Chapter 2
Following her first instingt she grabbed hold of his clothes and removed them as fast as possable. Then she condenced some water to rince the alcohol off him. Thrax grunted in pain, but said nothing.
Her first priority was to get him stabilized, but without the proper equipment that would be difficult. Suddenly he went into a fit of caughing, then went limp. Her eyes widened. She didn't know why she did it, but she cradeled his head in her arms and placed her forehead to his, halfway going to her natural form.
Her Alicorn glowed as the base of it touched his dreadlocks. A single tear fell from her eyes and onto his cheek, running down to his lips. As it passed them Thrax began to glow a soft red. His wounds began to close up and heal and life returned to his listless body.
She gasped in surprise that, where once she sensed death, there was life, and dropped him.
"Ow!" he exclaimed as his head hit the table. "What the hell'r ya.."
He noticed he was naked. "Crap!"
"Oh... Sorry..." She turned her head.
"Where...are... my clothes?" he managed
"Over there" She pointed to a black and grey pile of wet cloth a few feet away. "Better let me wash them first... they have alcohol all over them."
"What happened? I remember falling into that beaker, burning pain... You pulled me out and then everything went black..."
"I healed you... It's kind of hard to explain. C'mon..."
She offered her hand and Thrax took it, reluctantly and tried to ignore the fact that he was completely naked. She picked up his clothes and flew him to a high shelf, rincing them well in a puddle of water from a glass that someone spilled on the counter then hung them up to dry.
"You know Thrax, you don't have to cover yourself like that... Nudity is not taboo in my culture."
Thrax kept his hands firmly over his crotch. "Well mine ain't yours."
"Well concidering I'm female..."
Thrax's eyes widened for a second then he smirked. "You're naughty..."
"Glad you noticed..."
"Well considering you're pregnant that was pretty obvi..."
He stopped abruptly as she turned to give him an icy glare. Apparently he'd touched a nerve. To his surprise her eyes flashed as red as his skin as she approched him. His hands moved from his crotch to his sides and his claw glowed in rediness. If she attacked him she would regret it.
But she didn't attack. She simply snorted at him and walked past, shoveing him with her shoulder, walking to the edge of the counter with her arms crossed.
"What was that all about?" He wanted to know.
Her tail wrapped around her ankles and her body tensed.
"Northstar...?" He walked over to her and touched her arm, pulling his hand back when she shuddered.
"The child is half human..." She said at last. "The father used artificial means to impregnate me, because he knew that the weight of his cyborg parts... they cover most of his body now... would have crushed me to death if he'd raped me..."
"Oh..." Even to a virus such as Thrax... Rape was a disgusting act.
He walked around to her front... Her hair was draped over the left side of her face and she was staring at her feet. Slowly she looked up at him and was surprised when she saw concern for her rather than disgust in his eyes. She turned her head away.
"I shouldn't have told you that..." She noticed he wasn't covering himself anymore.
"Has modesty left you dear Thrax?" she smirked, changeing the subject. He smirked back, figureing she'd already seen everything he had so why bother?
They stood there for a long time, looking at the view of the hospital room. Frank was being wheeled out to another room and Shane followed close beside.
"So... tell me more about what the heck you are."
She laughed. "Alright... Um... you may wanna sit down..."
He sat on the ground and she sat in front of him.
"Well for starters I'm a healer... obviously... I'm better at wounds than sickness... though I can cure disease if it's artificially created or mutated... which means I can't cure a body infected by you."
Thrax smirked again.
"Anyway... I've also been trained in several fighting forms... weaponry... etcetera... But my hormones are really screwing with my emotions so until I'm not pregnant anymore I'm gonna be cranky, unpredictable, sometimes submissive and timid, sometimes psycho-bitch from you-know-where..." she sighed, "I've got other powers too, but I really don't feel like listing them off to you okay?"
"Eh..."
"Um... I'm surprised you have..." She pointed between his legs.
"Why should you be? Gotta reproduce don't I?"
"I thought viruses reproduced by injecting something into body cells..."
"Only into certain types of cells... That's the boreing way... Becides you need too much special equipment for that and it gets expensive."
"Ah... So what do we do now?"
