Yeah, This is it... Next chapter online
I hope you liked it to the place it is at the moment. I really had a lot of
problems how to rescue Thrax, but here, read yourself. ;)
Jones needed a few hours to get his condition back, but the hours passed fast. Together with Leah and Drix he was prised highly. Frank City looked peaky, but there was nothing beyond repair. The only one who doomed now was the mayor. He had to leave his position for mayor Colonic. But Osmosis Jones got his mark and gun back and was reordered into immunity.
Shivering the little germ looked over the deadly virus, who seemed himself really dead at the moment. Thrax didn't move, but he was only unconscious. The little germ didn't noticed that.
"I... I killed him...!"
he worried about that and came closer again. The first time he could inspect his biggest fear since he was alive without being killed. His only eye dilated when he looked at the injures on El muerte Roja. He turned Thrax over to his back and noticed his turtleneck soaked with cytoplasm, bloody red on the light grey of this clothes. He must have broken a few ribs, one of them broken through his membrane and sticking out a little. His left hand was broken underneath his wrist, the deadly claw became unusable for a whole while.
"Awww man, youre really busted up..." the germ whispered head-shaking.
Then he griped under Thraxs shoulders and pulled him away from the tablet, knowing well that it would be cleaned soon. The little germ was much stronger than anyone could mention after seeing him. He was a Caries-germ, green, able to show many eyes and with a good ability to change his body, using shape-shifting. His name was Evro, and normally he was a really small, cute germ.
The damages he had to bring to the teeths, he had to do it with his own body-strenght, what explains his unnatural source of strength. He smiled a little by this thought, but plagued by fear, though. He didn't know if this was right or not what he was doing there. He feared to let Thrax laying like this, never knowing if he would see him again and have to bear his anger then. And second... he promised. Evrò knows that Thrax was a really evil guy, but he was a virus of dignity. He wont burst his promises. Perhaps once it would be a luck rescuing him.
He needed a awhile to arrive on the tablets rand and took Thrax with him. He thought about going back to Frank who still stayed in the room. But he didn't had a clue how to do that. Evrò was able to change his body in the form he wants to be, like a shape- shifter. He couldn't raise his strength that way, but it would be helpful by carrying Thrax with him. So Evrò grew himself up a little, easier for him to lift Thrax up and not hurt him any more than he already was.
A little angry about himself, Evrò noticed that he was much faster that way. He looked for something on the desk to use to arrive on Frank. And he surprisely found, and not one moment too early. He jumped on the sphygmomanometer, one second before a nurse picked it up, walking over to Frank with it. She layed it down onto the bed, then she carried it with Frank out of the room. He would have to stay a few days in that hospital now, Evrò knew that. First she will carry him in his room, then he will be layed down in another bed, this one he layed on was only a emergency couch.
Once again asking himself, why he is doing all that, Evrò leaved the sphygmomanometer and climbed up the pillow. For a little germ a long way... Evrò feared he wouldn't get it in time, but then he arrived at the ear and hided in. This was the best place in the moment, and the easiest to invade, too. Not much immunity up here at the moment. Breathing hardly, he let Thrax glide to the ground, needed himself a rest now. He felt Frank moving under his feets, when four nurses layed him in another bed. Frank lost consciousness again after coming back to life, but they all knew that he was out of danger at the moment. And the fever of him fell, too. Silently the germ looked around, without fear anymore. It was not that easy to change his body-form, but if, he used not to act like he did when he was in his normal form. It seems that his self-assurance grew with his body, too. And he look really a little fearful.
After gaining a little rest and calming with breathing, he lifted Thrax up again, a little worrying noticed the cytoplasma-lake there, where Thrax layed a moment before. He had to hurry if the virus should survive.
"This aint goin good, hombre..." he sighed, then ran down the ear-nose canal, knowing that there always were a lot of germs in the nose, and sometimes a empty house, too. And if not, he perhaps have to make on of them empty... But he thrown away that thought really fast again. Evrò never killed someone, and only for that virus, he wont begin with killing.
