Ozzy ran down the road, the yellow and red cold pill was bubbling after him in high speed, "Ozzy, I don't think you will find Thrax faster just by moving faster!" Drix was a little exhausted, even though he never really used his full body for running, "I know, but I.. Just run!" Ozzy kept the high speed as he ran into the slum. The white blood cell tried to get a good view of the area, but for some reason he was panicking too much, his thoughts sending images to his eyes, images of the red virus. "We need to split" he looked at Drix, who tried to catch his breath, "if you don't find anything within an hour……" Ozzy took a deep breath, "then go home. I'll meet you there" he ran off into the slum, "Ozzy!" Drix's voice turned into mere echo as Ozzy got deeper and deeper into the slum. The cop tried to find evidence of the red death, he even got as far to ask germs about the virus' whereabouts, nothing turned out of that.
After an hour the phone in Ozzy's pocket began to ring, he picked it up, "Drix? Found anything yet?", "ya better watch out, Jones. Ima find ya and once I've done that, I'll make ya scream like a little school girl" the voice in the phone was slightly hoarse, "T-Thrax..! I knew it!" Ozzy wanted to cheer, he had been right again, but this was not the time to celebrate, "where the Frank are you, virus?!" Ozzy was angry, but also relieved by hearing the familiar voice once again, "somewhere nearby, baby" the phone went dead, "Frank dammit!" Ozzy threw his phone in the pocket of his jacket and ran back to his apartment, "Drips!" he looked everywhere for the cold pill, "where are you, buddy?!" he started to really panic, had Thrax been here and kidnapped Drix? No, there was not burning marks anywhere to be seen. Ozzy pulled out his gun and started to search the apartment, he was scared and his legs trembled as he walked through all the rooms. No signs of Drix or Thrax.
The white blood cell ran to the front door in order to leave the apartment, he had to inform the police station of the disappearance of Drix. As he opened the door the red and yellow cold pill was bubbling right on the other side of the entrance, "Ozzy? You looked like you've seen a gh-.. Have you found Thrax?" Drix looked shocked at the young cell in front of him. Ozzy sighed in relief, stacked away his gun and hugged the cold pill, "thank Frank you're okay!" Ozzy had never felt such relief by seeing his partner, "yes, I am perfectly alright, thank you" Drix smiled slightly and bubbled his way pass Jones and placed his weird bubbling butt on the couch, "I could not find anything" he sighed, "I'll try to drive around a little" Ozzy left the apartment, now that he knew his partner was in safety he could calmly search Frank's body.
Ozzy drove his purple car around inside of Frank, he tried to hold a keen eye on every germ he could find, finally he got to an abandoned building. He stepped out of his car, "this is the only abandoned place in Frank now.. If Thrax's in this body he must be in ther'" Ozzy pulled out his gun and carefully opened the door. The cop moved into the building, he was scared, for a good reason; Thrax had almost killed him once and he would not hesitate to do it once again, only to actually end the cell's life once and for all. The white blood cell walked down a hallway, he looked around the corner as he reached to bottom of the wall. Ozzy could not believe his own ears, he heard a familiar voice from other room; voice was hoarse, not too deep nor too high. He walked around the corner and gentle opened the door to a room where he assumed the voice came from; he walked in.
On the other side of the door was some sort of lifted surface around the walls of the huge room; it looked like an old factory. Ozzy closed the door very carefully and tried to find his way to a better spot where he could hide. He could hear the hoarse voice yell frustrated, something about finding a person. The white blood cell found the perfect hiding spot behind a pillar. He peeked out from the pillar once in a while to take a quick look at the factory room. He finally got a quick view of one of the criminals standing near a huge table in the middle of the room, his heart skipped a beat, he could not take his eyes away from the virus; Thrax!
Ozzy knew that no one would believe him if he claimed Thrax's presence in Frank's body, everyone was so sure that the virus had died long ago. Ozzy squished his gun slightly and held it close to his membrane. He glanced through the room and noticed a staircase. Ozzy stood up and sneaked down the stairs, he made sure that the virus or any germs could not see him. The cop had to think of a way to eardrop the criminals. He started to yank his hair backwards, making it both longer and thicker, he pulled down his chin in order to make is face more slim and at last he took of his jacket to tie it around his waist; not the best disguise, but it was better than nothing.