"Infect somebody else... and I'm still holding you to your bargan"
Northstar was about to say something when she stopped cold where she was.
"What is it?" Thrax wanted to know.
"Shh!"
"Wha..."
"SH!... There's a fire element near..."
"Yeah.. me..." His talon glowed dimly to emphacize his point..
"No... not you..."
Thrax stood up, claw glowing bright orange, as did Northstar. From behind a pill bottle what looked to the virus like one of Northstar's species walked toward them. The difference was that he was deep red, his tail and mane were made of fire, his horn was not only gnarled and twisted, but also a sooty orange, his wings were batlike and flameing and his eyes were black. The creature snorted smoke and stamped his cloven hooves. Northstar's eyes flashed red...
"You..." There was hatered in her voice.
"Yes... Me..." It grinned cruelly. "I can solve your... 'small' problem you know Princess..."
"Princess?" Thrax mouthed.
"Why would I wan't your help Horde Prime...?" She snarled, going to her natural form and rearing dangerously.
"The spell can be lifted only by the caster.."
Without warning the Unicorn mare reared up and charged the larger, stronger looking stallion. Horde Prime lowered his head and threw her to the side. She caught herself on all four hoofs and charged again. This time they clashed horns.
Interested, Thrax simply stood back and watched. He didn't feel comfortable fighting naked anyway. Northstar crouched low and lunged herself at his throat, teeth first, he dodged, but her horn connected painfully with his side and cut a deep gash along his flank, below the wing.
Horde Prime turned back to her. Where before he seemed amused he was now enraged. Never before had a Unicorn's horn managed to harm him and it never would again. Letting out a roar, his form changed to a flameing Griffin and made another lunge at her. Before he could get to her Thrax lept on him. He had put on his wet cloths and plunged his claw deep into the left side of Horde Prime's chest.
The demon fell and turned to growl at Thrax from the floor. The virus's entire left hand was drenched in blood as he pulled it back.
"Your 'boyfriend' can't protect you forever Northstar... This was a fluke... I'll be back." In a burst of flame, Horde Prime departed.
"He's not my boyfriend..." Northstar returned to her anthropomorphic form. "Why did you interfere?" she demanded. "You could have been killed!" She crossed her arms and glared at him.
A wound on her arm was bleeding, but she didn't seem to care.
"Just keepin' my end of the bargain baby." He told her.
"Oh." She bit her lower lip and look down then returned her gaze to him. "Thank you."
Before Thrax could reply she walked up to him, placed a hand on his mouth and kissed his cheek. Then, smileing, she placed her hand on his chest and in a few seconds his clothes were dry. "It pays to be a water element..."
"Now why the heck couldn't you have done that before?"
"Now where's the fun in that?" She winked and sat down to treat her wound.
"Here... let me do that." Thrax said, kneeling down beside her and takeing the first aid kit.
She looked at him scilently as he began cleaning it. Their eyes met and held for a moment, then Thrax returned to his task. Northstar was grateful that he didn't see her cheeks turn red. He wrapped some gauze around it and placed the first aid supplies back in her bag.
"There... better?"
She flexed her arm as if it's joint had been put back in it's socket. "Yeah." she murmered.
Sighing she looked at the view. She was no stranger to being in a hospital. She'd spent enough time in them, both visiting patents and being a patent herself, but she had never seen one from quite this angle before.
"I think we'd better move on before I get any more weirded out..."
Thrax nodded and tried to take to the air, but discovered that in his breif skirmish with Horde Prime his trenchcoat had been ripped. Curseing he removed it to look over the damage. There was a huge slash all down the left side. Northstar approched him and looked it over. "I'll fix it for you luv..." she told him as she handed it back and transformed. "Hop on. You're not the only one with the power of flight." Decideing not to argue Thrax swung a leg over her back and draped his torn trenchcoat accross the base of her neck.
Letting out a soft neigh she lept from the shelf and took to the air. "Sygnal me by tugging my mane, but gently... I won't hesitate to buck your tail off."
"Just follow Frank..."
"What?!" she exclaimed. "Oh don't tell me we're gonna try to take him down again!"
"Probably not... He'd probably be more useful as a carrier than a victim now... since his immune system knows about me now." he smirked, "Though they think I'm dead, so they wouldn't be expecting another attack."
