Chapter Five - Death of a Friend

DISCLAIMER: No owny Thrax or any other characters that I no owny. No killy please. I may get a few terms wrong... n.n;

Without a word exchanged between either of them, Cori and Mantra burst into the mole. They were greeted with absolute silence, and the stares of many petrified germs.

The pink virus was the first to speak. "Lemme guess, was there a fight!?" When the germs shook their heads, Cori fidgeted, annoyed. "What then!?"

Near the back, out of sight, one germ squeaked. "Th' mean ol' red-dude busted on in! He made us all co-operate! He turned come of us inta puddles!"

A panicked voice cut in. "He's gonna infect the body! We ah' all gonna die!"

Mantra simply shook her head. "no one is going to die." Without another word, she xited the mole.

Outside, an engine started up.

Cori squealed. "Wait for me!"

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The roads were, unsurprisingly, empty. As in, there were no viruses, no cells, no nothing on them.

Which only meant Thrax could drive as fast as he wanted, and there was no one to crash into.

The sound of an engine coming up close behind him made him growl. Looking into the rear-view mirror, he nearly missed the turn.

They were gaining up on him, and in less than a minute, they had caught up.

"Pull over, or we will make you pull over." Eyes flashing, surprisingly in anticipation, Mantra glanced over at the other vehicle and its driver.

Not bothering to reply, Thrax bumped his car into theirsin warning before going as far away from them as possible - on the other side of the road.

Uncaring of whether it was a trap or not, the bacteria went to ram the red car off the road.

Thrax abruptly slammed on the brakes.

The car Mantra and cori were in fell. Basically doing a nose-dive. Wasting no time, Mantra froze and shattered the door on her side, quickly exiting and entering a free-fall.

Cori wasn't so lucky. The car hit the ground and exploded into flames - with her still in it.

Mantra landed, fourtunately, on something soft. Upon further inspection, it was a fat - not disgruntled - flu germ. Hopping off quickly, she ran towards the wrecked car. "Cori!"

Sword still in hand, the bacteria jabbed it into the fire, effectively freezing it. She then saw something she would never forget, even in death.

Cori had been in the process of melting away. Her cytoplasm had been frozen in the process of bubbling. It definately wasn't a pretty sight.

Glaring upwards, Mantra listened as Thraxs' vehicle drove away.

She swore revenge. Even if it killed her.