Disclaimer: Thrax, Osmosis Jones, Frank and other characters belonging to
the movie are property of WarnerBros. Delora is my property.
-Awakenings -
When Thrax opened his eyes the first thing that he saw was Delora's blue dreadlocks, she was deeply sleeping, totally immobile, save for the rhythmic movement that made her thoracic box ascending and lowering as she breathed. He felt better, that rest and what ate the previous day had served him of a lot. The Red Death tried to move his left arm, and with effort and hurting, he got it. He lit the claw that shone red as the fire.
"Good morning, dear." The drowsed voice of Delora attracted his attention. She stretched out arching her back a little.
"Good morning, baby." Thrax let himself smile her, after all, she had saved his life without knowing him.
"How are you this morning?" She asked incorporating and looking at the bandages.
"Better. Hey, baby, help me to get up."
Delora got off the bed with a little jump and helped him to stand up, the incredible difference of height didn't help a lot. When being standing, Thrax could see all surface that was blindfolded, most of the body.
"Why so much bandage, baby?" He lifted a brow, leaning on in a near wall with a hand.
"You had the skin burned by the alcohol that had spilled in the table. Dear, you're so red without skin." The chick virus laughed.
"How funny." He tried to take off the bandages of the arms with his claws.
"Don't do that!.. Let me help you, c'mon." And shaking her head she began to undo the ties to leave the skin, already recovered, of the virus. "Your clothes are there, they regenerate quicker than you. Did you know it?" She sat down in the bed to see how Thrax that only wore a black boxer, got dressed. The male virus tried to ignore those big eyes that observed him without chastity, it was more than obvious that the girl enjoyed with the view.
Once he was dressed, trenchcoat included, he faced her.
"And what if we make sure that you are under perfect physical conditions, dear?" Delora was lying in the bed, with the stomach on the surface, looking at him.
"What do you suggest, baby?" He threw some the collar of the jacket, to place it well.
"Mmmh... don't I know... how if... do we kill this city?" She said with cheerful and innocent tone.
"I like the way you think." He smiled of half side and together abandoned the place. "By the way. How did you find me?"
"I abandoned Claude city, in the hospital. I flew until a table, to go to another body, then I saw you. You were thrown beside a flask of alcohol, you were in death agony and I feel sorry for you, so I picked up you. You have slept one week, dear, that's why I already thought that you would die... but you are harder of that than I believed." She threw him a roguish smile. "While you slept I infected this city." They walked down the street, aware that their presence frightened the wayfarers.
"And haven't you killed this city yet? I thought that the anthrax was a quick illness."
"I'm taking my time, dear. Also, where do I go carring an enormous unconscious guy? I didn't have a lot of election. Don't you think?"
Of an alley left a quartet of germs and they faced them.
"Our boss wants to see you." One of them said, tall almost as much as Thrax, with an unique, big and buggy eye that gave him the aspect of an insect.
"Mmh, an audience with the great boss Estafilococo (sorry, I can't find the name in english). This is looking seriously good, dear." Delora smiled and both virus was guided to where the boss was.
They entered in a great mansion. As much Delora as Thrax observed the place with curiosity, although Delora seemed more interested in the goons germs that "accompanied" them, than in the house. The germs drove them to what seemed an office, big and with luxury until the roof, all very exaggerated.
"So you are those that are affecting my city..." Estafilococos left of behind the table, was kinda old and very slim, but he didn't seem very fragile.
"Exactly, dear." The girl looked at Thrax, he remained in silence, he was surely still too weak as to become insolent with those types.
"Then stop to do it and go out of my body! Nobody will make sick and will kill Melisa without my permission, and you don't have it!" He lifted a finger toward the male virus that looked him not very impressed in a principle and very bugged at the end of the exclamation, but he hid it with a sarcastic smile.
Thrax looked Delora at a moment, smiling her, before grabbing the head of that guy with the claws of his right hand, he cutted his throat so quick that when the rest of the Estafilococos' body fell to the floor, the bodyguards germs hadn't still taken out their guns.
"Wow, deeear!" The girl exclaimed biting her inferior lip with her sharp fangs.
"I don't like that others tell me who I can and who I cannot infect, baby." He responded very calm, letting the bacteria's head fall. All the goons that were in the room, began to take out their weapons, willing to shoot to the virus.
"Mmh, I like this!" The small virus lengthened her hands toward the sides and rushed against a group.
Thrax, then could notice that the same as him, but in the other hand, the girl's first claw shone and burned all in its road. Surprised by the discovery and seeing that killer machine that passed of a goon to another, without considerations; he attacked then those that had stayed behind him. In few seconds all ended. The office was totally destroyed and spotted of the remains of the germs.