"Thrax... the man has a daughter."
"So?"
She sighed and beat her wings again, holding them steady to glide in the air. It wasn't long before they finally caught up with Frank. He pointed toward his mouth so, with another flap of her wings and a change in posture, she dove toward it, landing on the outer lip. He began to urge her in when she stopped, head down and eyes closed tight. Grunting she pulled her head up and fought off the pain.
Once inside the body they made their way to the right shoulderblade and got a hotel room. Thrax remained out of sight while Northstar secured it. "Nice place..." she commented, still getting used to the more cellular aspect to this new world. She sat down on the couch in her human form and leaned back, at least it was comfortable. "Mmm..."
"Something wrong baby?" Thrax smirked
"I haven't slept a wink in thirty-two hours... I'm gonna get some shuteye."
"Fine..."
She lay down on the couch and rested her head on the arm. Thrax decided to go see what he could dig up in the refrigerator. When he returned with a couple drinks Northstar was fast asleep, her left arm falling off and touching the floor. Occasionally she would groan in her sleep.
Thrax cocked his head to the side and pushed her hand back onto the couch. In responce she changed positions so that her back was faceing him. He thought it was rather odd that in her anthrophmorphic and natural form her hair was a shimmering gold color, but in human form it was plain brown and a bit less wavy. He reached out slowly and touched it out of curiosity. He'd never seen anyone from the human world like this before, so close to his size, so easy to touch and to study. As he drew his hand from the sleeping girl's hair he noticed something on her back.
Her t-shirt came down a bit in the back and her hair had fallen to the side a bit to reveal her skin. He pulled her shirt out of the way a bit and what he saw peiqued his curiosity even more. Her back was laden with deep, angry scars. From what he didn't know. "Mmm..." he mused and placed one of the drinks on the coffee table near her, then he retired to the back bedroom.
The next morning...
Northstar woke up and streatched out her arms. At first she was startled and had no idea where she was, but soon the grogginess faded and she sat up. "Finally awake?" a smooth voice asked her.
"I'm up Thrax... but awake is another matter entirely..."
"I see... Yeesh you slept a while didn't you... I was gonna wake you up if you slept for more than twelve hours."
"How long was I out?"
"About nine and a half..."
"Well I haven't slept for almost two days so..."
"Yeah I figured... You should take it easy with that baby and all..."
"Yeah.." was it just her or did he sound concerned?
"Want some eggs?" He set down a plate of eggs and hash
"You cook?"
"Hey I'm a batchlor baby... Whatda you expect?"
"Thanks..."
Without another word she sat and ate. They remained in the hotel for about another week. Outside Frank was going on a camping trip with Shane. Just him and his daughter. It was that night that Thrax decided that they would be leaveing Frank's body.
They drove up to the mouth, which seemed to be Thrax's favorite way of entering and leaveing a body, but on the way, roughly around the jugular they passed by a familiar blue sports car... with a very familiar white blood cell and cold pill.
Osmosis recodnized Thrax immediately and, assumeing that Northstar was a hostage since Jones had only seen her natural form, the chase began. They careened through highways and Thrax nearly knocked some people off the roads. It was a wonder why he didn't.
Eventually the persuit ended in the throat when Drix shot out the two back tires. Almost in unison Thrax and his passanger exited the vehicle and Drix opened fire on the Virus while Osmosis tried to move to secure Northstar. She would have none of it and slapped his hand away as she rushed in front of Thrax, her right hand held out before her to stop the ball of ice in it's tracks.
Thrax just looked at her, bewildered. It was as if the blast from Drix's cannon were being held up right in front of his face by string. As quickly as she had caught it she threw it to the side. "Ice..." she said, "is simply frozen water... Care to have another go at it there luv?" She condenced an iceball of her own and threw it at their feet, freezeing the ground in front of them as a warning.
"Look I don't know who you are, but nither of you are goin nowhere!" Jones growled, holding his gun up. "I don't know how that hot-head survived, but he ain't gonna much longer!"
Northstar took Thrax's right hand in her left. He looked at her, raiseing an eyebrow. "Trust me..." Was all she said, before a tentacle of ice surrounded them and she took flight, useing the ice that surrounded them as a sheild from the gunfire.
