So... second chapter finished, after two times correcting and overlooking.. ~
I think there are still wrong words in it. Please tell me in the review if you find something. ;) If not, Enjoy ~ ;)
Thrax fell and fell, the time he was in a freefall down was only a few seconds, but for him, it seems that it had to be minutes. The big and bad Virus he was, now he felt nothing else than panic.
Unable to move his left hand, he saw his final destination: A tablet with a beaker and a few medical instruments on it. And the next moment, he crashed on the beaker, buried under the eyelash that balanced on the beakers rand. Thrax shouted out in pain, as the – for humans very light weighted, but for a little virus like him a very heavy thing – fell on him and injured him badly. Then anything stops for a moment. Thrax gasped painful, at least still trapped in that eyelash with a less chance to get free than before the fall. Oh how hard he tried to free himself, hard enough to quit the sensible balance of the eyelash, so it fall down beneath the beaker, taking Thrax once again with itself.
And that's how it ended up, an loosed eyelash lay on an medical tablet beneath a beaker with 100% alcohol in it. Unable to move, he lay in a totally uncomfortable position, his left hand still caught and broken, with a chest that hurted like breathing in thousands of sharp knifes with every breath he took. Lying helpless like that, Thrax lost consciousness from the pain he had to bear.
More than a hour elapsed till Thrax opened his eyes again. He had to remember what happened in a very painful way when he tried to move his left hand. The pain in his chest was a little bit better now, but he still was trapped in the false eyelash. He sighed, knew it would be a very difficult thing to free himself without dying from the pain.
What he didn't knew was, that he wasn't alone there on that tablet. While he left Frank, another germ left the dying body in the same time on the same way, but without flying that wide. The little germ got on the tablet much earlier and now it snuck around with fear in his only eye.
It searched a way for escaping from where he was, cause the best place for a germ wasn't a tablet with medical things on it. Sneaked around the beaker he stood in front of the most horrible thing he ever saw and feared. The little germ shuddered and took a step backward, before he broke out in panic.
"El muerte roja! El muerte roja!!! Nos matara a todos! Todos moriremos! Todos moriremos!!!" he screamed in his ancient fear from that deadly virus on the ground right ahead. But the fact that Thrax was injured that badly, he wasn't too slow to get the little germ on his leg before it could escape.
"Shut up... I think I got it who I am...." Thrax snarrled silently, bewared to hide his weakness.
The little germ shivered, but stopped to move, thought about his nearly dead. By the fact that Thrax don't do anything, he saw fearly around. "Got it... I wont kill you now..." Thrax whispered.
First one, then more and more eyes looked at the wounded Virus before the little germ spoke shivering. "Por...Porque no me ma... matas?"
"Speak english, Baby... I cant understand you..."
"W...why... you don't kill me...?" the germ asked.
Thrax sighed impatiently. "I need your help. Help me, and be sure I let you alive." Thrax promised. "But try to flee... and I will chase you until I know you are dead... Got it?" he growled, relaxed his grip on the germs leg a little bit.
The green germ shivered again, looked with fearful eyes on Thrax, but then nodded silently. Thrax` grip became harder again. "Got it, I asked?" he snarrled dangerously.
"Y...Yeah man..."
Thrax let go of the germs leg, which sprang back a few steps. "Stay, I warn you, Baby..!"
"W...what... What do you want from me, hombre...?"
"Youre gonna cause me pain, Baby. Release my hand from that eyelash...!" growled. He knew he couldn't do it on his own. Not with the broken rips in his chest, not in the constitution he was.
"N...no man! You`re gonna kill me if I do this!"
"I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T DO IT!" the red virus growled. "Do it without delay!"
The little germ swallowed down his fear. What else could he do than abide what the red death told him... He climbed up very carefully to not annoy the virus again. Thrax didn't move. He bit on his own right hand to get through the pain the little germ will cause to him by releasing his hand.
Swallowing down his fear again, the germ seized the fractured hand on its wrist and unplugged it out of the eyelash with a heavy batch. Not even Thrax thought that the little green germ would have such a strength. The virus` eyes dilated in pain, he cried out a sharp yell, then all became dark again around him...