"I hadn't enjoyed so much since long time." Delora said, licking her claws.
"It hasn't been bad." They left walking as calm as they entered. They walked down the street.
"And which is your objective, dear? You know, what about The Red Death?"
"My objective is the hypothalamus, baby. And to take there a piece of DNA..." Thrax made a movement with his right hand, where his old chain was.
"What's the matter, dear? You feel bad again?"
"No... it's that I lost... rather; they snatched me, the chain where I kept all the pieces that I took. Damned Jones..." His face began to show an expression terrifyingly aggressive.
"Calm, dear. Let's do a thing..." She put him a hand on his arm, trying to calm him. Thrax looked at her, waiting to the proposal. "We'll look for another chain and you will begin to fill it again. Okay? A new beginning."
"As if it was so simple, baby. The chain was with me almost since I was born. And I've never seen another." He continued looking at her, now with incredulity.
"That is because you have never looked for it. You will see how we find it. Meanwhile..." Se left the sentence unfinished, her view a moment had strayed and she had seen the newspapers in a kiosk, she caught one and began to read it. The tradesman didn't dare to tell her something. "It cannot be true... But if I've acted as a flu!"
Thrax removed the newspaper from her hands and he read it, in the holder of the front page was read: "DANGER: ANTHRAX."
"How have they discovered me?" She asked to the male that continued reading the news.
"An analysis, yesterday." He responded. "According to this, they made an analysis to Melisa, routine of this period and they discovered you. But that's not the worst thing, baby." He lifted the view.
"What can be worse than to be discovered?"
"That have injected two antibodies to stop you: Ciprofloxacina and Doxiclina."
A panic expression could be read in the girl's face.
"No them! Why don't they allow me to infect a body in peace?!"
"Friends of yours?"
"Dox and Cina... That couple of bastards has bothered me the last five infections!"
"And you can't fight them, I suppose."
"No, I've attempted it, but they're ready to go against me. I had to run away... It's no fair, they are two!"
"Well. I still owe you a favor to save me, baby. So leave them to me." He said smoothly, passing a hand over her shoulders.
"Would you do that?" She get closer. "You are a lovely thing. Okay, if you free me of them, I look for you a new chain. Do you like it?"
"I like it, baby." Thrax separated from her and smiled her. This was the start of a good friendship.
-Awakenings -
When Thrax opened his eyes the first thing that he saw was Delora's blue dreadlocks, she was deeply sleeping, totally immobile, save for the rhythmic movement that made her thoracic box ascending and lowering as she breathed. He felt better, that rest and what ate the previous day had served him of a lot. The Red Death tried to move his left arm, and with effort and hurting, he got it. He lit the claw that shone red as the fire.
"Good morning, dear." The drowsed voice of Delora attracted his attention. She stretched out arching her back a little.
"Good morning, baby." Thrax let himself smile her, after all, she had saved his life without knowing him.
"How are you this morning?" She asked incorporating and looking at the bandages.
"Better. Hey, baby, help me to get up."
Delora got off the bed with a little jump and helped him to stand up, the incredible difference of height didn't help a lot. When being standing, Thrax could see all surface that was blindfolded, most of the body.
"Why so much bandage, baby?" He lifted a brow, leaning on in a near wall with a hand.
"You had the skin burned by the alcohol that had spilled in the table. Dear, you're so red without skin." The chick virus laughed.
"How funny." He tried to take off the bandages of the arms with his claws.
"Don't do that!.. Let me help you, c'mon." And shaking her head she began to undo the ties to leave the skin, already recovered, of the virus. "Your clothes are there, they regenerate quicker than you. Did you know it?" She sat down in the bed to see how Thrax that only wore a black boxer, got dressed. The male virus tried to ignore those big eyes that observed him without chastity, it was more than obvious that the girl enjoyed with the view.
Once he was dressed, trenchcoat included, he faced her.
"And what if we make sure that you are under perfect physical conditions, dear?" Delora was lying in the bed, with the stomach on the surface, looking at him.
"What do you suggest, baby?" He threw some the collar of the jacket, to place it well.
"Mmmh... don't I know... how if... do we kill this city?" She said with cheerful and innocent tone.
"I like the way you think." He smiled of half side and together abandoned the place. "By the way. How did you find me?"
"I abandoned Claude city, in the hospital. I flew until a table, to go to another body, then I saw you. You were thrown beside a flask of alcohol, you were in death agony and I feel sorry for you, so I picked up you. You have slept one week, dear, that's why I already thought that you would die... but you are harder of that than I believed." She threw him a roguish smile. "While you slept I infected this city." They walked down the street, aware that their presence frightened the wayfarers.