Once they were out of range she let go of him so that Thrax could extend his trenchcoat. "Impressive baby... and to think I was starting to think you were useless.."
Northstar smirked. "You should see me when I'm not pregnant..."
"Hopefully that'll be soon... Is it really normal for you to be this moody?" They had just passed the base of the tounge.
"Oh very funny... You want me to ice you?"
They were off past the lips and into the wilderness and landed on a blade of grass to rest. "Well that was pointless..." Northstar sighed, referring to the breif skirmish with Osmosis and Drix. Thrax half smiled, but said nothing. The Unarie woman exhaled and leaned back on her hand. Her wings drooped down in a lazy resting position. Her other hand draped accross her lap and her eyes half closed. She wasn't tired, just enjoying her moment of rare tranquility.
Thrax stared at her for a while. She had an innocence about her that he had come to like, but she had also proved very useful to him when her hormones didn't have the better of her. As she sat there dozeing Thrax slid his hand under a few strands of hair on her tail and ran his claws through them. At first Northstar didn't seem to notice, but then with a gasp she turned half her body to face him. "Thrax... wha... what are you doing?"
"Sorry baby... I've never seen hair before... not like this."
"Oh...I thought you were... nevermind."
"Nah... Just curious about your locks."
"Are you a telepath or something?" she smirked
"No... But I figured that's what you were thinking... Hey Northstar?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I was?"
"Mmm..."
She nervously returned to her orriginal position and just as she had begun to relax she felt a hand over hers... well it was actually a few fingers, but it still shocked the heck out of her. She turned to look at Thrax. He was looking in another direction, probably looking for another victim, but his three fingers had absentmindedly found themselves touching hers.
For a moment she just stared at him then, pulling her fingers from under his, she shifted positions. Scooting beside him she leaned against his right arm to see what he would do. His eyes never shifted, but his arm did. It wraped itself around her shoulders and pulled her against his side.
She looked at him again, still a little nervous. His head didn't move and his expression never changed, never faultered. Exhaleing again she laied her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Thank you Thrax..." She whispered. She was finally begining to adjust to this new world...
Following her first instingt she grabbed hold of his clothes and removed them as fast as possable. Then she condenced some water to rince the alcohol off him. Thrax grunted in pain, but said nothing.
Her first priority was to get him stabilized, but without the proper equipment that would be difficult. Suddenly he went into a fit of caughing, then went limp. Her eyes widened. She didn't know why she did it, but she cradeled his head in her arms and placed her forehead to his, halfway going to her natural form.
Her Alicorn glowed as the base of it touched his dreadlocks. A single tear fell from her eyes and onto his cheek, running down to his lips. As it passed them Thrax began to glow a soft red. His wounds began to close up and heal and life returned to his listless body.
She gasped in surprise that, where once she sensed death, there was life, and dropped him.
"Ow!" he exclaimed as his head hit the table. "What the hell'r ya.."
He noticed he was naked. "Crap!"
"Oh... Sorry..." She turned her head.
"Where...are... my clothes?" he managed
"Over there" She pointed to a black and grey pile of wet cloth a few feet away. "Better let me wash them first... they have alcohol all over them."
"What happened? I remember falling into that beaker, burning pain... You pulled me out and then everything went black..."
"I healed you... It's kind of hard to explain. C'mon..."
She offered her hand and Thrax took it, reluctantly and tried to ignore the fact that he was completely naked. She picked up his clothes and flew him to a high shelf, rincing them well in a puddle of water from a glass that someone spilled on the counter then hung them up to dry.
"You know Thrax, you don't have to cover yourself like that... Nudity is not taboo in my culture."
Thrax kept his hands firmly over his crotch. "Well mine ain't yours."
"Well concidering I'm female..."
Thrax's eyes widened for a second then he smirked. "You're naughty..."
"Glad you noticed..."
"Well considering you're pregnant that was pretty obvi..."
He stopped abruptly as she turned to give him an icy glare. Apparently he'd touched a nerve. To his surprise her eyes flashed as red as his skin as she approched him. His hands moved from his crotch to his sides and his claw glowed in rediness. If she attacked him she would regret it.
