"Where d'you think it went, then?"
The pink virus and black bacteria had been talking about the incident while out exploring the city of Claire. They had hoped to stumble upon clues - more burn-marks, a cytoplasm trail - anything!
...But so far, they had no luck. Infact... They hadn't seen anyone.
The black bacteria glanced to her friend, then passively looked around. "I do not know, Cori. We have no clues at all, not even an immunity cell to ask. What do you suggest?"
"Why ask me!?" The virus, Cori, huffed. "Why don't we try the mole? There's usually someone there, no matter what's going down." She snorted. "Remember Khal? That ol' stone wouldn't budge from the bar, even though Claire had reached a record high!"
The bacteria slowly nodded. "Good idea."
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The germs were listening intently to the red death viruses' plans. So far, they found that he wanted them to, more-or-less, be a distraction.
But distract what?
"Um, mister-virus, sir," a germ cut in, interrupting Thrax. Earning a rather impatient glance from 'mister virus'. "Who exactly are we gonna distract?" The germ shifted uncomfortable when an awkward silence was the only response.
Then he spoke. "What do you mean?"
Fidgeting nervousely, the germ continued. "The body has been taken over by- by a ground of renegade viruses! Uh- um, the immunity don't care no more about what goes on around here!" With that last word, it hid itself behind a larger germ.
Thrax hesitated a moment, considering his plans. Since there would be no immunity in the way, according to that germ, he wouldn't need a distraction. He went to toy with his DNA-bracelet - but remembered that he had lost it...
In a bout of rage at the memory, he swiftly exited the mole - but not before driving his claw through one more victim.
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Approaching the mole at that particular time was Cori and her friend, the black bacteria.
Cori pointed to the entrance of the mole. "Whos' that?" The queston was asked quietly, as her friend pulled her behind an over-turned vehicle. "...Mantra?"
The black bacteria, Mantra, grinned gleefully. "It is the one the Sneeze Brothers brought to the incubation room, remember?"
The pink virus 'ah'ed in rememberance. Then hissed. "He's the one that trashed the place and killed the Brothers, isn't he!?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "He has to PAY!"
The both ducked down further when the red virus glared at their hiding place.
Mantra's grip on her 'sword' tightened as she smiled crazily over at her friend. "Good going."
The pink virus muttered a 'thanks', rather sarcasmically in reply.
The two watched as the red virus came closer. Cori looked about ready to bolt, but her friend looked anxious, as if she was goign to enjoy this.
As soon as Thrax was about to turn and leave, the bacteria darted out from behind the car, holding her sword in both hands.
Quick to react, Thrax went to kick the sword out of Mantras grip.
But got stuck. Frozen to be more specific.
"What the-" he began, but was cut off before he could finish.
Mantra let the sword drop to her side and stepped back a few feet. But only because she thought it was safe to... "Who are you?!"
Thrax frowned menacingly, quickly looking the bacteria over before replying. "This bodys' hottest nightmare, baby!" Not stalling for even a second, he tapped the ice that enclosed his leg. It melted quite quickly.
Almost in a trance, the bacteria just stood there, watching her impending doom get ever closer. She would have been killed then and there, if it wasn't for her friend.
Cori had snatched Mantra's hand, bringing her out of her trance just in time to move before the deadly claw had been thrust straight into the place she had been not a second before. They both ran a few feet away before turning to face their deadly foe.
Thrax watched them, smirking to himself. Quickly glancing around, the red virus literally jumped into a near-by, right-side-us vehicle. The top of it had been torn off days before.
Stabbing his blaw into the vehicles dash-board, transforming the car, he waved. "See ya if you survive the nightmare!"
The car started up, wheels screeching as he went full-speed ahead.
Right towards the brain.
Both bacteria and virus uttered silent curses.