Chapter One - Guess Who's Back DISCLAIMER- I only 'own' Mantra, Cori, and the Sneeze Brothers. The rest are owned by... Uhm, the movie makers?
There may just be OOC-ness, so watch ooooout! This /is/ going to be my first fic.
The burning sensation was horrid - and it just wouldn't stop. As they say, "Alcohol is a germs (in this case, virsuses) worst enemy"... Or maybe they don't say that.
A sickly-green, skeletal hand once again breached the surface of the vile liquid. It latched onto the fake eye-lash that had fell down with it, and used its last ounce of strength to pull itself up, onto it.
The emergency was well over. The kid, her father, and uncle had left for home.
A nurse was cleaning the room up, putting things back to where they had been before.
Though when she passed by the glass, she stopped. She spotted something floating in it. Upon further inspection, she found it was...
A fake eye-lash.
Mumbling quietly to herself, she plucked the offending object out of the glass, and just aimlessly flicked it away.
Little did she know that there was a... Visitor riding on her index finger...
Thrax was back.
In a dark, mainly abandoned ware-house...
A pink female virus sat, perched upon one of the cielings rafters. Swinging her legs idly she watched as her friend slashed with her sword at some invisible enemy down below.
Suddenly, her friend looked up, tilting her head a slight bit. "You should not sit up in high places with skirts on," pointed out the black bacterial female before she went back to training.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, the pink virus glanced slowly around at the cieling. There were places where the shingles had fallen away, letting the light in - though it was still rather hard to see. Unless you were used to the dark, anyway.
Every single window and visable door had been boarded shut. The way in was carefully hidden beneath a few boxes. Therefore, there always had to be someone inside - or no one could get in, at all.
Suddenly, a knock emitted from somewhere underneath the boxes...
The bacteria hesitated, then stabbed the ground, making a temporary sheath out of it before walking over to the boxes. It didn't take her long before they were off, but then she crouched down on top of the door, replacing them. She knocked back one. "Password."
"But there is no password," came the muffled reply. The bacteria stood, stepping off the door and swung it open, staring amused at what her fellow "house mates" had brung with them.
The three lanky virii drug and pushed their find into the warehouse. The tallest virus of the three went up to the bacteria, leaving his companions to deal with what seemed to be a heavy roll of blankets.
"Good - you're here - the others would've made us dispose of 'im!" The tall, lanky virus motioned to the blankets.
The other two set about un-ravalling them. They did it quite carelessly, earning a few quiet moans and groans.
What had been wrapped up in the blankets had been revealed, and it brought a disgusted noise from above. "It looks like it has been drug through all of Claire! Where the heck did you find it?!"
The shortest of the lanky virii - who, if alone, wouldn't be called short at all! -, looked up. "You know, wearing a skirt while up there isn't-"
She interrupted him by throwing one of her shoes at him. "Ya don't think I know that?!"
Before she had a chance to go off ranting about how idiots always stated the obvious, her friend cut in. "Maybe you should answer Cori's question. Now," she muttered in her usually low, gritty voice.
"Yeah, sure," the shortest of the lanky virii replied. "We found this guy," he pointed to the unconcious virus, "near death, crawlin' through a hole at th' finger. Fry gave 'im some knock-out-stuff, and, well, here we are!" He made a sweeping gesture with one arm.
The medium sized of the lanky virii help up a note-pad. On it was loopy, fancy writing, 'We were hoping that the room was free'.
By 'the room', the medium-sized virus meant the incubation room; a still-in-testing was to bring back a virus if one could salvage a part of them. Even if it was only a smidge...
The bacteria nodded, and watched as the three lanky virii rolled the unconcious virus up again and drug him off to the incubation room.
The pink virus growled quietly when they were gone. "My foot's cold."
"Next time, do not throw your shoe, then." The bacteria retrieved her sword from its 'sheath', and went back to training.
Grumbling, the pink virus jumped down from the rafters and began looking for her shoe.