Ozzy left his gun at a small table near the stairs before he walked towards the virus and the germs, "yo! Sorry, I'm late. Man, ya'll should've seen the traffic! The cops almost go' me" Ozzy tried to sound confident, the virus turned around to face the cell, "and you are?" he crossed his arms, his killer claws were just as dangerous-looking as last time, "I'm.. Coryzasis!" Ozzy looked straight into Thrax's eyes, the virus tilted his head slighty, "I see. Ya finally came, mah friend" the Red Death walked towards Ozzy, bowed slightly, placed a clawed hand on the cell's shoulder and whispered, "fancy meetin' ya here, Jones. Now sit 'nd shut up" he pulled out a chair for Ozzy, who sat down, he tried not to look shocked, but he was, his heart raced more than usual and he felt sweat coming down from his forehead. Thrax was standing right behind the chair, "mah friends, if ya would excuse us" he gestured towards the door to a hallway, the germ stood up and left, all of them looking at Ozzy as the left the room.
As the germs had left Ozzy jumped up on the long table, his appearance bounced back to normal, "I knew it! Ya're alive!" Ozzy grabbed to pull out his gun, but he suddenly remember that he had left it on the table near the stairs, "I'm alive, but don't ya worry too much 'bout that, Jones. I'm not gonna take down Frank, I'm only using him to get to another body" Thrax explained, "I should believe that, virus?!" Ozzy jumped down on the other side of the table, "I never told ya to believe me, but trust me on this one, if ya try to stop me, I'll kill Frank" Thrax stepped around the table, "I figured what mah mistake was, Jones" the virus smirked, "oh yeah?" Ozzy tried to act confident, "yeah. You, baby" the virus' killer claw started to glow, "in order to take down Frank I need to take ya down, Jones" Thrax's killer claws sliced right through the table, "Ima kill ya, Jones" the virus tipped the two parts of the table towards the cell, it all happened so fast that Ozzy could not react in time. The table pieces made sure that his body was stuck, "now now, baby" Thrax grabbed Ozzy's shirt before he had any time morph out from under the table pieces. The virus held him in the air, "ya're mine" the Red Death laughed as his killer claw poked through the cell's membrane. Thrax dropped Ozzy on the floor, "now scream, baby", the cell felt a heat inside of him, growing as a cancer, "hm?" the virus looked at the cop in a very curious way, "I see.. Ya're immune" Thrax smirked, "perfect" he grabbed the cell and dragged him along, out of the door, into the hallway where the other germs were standing, "boys! Take this cell and bring him to our 'home', ya understand?" he looked at the germs who all nodded and grabbed the cop and dragged him outside to a car. Ozzy was squished in between two germs, he could look through the rear-view mirror and watch Thrax as the germs drove off with him.
The germs pulled a black bag over the cell's head and pulled him out of the car and into a building, they forced him up a lot stairs and into a room, probably an apartment, "lemme go, ya germs!" Ozzy tried to get loose, but it was five germs against one cell, they tied him to a chair and probably left the apartment. The warmth inside of Ozzy continued to heat up. The bag was removed after a few minutes and right in front of Ozzy was the Red Death, "ya forgot this, Jones" Thrax placed the gun on the beautiful glass dinning table in the room. Ozzy glanced through the room, it was not just an apartment, it was a penthouse; nicely furnished with an expensive couch and an armchair, a beautiful red lamp attached to the roof, the glass dinning table, dinning chairs, a huge kitchen, a door to a bedroom and a bathroom and at last a huge carpet on the floor. Ozzy had never been inside of a penthouse before, "what in the name of Frank do you want with me?!" Ozzy kicked a little with his feet do show that he was frustrated, "I'm contagious, but for some reason" Thrax walked around the chair, "now tell me, ya must've been workin' on a cure, right?" the virus smirked as he stopped in front of Ozzy, "a cure? To you? Why would we?! We thought you were dead, man!" Ozzy kicked a little more, "I see. You must just be immune by luck" Thrax sighed a little, "so you wanna kill me now?" Ozzy prayed to Frank that the virus would not end his life here, "hm.. Kill you? No.. I have a better idea for you, Jones" Thrax smirked and raised his glowing killer claw.
To be continued...