But she didn't attack. She simply snorted at him and walked past, shoveing him with her shoulder, walking to the edge of the counter with her arms crossed.
"What was that all about?" He wanted to know.
Her tail wrapped around her ankles and her body tensed.
"Northstar...?" He walked over to her and touched her arm, pulling his hand back when she shuddered.
"The child is half human..." She said at last. "The father used artificial means to impregnate me, because he knew that the weight of his cyborg parts... they cover most of his body now... would have crushed me to death if he'd raped me..."
"Oh..." Even to a virus such as Thrax... Rape was a disgusting act.
He walked around to her front... Her hair was draped over the left side of her face and she was staring at her feet. Slowly she looked up at him and was surprised when she saw concern for her rather than disgust in his eyes. She turned her head away.
"I shouldn't have told you that..." She noticed he wasn't covering himself anymore.
"Has modesty left you dear Thrax?" she smirked, changeing the subject. He smirked back, figureing she'd already seen everything he had so why bother?
They stood there for a long time, looking at the view of the hospital room. Frank was being wheeled out to another room and Shane followed close beside.
"So... tell me more about what the heck you are."
She laughed. "Alright... Um... you may wanna sit down..."
He sat on the ground and she sat in front of him.
"Well for starters I'm a healer... obviously... I'm better at wounds than sickness... though I can cure disease if it's artificially created or mutated... which means I can't cure a body infected by you."
Thrax smirked again.
"Anyway... I've also been trained in several fighting forms... weaponry... etcetera... But my hormones are really screwing with my emotions so until I'm not pregnant anymore I'm gonna be cranky, unpredictable, sometimes submissive and timid, sometimes psycho-bitch from you-know-where..." she sighed, "I've got other powers too, but I really don't feel like listing them off to you okay?"
"Eh..."
"Um... I'm surprised you have..." She pointed between his legs.
"Why should you be? Gotta reproduce don't I?"
"I thought viruses reproduced by injecting something into body cells..."
"Only into certain types of cells... That's the boreing way... Becides you need too much special equipment for that and it gets expensive."
"Ah... So what do we do now?"
"Infect somebody else... and I'm still holding you to your bargan"
Northstar was about to say something when she stopped cold where she was.
"What is it?" Thrax wanted to know.
"Shh!"
"Wha..."
"SH!... There's a fire element near..."
"Yeah.. me..." His talon glowed dimly to emphacize his point..
"No... not you..."
Thrax stood up, claw glowing bright orange, as did Northstar. From behind a pill bottle what looked to the virus like one of Northstar's species walked toward them. The difference was that he was deep red, his tail and mane were made of fire, his horn was not only gnarled and twisted, but also a sooty orange, his wings were batlike and flameing and his eyes were black. The creature snorted smoke and stamped his cloven hooves. Northstar's eyes flashed red...
"You..." There was hatered in her voice.
"Yes... Me..." It grinned cruelly. "I can solve your... 'small' problem you know Princess..."
"Princess?" Thrax mouthed.
"Why would I wan't your help Horde Prime...?" She snarled, going to her natural form and rearing dangerously.
"The spell can be lifted only by the caster.."
Without warning the Unicorn mare reared up and charged the larger, stronger looking stallion. Horde Prime lowered his head and threw her to the side. She caught herself on all four hoofs and charged again. This time they clashed horns.
Interested, Thrax simply stood back and watched. He didn't feel comfortable fighting naked anyway. Northstar crouched low and lunged herself at his throat, teeth first, he dodged, but her horn connected painfully with his side and cut a deep gash along his flank, below the wing.
Horde Prime turned back to her. Where before he seemed amused he was now enraged. Never before had a Unicorn's horn managed to harm him and it never would again. Letting out a roar, his form changed to a flameing Griffin and made another lunge at her. Before he could get to her Thrax lept on him. He had put on his wet cloths and plunged his claw deep into the left side of Horde Prime's chest.
The demon fell and turned to growl at Thrax from the floor. The virus's entire left hand was drenched in blood as he pulled it back.
"Your 'boyfriend' can't protect you forever Northstar... This was a fluke... I'll be back." In a burst of flame, Horde Prime departed.
"He's not my boyfriend..." Northstar returned to her anthropomorphic form. "Why did you interfere?" she demanded. "You could have been killed!" She crossed her arms and glared at him.
