A/N While writing my first Osmosis Jones fanfic, Almira's Story, I came up with a plot for OJ 2; even the villain. But this time, it isn't Thrax and Almira…

Ok, I only own the plot, Almira, and any other characters you don't recognize; the rest is owned by Warner Bros. I might be busy with my other fic, King of the Sanctuary: Growing Up, but I'll try and update this as much as I can.

Kay3la Rich5ard: I'd be real embarrassed by it X3 Thanks :)

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A few days after the incident, the quadric were at Ozzy's apartment. "Ok, Drix an' I're gonna go on patrol. Thrax? You an' Almira stay here."

"What?" Thrax asked, surprised. He and Almira always went with Ozzy and Drix on patrol because the former didn't trust them in his apartment, and he didn't feel it was such a good idea for them to go somewhere on their own. "Why the change in plans?"

"I'm gettin' tired of bein' badmouthed fer gettin' seen with a virus an' not doin' nothin'."

Drix glared at Ozzy. "Plus, we feel since you've behaved yourselves, we can trust you alone here."

"Notmyidea!" Ozzy coughed.

Thrax raised one eyebrow at the cell, but shrugged, "Whatever. Least I'll be able to relax." He flopped on his back on the couch and reached for the remote.

"Just behave." Ozzy rolled his eyes. "Ya comin', Drix?"

"Uh, you go on down, Oz," Drix said. "I'll catch up. Should only be five, maybe ten minutes."

Ozzy raised one eyebrow, confused. "Ooookaaaay, don't take to long." He walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

"What was thatabout?" Thrax asked, flipping through the TV channels.

Drix turned to the virus and took a deep breath. It had been a week since he saw the scars on his back, and had kept silent about it, hoping Thrax would realize Drix saw them and would explain them. But obviously he didn't suspect. So the cold pill had finally plucked up the courage to ask himself. "Thrax? Could I ask a personal question? About you?"

Squinting his eyes curiously, Thrax muted the TV and sat up in the couch. "I'm listening." Almira climbed onto the couch and lay down with her head on Thrax's thigh. He stroked her a little.

"Well...last week when I was helping you bathe Almira...I saw these scars on your back. Long, crisscrossing ones." He watched as Thrax's eyes widened; not in anger, but in realization. "I was wondering what had happened for you to get them, but I didn't say anything because I know you wouldn't talk. I told Ozzy not to ask. But now I'm curious: what happened?"

Now Almira was looking at Thrax with immense curiosity; she obviously didn't know about the scars either. "I forgot 'bout those." He muttered bitterly. He brushed his dreadlocks back and sighed. "Alright, but we keep it between us, understand?" He glared sternly at Drix. "No one else can know. Not even Jones."

"He won't." Drix promised.

"Ya swear?"

"Yes. But, why are you telling me? I understand Almira, but why me?"

"Honestly? I trust you more than I trust Jones. After all, you came up with this whole plan. Ok, the scars." He sighed and looked away with an almost-sad expression. "When I was growin' up, like most everyone else, I had a family; a mom an' dad. We lived in this dump in a huge rat with other viruses 'till the day we went out an' started destroyin' lives…unless a virus wanted to be the good guy. Whatta they call 'em-vaccines! My family, we were known as la Muerte Roja; the Red Death. There rarely was a vaccine from them. Anyway, I was a normal virus kid; I lived with my parents, went to school to learn 'bout killin', got in trouble quite a bit. When I was 12, Mom had a girl. Her name was Amelia." Thrax smiled at the memory of his little sister. "Back then, I was known as Big Brother Thrax…one day, a month or two after Amelia was born…Dad died."

Drix and Almira gained sympathetic expressions. "I never knew how, I just knew he died. Mom remarried…but the guy she married…to put it lightly, he was a bastard."

Drix's eyes widened. If "bastard" was Thrax's way of "putting it lightly", he must have been bad. "He hatedme. I dunno why, maybe 'cause I wasn't his son? Maybe I didn't turn out like he wanted? I dunno. He was also an alcoholic, so maybe that didn't help much. Whenever I did somethin' wrong...he beat me."

Drix and Almira gasped, wide-eyed. "With his belt." Thrax continued. "If he was really pissed or drunk, it was with the buckle end. Mom tried to stop 'im once, but he hit her. She never tried again, but never watched."

"What about your sister?" Drix asked, praying little Amelia escaped the abuse.

"He never paid attention to 'er, thank God. Mom or I hid her in a closet or cupboard when he was fixin' to beat me. One day...when was 15...he decided I was too old fer the belt. I was hopeful he'd stop...but...I was wrong." Thrax seemed unaware of the tears falling freely down his cheeks. "Those scars ya saw on my back? Those're whip scars."

Drix and Almira gasped loudly. "No!" The cold pill whispered, shaking his head.