His thought fulfilled itself. Evrò found a lot of apartments, but none of them was empty. And he knew he cant move much more down in the body, or immunity will get him and Thrax. And... he had not much time left, feeling the limb body in his arms groaning in deep pain.
The – now not that little – germ shaked his head, then he choosed an isolated house between a cleft in the nasal-cavity and hided in. He knew at the first moment that this house wasn't empty, but he hadnt another choice. If they would attack him, he would have to defence himself and Thrax.
But none of that happened. Once in the house, he stood in front of a few white blood cells. But contrary to his fears, they didn't scream, attacked him or anything like that. They were just looking. First, a little anger on their faces, but then definitely worried, the strongest of them, a guy in his best years, approached him, looking down.
"Looks not good." He only said. "You are on a flight, arent you?"
"Y...Yeah man..." Evrò replied, totally surprised. Was this a trap?
There was a woman, a child and two men, one of them seemed to be older, as like he was the grandfather of the little family or something. The woman raised her hand up to her face, looking shocked. Then she stepped forward, too, tried to touch Thrax but didn't.
"There, lay him down there...!" she ordered to Evrò, and without any arguments, he followed her order. The older man grabbed the child and brought it away, probably into his room upstairs.
Evrò hadnt any chance to do anything now. The wife shoved him away and took care about Thrax herself, as if she didn't noticed that he was a virus, she cared about his painfully chest-injure and his broken arm. There were a lot of bagatelle wounds, too, but after she and her husband finished, Thrax layed on the couch, covered with a blanket and bonded in a professional woundtreatment as like the wife didn't do anything else in her life than care about injuries.
"That's it... I cant promise, but I think he will survive..." she said, turning around to Evrò. "And now, little guy... You have to explain a lot of things to me.."
Evrò looked at her shocked, he was in his natural form again, not any more scaring to anyone. He could have changed in a second and killed them all, but he couldn't. This people helped him without asking before, and now... he would explain whatever she wanted to know...
The white blood cell I talked about over there is called "Dana". I drew her, here you can watch it ;) http : www . deviantart . com / deviation / 7642879 / (just take the spaces out again XD) She is ©me! (
Jones needed a few hours to get his condition back, but the hours passed fast. Together with Leah and Drix he was prised highly. Frank City looked peaky, but there was nothing beyond repair. The only one who doomed now was the mayor. He had to leave his position for mayor Colonic. But Osmosis Jones got his mark and gun back and was reordered into immunity.
Shivering the little germ looked over the deadly virus, who seemed himself really dead at the moment. Thrax didn't move, but he was only unconscious. The little germ didn't noticed that.
"I... I killed him...!"
he worried about that and came closer again. The first time he could inspect his biggest fear since he was alive without being killed. His only eye dilated when he looked at the injures on El muerte Roja. He turned Thrax over to his back and noticed his turtleneck soaked with cytoplasm, bloody red on the light grey of this clothes. He must have broken a few ribs, one of them broken through his membrane and sticking out a little. His left hand was broken underneath his wrist, the deadly claw became unusable for a whole while.
"Awww man, youre really busted up..." the germ whispered head-shaking.
Then he griped under Thraxs shoulders and pulled him away from the tablet, knowing well that it would be cleaned soon. The little germ was much stronger than anyone could mention after seeing him. He was a Caries-germ, green, able to show many eyes and with a good ability to change his body, using shape-shifting. His name was Evro, and normally he was a really small, cute germ.
The damages he had to bring to the teeths, he had to do it with his own body-strenght, what explains his unnatural source of strength. He smiled a little by this thought, but plagued by fear, though. He didn't know if this was right or not what he was doing there. He feared to let Thrax laying like this, never knowing if he would see him again and have to bear his anger then. And second... he promised. Evrò knows that Thrax was a really evil guy, but he was a virus of dignity. He wont burst his promises. Perhaps once it would be a luck rescuing him.