A wound on her arm was bleeding, but she didn't seem to care.
"Just keepin' my end of the bargain baby." He told her.
"Oh." She bit her lower lip and look down then returned her gaze to him. "Thank you."
Before Thrax could reply she walked up to him, placed a hand on his mouth and kissed his cheek. Then, smileing, she placed her hand on his chest and in a few seconds his clothes were dry. "It pays to be a water element..."
"Now why the heck couldn't you have done that before?"
"Now where's the fun in that?" She winked and sat down to treat her wound.
"Here... let me do that." Thrax said, kneeling down beside her and takeing the first aid kit.
She looked at him scilently as he began cleaning it. Their eyes met and held for a moment, then Thrax returned to his task. Northstar was grateful that he didn't see her cheeks turn red. He wrapped some gauze around it and placed the first aid supplies back in her bag.
"There... better?"
She flexed her arm as if it's joint had been put back in it's socket. "Yeah." she murmered.
Sighing she looked at the view. She was no stranger to being in a hospital. She'd spent enough time in them, both visiting patents and being a patent herself, but she had never seen one from quite this angle before.
"I think we'd better move on before I get any more weirded out..."
Thrax nodded and tried to take to the air, but discovered that in his breif skirmish with Horde Prime his trenchcoat had been ripped. Curseing he removed it to look over the damage. There was a huge slash all down the left side. Northstar approched him and looked it over. "I'll fix it for you luv..." she told him as she handed it back and transformed. "Hop on. You're not the only one with the power of flight." Decideing not to argue Thrax swung a leg over her back and draped his torn trenchcoat accross the base of her neck.
Letting out a soft neigh she lept from the shelf and took to the air. "Sygnal me by tugging my mane, but gently... I won't hesitate to buck your tail off."
"Just follow Frank..."
"What?!" she exclaimed. "Oh don't tell me we're gonna try to take him down again!"
"Probably not... He'd probably be more useful as a carrier than a victim now... since his immune system knows about me now." he smirked, "Though they think I'm dead, so they wouldn't be expecting another attack."
"Thrax... the man has a daughter."
"So?"
She sighed and beat her wings again, holding them steady to glide in the air. It wasn't long before they finally caught up with Frank. He pointed toward his mouth so, with another flap of her wings and a change in posture, she dove toward it, landing on the outer lip. He began to urge her in when she stopped, head down and eyes closed tight. Grunting she pulled her head up and fought off the pain.
Once inside the body they made their way to the right shoulderblade and got a hotel room. Thrax remained out of sight while Northstar secured it. "Nice place..." she commented, still getting used to the more cellular aspect to this new world. She sat down on the couch in her human form and leaned back, at least it was comfortable. "Mmm..."
"Something wrong baby?" Thrax smirked
"I haven't slept a wink in thirty-two hours... I'm gonna get some shuteye."
"Fine..."
She lay down on the couch and rested her head on the arm. Thrax decided to go see what he could dig up in the refrigerator. When he returned with a couple drinks Northstar was fast asleep, her left arm falling off and touching the floor. Occasionally she would groan in her sleep.
Thrax cocked his head to the side and pushed her hand back onto the couch. In responce she changed positions so that her back was faceing him. He thought it was rather odd that in her anthrophmorphic and natural form her hair was a shimmering gold color, but in human form it was plain brown and a bit less wavy. He reached out slowly and touched it out of curiosity. He'd never seen anyone from the human world like this before, so close to his size, so easy to touch and to study. As he drew his hand from the sleeping girl's hair he noticed something on her back.
Her t-shirt came down a bit in the back and her hair had fallen to the side a bit to reveal her skin. He pulled her shirt out of the way a bit and what he saw peiqued his curiosity even more. Her back was laden with deep, angry scars. From what he didn't know. "Mmm..." he mused and placed one of the drinks on the coffee table near her, then he retired to the back bedroom.
The next morning...
Northstar woke up and streatched out her arms. At first she was startled and had no idea where she was, but soon the grogginess faded and she sat up. "Finally awake?" a smooth voice asked her.
"I'm up Thrax... but awake is another matter entirely..."