"And haven't you killed this city yet? I thought that the anthrax was a quick illness."
"I'm taking my time, dear. Also, where do I go carring an enormous unconscious guy? I didn't have a lot of election. Don't you think?"
Of an alley left a quartet of germs and they faced them.
"Our boss wants to see you." One of them said, tall almost as much as Thrax, with an unique, big and buggy eye that gave him the aspect of an insect.
"Mmh, an audience with the great boss Estafilococo (sorry, I can't find the name in english). This is looking seriously good, dear." Delora smiled and both virus was guided to where the boss was.
They entered in a great mansion. As much Delora as Thrax observed the place with curiosity, although Delora seemed more interested in the goons germs that "accompanied" them, than in the house. The germs drove them to what seemed an office, big and with luxury until the roof, all very exaggerated.
"So you are those that are affecting my city..." Estafilococos left of behind the table, was kinda old and very slim, but he didn't seem very fragile.
"Exactly, dear." The girl looked at Thrax, he remained in silence, he was surely still too weak as to become insolent with those types.
"Then stop to do it and go out of my body! Nobody will make sick and will kill Melisa without my permission, and you don't have it!" He lifted a finger toward the male virus that looked him not very impressed in a principle and very bugged at the end of the exclamation, but he hid it with a sarcastic smile.
Thrax looked Delora at a moment, smiling her, before grabbing the head of that guy with the claws of his right hand, he cutted his throat so quick that when the rest of the Estafilococos' body fell to the floor, the bodyguards germs hadn't still taken out their guns.
"Wow, deeear!" The girl exclaimed biting her inferior lip with her sharp fangs.
"I don't like that others tell me who I can and who I cannot infect, baby." He responded very calm, letting the bacteria's head fall. All the goons that were in the room, began to take out their weapons, willing to shoot to the virus.
"Mmh, I like this!" The small virus lengthened her hands toward the sides and rushed against a group.
Thrax, then could notice that the same as him, but in the other hand, the girl's first claw shone and burned all in its road. Surprised by the discovery and seeing that killer machine that passed of a goon to another, without considerations; he attacked then those that had stayed behind him. In few seconds all ended. The office was totally destroyed and spotted of the remains of the germs.
"I hadn't enjoyed so much since long time." Delora said, licking her claws.
"It hasn't been bad." They left walking as calm as they entered. They walked down the street.
"And which is your objective, dear? You know, what about The Red Death?"
"My objective is the hypothalamus, baby. And to take there a piece of DNA..." Thrax made a movement with his right hand, where his old chain was.
"What's the matter, dear? You feel bad again?"
"No... it's that I lost... rather; they snatched me, the chain where I kept all the pieces that I took. Damned Jones..." His face began to show an expression terrifyingly aggressive.
"Calm, dear. Let's do a thing..." She put him a hand on his arm, trying to calm him. Thrax looked at her, waiting to the proposal. "We'll look for another chain and you will begin to fill it again. Okay? A new beginning."
"As if it was so simple, baby. The chain was with me almost since I was born. And I've never seen another." He continued looking at her, now with incredulity.
"That is because you have never looked for it. You will see how we find it. Meanwhile..." Se left the sentence unfinished, her view a moment had strayed and she had seen the newspapers in a kiosk, she caught one and began to read it. The tradesman didn't dare to tell her something. "It cannot be true... But if I've acted as a flu!"
Thrax removed the newspaper from her hands and he read it, in the holder of the front page was read: "DANGER: ANTHRAX."
"How have they discovered me?" She asked to the male that continued reading the news.
"An analysis, yesterday." He responded. "According to this, they made an analysis to Melisa, routine of this period and they discovered you. But that's not the worst thing, baby." He lifted the view.
"What can be worse than to be discovered?"
"That have injected two antibodies to stop you: Ciprofloxacina and Doxiclina."
A panic expression could be read in the girl's face.
"No them! Why don't they allow me to infect a body in peace?!"
"Friends of yours?"
"Dox and Cina... That couple of bastards has bothered me the last five infections!"
"And you can't fight them, I suppose."
"No, I've attempted it, but they're ready to go against me. I had to run away... It's no fair, they are two!"
"Well. I still owe you a favor to save me, baby. So leave them to me." He said smoothly, passing a hand over her shoulders.
"Would you do that?" She get closer. "You are a lovely thing. Okay, if you free me of them, I look for you a new chain. Do you like it?"
"I like it, baby." Thrax separated from her and smiled her. This was the start of a good friendship.