bandaged it back up, applying pressure at first to stop the bleeding, then wrapping it less tightly. Once he was finished, the two sat back against the couch and stared back at each other for a long while.
The silence was suddenly broken by a strange gurgling noise. Both Trina and Thrax stared down at Trina's stomach, the source of the noise.
"Hungry?" he questioned.
"Sorry," she quickly blurted out, "I haven't eaten in a while." A much louder noise of the same strange, gurgling frequency suddenly erupted from Thrax's own stomach, and Trina didn't have the time to stop herself as a girlish giggle found it's way up her throat and out of her mouth.
"I guess your not the only one who's hungry," he chuckled, "I'll go see what's in the kitchen." He rose from the couch and walked over to the large kitchen, which conveniently overlooked the living room. Trina raised an eyebrow as she heard the strange rustling sound of what must have been Thrax rummaging through the many bags and packages that were kept in the large kitchen. She smiled and shook her head slightly as she began to hear the loud banging of plates, cupboard doors slamming and a refrigerator door opening and closing approximately ten times in a row. Thrax soon emerged from the kitchen carrying a large plate of some rather poorly constructed sandwiches. He set the plate down on the coffee table before grabbing one for himself and sitting back down on the couch beside her.
Trina picked one of the sandwiches up and took a large bite, not bothering to examine it's contents. She had no idea what Thrax had made them out of, nor did she care; it was food, and the fact that she hadn't eaten in almost three days was slightly impairing her sense of caution. However, the sandwich wasn't half bad, and contained what tasted to her, like some form of lunch meat. She finished the sandwich in about two bites and quickly grabbed another one, downing it almost as fast as her first. She let out a small hiccup and blushed slightly, before feeling Thrax's eyes on her and turning to look up at him. His mouth was slightly agape as he stared at her, surprised that she had even had a chance to take a breath before she had scarfed down her meal.
"What? I was really hungry," she blushed as she rose from the couch and walked over into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water. She returned after a few moments and sat back down on the couch, taking a large sip of her water before placing the glass on the coffee table beside a now empty plate. She leaned back against the couch, suddenly realizing how tired she was. The two sat for a while, in the silence that was becoming increasingly common when they were alone together. The silence was soon broken however as Thrax decided to repeat the question he had asked Trina when they had first met and was still dying to know the answer to.
"So, how exactly did you get into this body anyway?" He asked curiously. Trina opened her mouth to answer his question but instead of words, she yawned loudly. Again, she found herself blushing slightly before answering the question.
"Well, I was staying in this one body for a while there, but I got bored, so I traveled up to his mouth and hitched a ride out of there when he sneezed," she told him drowsily, not explaining herself very well, "I can't remember what the guys name was, it started with an F though. Fred or...Frank or something." Thrax tensed as she mentioned that name. The name of that one body that he hadn't been able to take down, the body in which he had lost his prized DNA chain and almost died by the hand of that insufferable bastard Osmosis Jones. He felt pressure against his right side and jerked his head down toward Trina, anger in his eyes. However, he quickly calmed down as he realized that she had just decided to end her explanation and rest her head against his arm.
He raised an eyebrow, a look of sheer confusion on his face before he quickly looked away from her. He fidgeted uncomfortably as she began to dose off, her head beginning to lean more heavily against his triceps. He was just pondering how he was going to get her off of him when she suddenly lifted her head from his arm. He watched her unwrap something from around her wrist before drowsily shoving it into his own hands. His eyes widened as he stared at the object in his grasp.
"I think it's yours," she mumbled, her eyes half closed as she swayed back and forth on the couch. It looked as if lifting her head had taken up the last of her strength, "I found it while I was in that Frank guy. I just...thought it might be...yoursss-" Her last words were slurred together as she collapsed on the couch, to tired to say another word. Thrax couldn't stop smiling as he stared at his DNA chain, examaning it to make sure he hadn't lost any beads. He couldn't believe that she had found it, and that he had found her. This was amazing! He glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow, though the smile was still on his face. Trina was fast asleep, her one good arm draped limply over the side of the couch while the other lay snugly under her body. She looked incredibly uncomfortable and he found himself chuckling at the fact that she had been able to fall asleep in such an awkward position.
He yawned suddenly, realizing that he was also quite tired and should get some rest. He rose from the couch and stretched, looking like a large cat as he flexed his long limbs. He flicked off the TV and walked over to Trina, wondering what he should do with her. He noticed a large pillow sitting atop the couch and grabbed it, placing it against the edge of the couch. He then picked her up and, as gently as he could, placed her on her back, her head resting softly on the pillow. Suddenly remembering that she had had a slight fever before, he placed the back of his hand against her forehead. She had cooled down considerably and was, actually feeling quite cold now. He looked around the room and soon found a large blanket folded neatly beside the couch. He picked it up and wrapped it around her, not able to stop the small smile that seemed to find it's way across his face as she grabbed part of the blanket and pulled it tigher around herself, though still asleep.
He turned out the light before exiting the room, glancing back at her one last time before he left the room. Walking through the house, he soon found a room to his liking. He entered the room and gently closed the door, removing his heavy trench coat and shirt before chucking them aside on the floor and settling into the large bed. He rested his head against the pillow and closed his eyes. The last thought that ran through his mind before he fell asleep was, what am going to do with that kid tomorrow?
Finally!! I know it took me forever but I finally got this chapter finished! Again, I apologize for the wait, but in the midst of
writing this stroy, I was also working on like five other strories! As I said before, you may have found this one a little boring
but, Thrax and Trina are still getting to know each other. In the next chappie, I think I'm going to have Thrax wondering
what he should do with Trina. I'm hoping to make it bit more interesting. I'm not gonna say I'll update soon because even
though I'll try, it's not likely to happen with exams and summatives approaching. Hope you enjoyed this chapter though,
and don't forget to review! Later;)