"I see... Yeesh you slept a while didn't you... I was gonna wake you up if you slept for more than twelve hours."
"How long was I out?"
"About nine and a half..."
"Well I haven't slept for almost two days so..."
"Yeah I figured... You should take it easy with that baby and all..."
"Yeah.." was it just her or did he sound concerned?
"Want some eggs?" He set down a plate of eggs and hash
"You cook?"
"Hey I'm a batchlor baby... Whatda you expect?"
"Thanks..."
Without another word she sat and ate. They remained in the hotel for about another week. Outside Frank was going on a camping trip with Shane. Just him and his daughter. It was that night that Thrax decided that they would be leaveing Frank's body.
They drove up to the mouth, which seemed to be Thrax's favorite way of entering and leaveing a body, but on the way, roughly around the jugular they passed by a familiar blue sports car... with a very familiar white blood cell and cold pill.
Osmosis recodnized Thrax immediately and, assumeing that Northstar was a hostage since Jones had only seen her natural form, the chase began. They careened through highways and Thrax nearly knocked some people off the roads. It was a wonder why he didn't.
Eventually the persuit ended in the throat when Drix shot out the two back tires. Almost in unison Thrax and his passanger exited the vehicle and Drix opened fire on the Virus while Osmosis tried to move to secure Northstar. She would have none of it and slapped his hand away as she rushed in front of Thrax, her right hand held out before her to stop the ball of ice in it's tracks.
Thrax just looked at her, bewildered. It was as if the blast from Drix's cannon were being held up right in front of his face by string. As quickly as she had caught it she threw it to the side. "Ice..." she said, "is simply frozen water... Care to have another go at it there luv?" She condenced an iceball of her own and threw it at their feet, freezeing the ground in front of them as a warning.
"Look I don't know who you are, but nither of you are goin nowhere!" Jones growled, holding his gun up. "I don't know how that hot-head survived, but he ain't gonna much longer!"
Northstar took Thrax's right hand in her left. He looked at her, raiseing an eyebrow. "Trust me..." Was all she said, before a tentacle of ice surrounded them and she took flight, useing the ice that surrounded them as a sheild from the gunfire.
Once they were out of range she let go of him so that Thrax could extend his trenchcoat. "Impressive baby... and to think I was starting to think you were useless.."
Northstar smirked. "You should see me when I'm not pregnant..."
"Hopefully that'll be soon... Is it really normal for you to be this moody?" They had just passed the base of the tounge.
"Oh very funny... You want me to ice you?"
They were off past the lips and into the wilderness and landed on a blade of grass to rest. "Well that was pointless..." Northstar sighed, referring to the breif skirmish with Osmosis and Drix. Thrax half smiled, but said nothing. The Unarie woman exhaled and leaned back on her hand. Her wings drooped down in a lazy resting position. Her other hand draped accross her lap and her eyes half closed. She wasn't tired, just enjoying her moment of rare tranquility.
Thrax stared at her for a while. She had an innocence about her that he had come to like, but she had also proved very useful to him when her hormones didn't have the better of her. As she sat there dozeing Thrax slid his hand under a few strands of hair on her tail and ran his claws through them. At first Northstar didn't seem to notice, but then with a gasp she turned half her body to face him. "Thrax... wha... what are you doing?"
"Sorry baby... I've never seen hair before... not like this."
"Oh...I thought you were... nevermind."
"Nah... Just curious about your locks."
"Are you a telepath or something?" she smirked
"No... But I figured that's what you were thinking... Hey Northstar?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I was?"
"Mmm..."
She nervously returned to her orriginal position and just as she had begun to relax she felt a hand over hers... well it was actually a few fingers, but it still shocked the heck out of her. She turned to look at Thrax. He was looking in another direction, probably looking for another victim, but his three fingers had absentmindedly found themselves touching hers.
For a moment she just stared at him then, pulling her fingers from under his, she shifted positions. Scooting beside him she leaned against his right arm to see what he would do. His eyes never shifted, but his arm did. It wraped itself around her shoulders and pulled her against his side.
She looked at him again, still a little nervous. His head didn't move and his expression never changed, never faultered. Exhaleing again she laied her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Thank you Thrax..." She whispered. She was finally begining to adjust to this new world...