He needed a awhile to arrive on the tablets rand and took Thrax with him. He thought about going back to Frank who still stayed in the room. But he didn't had a clue how to do that. Evrò was able to change his body in the form he wants to be, like a shape- shifter. He couldn't raise his strength that way, but it would be helpful by carrying Thrax with him. So Evrò grew himself up a little, easier for him to lift Thrax up and not hurt him any more than he already was.
A little angry about himself, Evrò noticed that he was much faster that way. He looked for something on the desk to use to arrive on Frank. And he surprisely found, and not one moment too early. He jumped on the sphygmomanometer, one second before a nurse picked it up, walking over to Frank with it. She layed it down onto the bed, then she carried it with Frank out of the room. He would have to stay a few days in that hospital now, Evrò knew that. First she will carry him in his room, then he will be layed down in another bed, this one he layed on was only a emergency couch.
Once again asking himself, why he is doing all that, Evrò leaved the sphygmomanometer and climbed up the pillow. For a little germ a long way... Evrò feared he wouldn't get it in time, but then he arrived at the ear and hided in. This was the best place in the moment, and the easiest to invade, too. Not much immunity up here at the moment. Breathing hardly, he let Thrax glide to the ground, needed himself a rest now. He felt Frank moving under his feets, when four nurses layed him in another bed. Frank lost consciousness again after coming back to life, but they all knew that he was out of danger at the moment. And the fever of him fell, too. Silently the germ looked around, without fear anymore. It was not that easy to change his body-form, but if, he used not to act like he did when he was in his normal form. It seems that his self-assurance grew with his body, too. And he look really a little fearful.
After gaining a little rest and calming with breathing, he lifted Thrax up again, a little worrying noticed the cytoplasma-lake there, where Thrax layed a moment before. He had to hurry if the virus should survive.
"This aint goin good, hombre..." he sighed, then ran down the ear-nose canal, knowing that there always were a lot of germs in the nose, and sometimes a empty house, too. And if not, he perhaps have to make on of them empty... But he thrown away that thought really fast again. Evrò never killed someone, and only for that virus, he wont begin with killing.
His thought fulfilled itself. Evrò found a lot of apartments, but none of them was empty. And he knew he cant move much more down in the body, or immunity will get him and Thrax. And... he had not much time left, feeling the limb body in his arms groaning in deep pain.
The – now not that little – germ shaked his head, then he choosed an isolated house between a cleft in the nasal-cavity and hided in. He knew at the first moment that this house wasn't empty, but he hadnt another choice. If they would attack him, he would have to defence himself and Thrax.
But none of that happened. Once in the house, he stood in front of a few white blood cells. But contrary to his fears, they didn't scream, attacked him or anything like that. They were just looking. First, a little anger on their faces, but then definitely worried, the strongest of them, a guy in his best years, approached him, looking down.
"Looks not good." He only said. "You are on a flight, arent you?"
"Y...Yeah man..." Evrò replied, totally surprised. Was this a trap?
There was a woman, a child and two men, one of them seemed to be older, as like he was the grandfather of the little family or something. The woman raised her hand up to her face, looking shocked. Then she stepped forward, too, tried to touch Thrax but didn't.
"There, lay him down there...!" she ordered to Evrò, and without any arguments, he followed her order. The older man grabbed the child and brought it away, probably into his room upstairs.
Evrò hadnt any chance to do anything now. The wife shoved him away and took care about Thrax herself, as if she didn't noticed that he was a virus, she cared about his painfully chest-injure and his broken arm. There were a lot of bagatelle wounds, too, but after she and her husband finished, Thrax layed on the couch, covered with a blanket and bonded in a professional woundtreatment as like the wife didn't do anything else in her life than care about injuries.
"That's it... I cant promise, but I think he will survive..." she said, turning around to Evrò. "And now, little guy... You have to explain a lot of things to me.."
Evrò looked at her shocked, he was in his natural form again, not any more scaring to anyone. He could have changed in a second and killed them all, but he couldn't. This people helped him without asking before, and now... he would explain whatever she wanted to know...
The white blood cell I talked about over there is called "Dana". I drew her, here you can watch it ;) http : www . deviantart . com / deviation / 7642879 / (just take the spaces out again XD) She is ©me! (