I think there are still wrong words in it. Please tell me in the review if you find something. ;) If not, Enjoy ~ ;)
Thrax fell and fell, the time he was in a freefall down was only a few seconds, but for him, it seems that it had to be minutes. The big and bad Virus he was, now he felt nothing else than panic.
Unable to move his left hand, he saw his final destination: A tablet with a beaker and a few medical instruments on it. And the next moment, he crashed on the beaker, buried under the eyelash that balanced on the beakers rand. Thrax shouted out in pain, as the – for humans very light weighted, but for a little virus like him a very heavy thing – fell on him and injured him badly. Then anything stops for a moment. Thrax gasped painful, at least still trapped in that eyelash with a less chance to get free than before the fall. Oh how hard he tried to free himself, hard enough to quit the sensible balance of the eyelash, so it fall down beneath the beaker, taking Thrax once again with itself.
And that's how it ended up, an loosed eyelash lay on an medical tablet beneath a beaker with 100% alcohol in it. Unable to move, he lay in a totally uncomfortable position, his left hand still caught and broken, with a chest that hurted like breathing in thousands of sharp knifes with every breath he took. Lying helpless like that, Thrax lost consciousness from the pain he had to bear.
More than a hour elapsed till Thrax opened his eyes again. He had to remember what happened in a very painful way when he tried to move his left hand. The pain in his chest was a little bit better now, but he still was trapped in the false eyelash. He sighed, knew it would be a very difficult thing to free himself without dying from the pain.
What he didn't knew was, that he wasn't alone there on that tablet. While he left Frank, another germ left the dying body in the same time on the same way, but without flying that wide. The little germ got on the tablet much earlier and now it snuck around with fear in his only eye.
It searched a way for escaping from where he was, cause the best place for a germ wasn't a tablet with medical things on it. Sneaked around the beaker he stood in front of the most horrible thing he ever saw and feared. The little germ shuddered and took a step backward, before he broke out in panic.
"El muerte roja! El muerte roja!!! Nos matara a todos! Todos moriremos! Todos moriremos!!!" he screamed in his ancient fear from that deadly virus on the ground right ahead. But the fact that Thrax was injured that badly, he wasn't too slow to get the little germ on his leg before it could escape.
"Shut up... I think I got it who I am...." Thrax snarrled silently, bewared to hide his weakness.
The little germ shivered, but stopped to move, thought about his nearly dead. By the fact that Thrax don't do anything, he saw fearly around. "Got it... I wont kill you now..." Thrax whispered.
First one, then more and more eyes looked at the wounded Virus before the little germ spoke shivering. "Por...Porque no me ma... matas?"
"Speak english, Baby... I cant understand you..."
"W...why... you don't kill me...?" the germ asked.
Thrax sighed impatiently. "I need your help. Help me, and be sure I let you alive." Thrax promised. "But try to flee... and I will chase you until I know you are dead... Got it?" he growled, relaxed his grip on the germs leg a little bit.
The green germ shivered again, looked with fearful eyes on Thrax, but then nodded silently. Thrax` grip became harder again. "Got it, I asked?" he snarrled dangerously.
"Y...Yeah man..."
Thrax let go of the germs leg, which sprang back a few steps. "Stay, I warn you, Baby..!"
"W...what... What do you want from me, hombre...?"
"Youre gonna cause me pain, Baby. Release my hand from that eyelash...!" growled. He knew he couldn't do it on his own. Not with the broken rips in his chest, not in the constitution he was.
"N...no man! You`re gonna kill me if I do this!"
"I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T DO IT!" the red virus growled. "Do it without delay!"
The little germ swallowed down his fear. What else could he do than abide what the red death told him... He climbed up very carefully to not annoy the virus again. Thrax didn't move. He bit on his own right hand to get through the pain the little germ will cause to him by releasing his hand.
Swallowing down his fear again, the germ seized the fractured hand on its wrist and unplugged it out of the eyelash with a heavy batch. Not even Thrax thought that the little green germ would have such a strength. The virus` eyes dilated in pain, he cried out a sharp yell, then all became dark again around him...