Thrax nodded solemnly. He rubbed his nose, sniffing, before he continued, "I never screamed. I may have flinched, but I didn't make a sound...course, I came close when I took off my shirt so Mom could tend to the wounds. The plasma dried, makin' it hard to remove my shirt. I just ripped it off, an' tried not to make a sound, no matter if he was passed out or not. Anyway, he never liked it when I didn't scream. He tried harder, but I never made a sound."

Drix pulled out two tissues, keeping one for himself, and handed Thrax the other. He mumbled his thanks and blew his nose. "Meanwhile, at school, no one knew 'bout the abuse. I never told no one...well, 'cept my best friend, Edmund. He was an Ebola virus."

Drix and Almira's eyes widened in surprise. "Ebola? I thought you hated Ebola." The cold pill pointed out; Almira nodded in agreement. They knew how Thrax would get irritated should anyone mention the E-virus.

"I'm gettin' to that." He said patiently. "He was the only one who knew. We did everything together; did homework, got into trouble, flirted with girls, you name it. When I was 15, before the whippin' started, we began to really learn to kill. Ed always won in the killin' exercises we did on rats, save fer our home rat. He was gloaty 'bout it too." Thrax scowled darkly, but then smirked. "Even though he always bested me in killin' sprees, I had more fangirls an' girlfriends."

Drix and Almira smirked, rolling their eyes. "Then...one day, I finally got my first victory. Killed three rats in a row. I gave Ed a taste of 'is own medicine. He was pissed. He ran off somewhere...when I came home...the place was ransacked. I found my step dad killed. I didn't care; I was happy...until I found my mom." He sniffed, rubbing his nose with the tissue. "After findin' 'er, I tore through the house 'till I found Amelia."

Drix's face visibly paled; Almira's eyes widened, her mouth dropped, and her ears drooped. "No!"

Tears brimming in his eyes, Thrax nodded. "I was devastated. I hated my step dad, but I loved my mom and li'l sis! An' ya know what I found on the wall in their blood? 'Red Death is a common cold compared to Ebola.' You can probably guess who did it."

Almira growled deeply; Drix felt sick. No wonder Thrax hated Ebola so much! An Ebola virus, who was his childhood best friend, had killed the only family he had left!

"I vowed right there an' then I'd make Red Death the most powerful virus; surpassin' even Ebola!"

"That's why you were so determined to get in medical books!" Drix realized.

"Mm-hmm." Thrax nodded. "One day, I met up with Ed. We fought, with me winnin', an' killin' 'im. Ya know what I said to 'im? 'Ya think Red Death's a common cold compared to Ebola? I got news fer you, baby: Ebola is a case of dandruff compared to Red Death.' An' I held onto that knowledge to this day."

"...Dear Lord..." Drix muttered. "Thrax...I had no idea your past was like that!"

"Well, now ya know."

Whining, Almira sat up and rubbed her head against Thrax's chest. He scratched her head and glared at Drix. "Nobody knows this, right?"

"Not even Ozzy." Drix nodded. "I gave you my word, Thrax. And I keep my word." He turned to leave.

"Y'know, yer all right...Drix. Fer a cold pill."

Drix smirked back at him. "And you're all right, for a virus."

Before Thrax could counter, Ozzy's voice yelled through Drix's walkie-talkie. "Drix! Where are you? We got a building on fire up by the diaphragm!"

"Oh my goodness!" Drix exclaimed, grabbing the walkie-talkie. "I-I'll be right there!" He turned to Thrax. "I hate to leave on such short notice,"

Thrax shook his head. "Ya better hurry."

Nodding, Drix zoomed out of the apartment, down the stairs, and into Ozzy's car, where the blood cell was waiting. He quickly buckled in and exclaimed, "Step on it, Ozzy!"

"No need to tell me twice!" Ozzy pulled out of his parking space, put on his siren, and sped to the diaphragm. "By the way, why didja want to stay at the apartment fer five or ten minutes?"

"You wouldn't be interested." Drix assured him. Even if Thrax had allowed him to tell Ozzy, he wouldn't believe it.


A/N I decided it was time to not only tell the story about Thrax's scars, but my opinion on his life story, AND why he hates Ebola so much.

I got the idea from reading Harry Potter fanfiction about Severus Snape (I'm kind of a fan of AU Severus/Lily fanfics where they remain friends at Hogwarts and James is a jerk XD) I thought it'd be interesting for Thrax to have a past like that, and since no one else seemed to have that idea. I think it also made him quick to respond to violence.

I thought it'd be cute for Thrax to have a little sister :3

I also thought something had to happen with an Ebola virus in Thrax's past for him to be so antagonistic against them. After all, he only said Ebola was a case of dandruff compared to him, not Malaria, Measles, or even Rabies. So I thought a good one would be that he was friends with an Ebola virus, then something happened that made him hate them.