Disclaimer: Thrax, Osmosis Jones, Frank and other characters belonging to
the movie are property of WarnerBros. Delora is my property.
-Saved -
He remembered to have jumped, almost remembered to have fallen on a hard surface, and he was painfully sure that he remembered the pain when hitting his body really hard against what was that he had fallen. The memories finished here. He had his eyes half-closed, looking to his surroundings, a strange place for him and more when his view was so clouded that everything seemed an enormous blurred blot. Then everything began to clear up, he was in a room, and the soft extension on which his mangled body rested seemed to be a bed.
"Oh, you woke up... I thought that you wouldn't survive, dear." A feminine voice sounded to his side. His yellowish eyes discovered a chick virus, of short stature, yellow in color and with shiny blue hair, her enormous red eyes looked him with attention and roguery. She was dressed almost entirely of gray and her long neck was decorated with a spiked belt, as the necklace of a dog.
"Where am I?" He was able to articulate after several tries.
"You're in my bedroom. Can't you noticed it or the alcohol finally touched your head, dear? A very handsome head, I've to say." She sat down to his side, Thrax looked at her a couple of times before closing his eyes again, the simple fact of seeing well again gave him migraines.
"How did I arrive here?" He asked again, feeling as the girl sounded the bandages that covered great part of his torso and arms.
"I picked up you before entering in Melisa." She responded. "And stops talking, dear, or you'll faint again, I'll bring you something to eat, you need to restore forces to cure all that you have broken." And as she said this, her weight was stopped to be feel on the bed and her slight steps went away.
Thrax concentrated on the information. Melisa? And how had she achieved alone to carry him until there? The scent of what the girl was preparing opened his apettite. To the few minutes she re-entered.
"The breakfast of the champions, dear. Don't try to move, you have both arms made powder. I don't know what in the hell you did to end up that way, but I really hope was worthwhile to destroy your sexy body." She winked him an eye, for a moment Thrax felt uncomfortable, not only he was in a strange place, with that... virus, but rather he was also unable to be been worth of himself, at least temporarily. He let her to feed him, feeling more and more humiliated, but physically better. When it ended up, that yellow girl separated the tray to a side and she looked him, leaning her head. "My name's Delora. I'm an anthrax virus." She commented.
"I'm Thrax... The people know me as The Red Death." He responded. So she was the anthrax. Deadly according to the place that she infected... although for her reduced stature she didn't seem too dangerous.
"Curious coincidence, your name with my virus." She giggled, her long and sharp teeth could be seen when she did it. "Well, rests, then I'll come to see how you going, Thrax." And she went out again of the bedroom with the tray.
Delora didn't appear again, until some hours later, when he was deeply sleep, dreaming how he had gotten rid for few centimeters of falling in the flask of alcohol, how for blame of Jones he had only been unable to kill Frank, but he had snatched him his DNA chain.
"Calm, dear... I'm here to take care of you..." The virus passed one of her hands, armed each one with a long claw; for Thrax's, he was sweating and moved, living a nightmare. His eyes opened up suddenly, surprising the girl.
"Delora..." He half closed his eyes, although he didn't know her, she was more pleasing to see that what he was dreaming.
"You remember my name... that's good." She caressed his head again, placing back those violet dreadlocks. "Sleep, I'll stay here with you, dear." And she stayed there the rest of the night.
-Saved -
He remembered to have jumped, almost remembered to have fallen on a hard surface, and he was painfully sure that he remembered the pain when hitting his body really hard against what was that he had fallen. The memories finished here. He had his eyes half-closed, looking to his surroundings, a strange place for him and more when his view was so clouded that everything seemed an enormous blurred blot. Then everything began to clear up, he was in a room, and the soft extension on which his mangled body rested seemed to be a bed.
"Oh, you woke up... I thought that you wouldn't survive, dear." A feminine voice sounded to his side. His yellowish eyes discovered a chick virus, of short stature, yellow in color and with shiny blue hair, her enormous red eyes looked him with attention and roguery. She was dressed almost entirely of gray and her long neck was decorated with a spiked belt, as the necklace of a dog.
"Where am I?" He was able to articulate after several tries.
"You're in my bedroom. Can't you noticed it or the alcohol finally touched your head, dear? A very handsome head, I've to say." She sat down to his side, Thrax looked at her a couple of times before closing his eyes again, the simple fact of seeing well again gave him migraines.
"How did I arrive here?" He asked again, feeling as the girl sounded the bandages that covered great part of his torso and arms.
"I picked up you before entering in Melisa." She responded. "And stops talking, dear, or you'll faint again, I'll bring you something to eat, you need to restore forces to cure all that you have broken." And as she said this, her weight was stopped to be feel on the bed and her slight steps went away.
Thrax concentrated on the information. Melisa? And how had she achieved alone to carry him until there? The scent of what the girl was preparing opened his apettite. To the few minutes she re-entered.
"The breakfast of the champions, dear. Don't try to move, you have both arms made powder. I don't know what in the hell you did to end up that way, but I really hope was worthwhile to destroy your sexy body." She winked him an eye, for a moment Thrax felt uncomfortable, not only he was in a strange place, with that... virus, but rather he was also unable to be been worth of himself, at least temporarily. He let her to feed him, feeling more and more humiliated, but physically better. When it ended up, that yellow girl separated the tray to a side and she looked him, leaning her head. "My name's Delora. I'm an anthrax virus." She commented.
"I'm Thrax... The people know me as The Red Death." He responded. So she was the anthrax. Deadly according to the place that she infected... although for her reduced stature she didn't seem too dangerous.
"Curious coincidence, your name with my virus." She giggled, her long and sharp teeth could be seen when she did it. "Well, rests, then I'll come to see how you going, Thrax." And she went out again of the bedroom with the tray.
Delora didn't appear again, until some hours later, when he was deeply sleep, dreaming how he had gotten rid for few centimeters of falling in the flask of alcohol, how for blame of Jones he had only been unable to kill Frank, but he had snatched him his DNA chain.
"Calm, dear... I'm here to take care of you..." The virus passed one of her hands, armed each one with a long claw; for Thrax's, he was sweating and moved, living a nightmare. His eyes opened up suddenly, surprising the girl.
"Delora..." He half closed his eyes, although he didn't know her, she was more pleasing to see that what he was dreaming.
"You remember my name... that's good." She caressed his head again, placing back those violet dreadlocks. "Sleep, I'll stay here with you, dear." And she stayed there the rest of the night.