DISCLAIMER: I'm like, back, yo'. Dunno where from. Matters not. I don't own Thrax. Blah. Blah. Blah. Romance is icky kthxbai.
Sorry for any ooc-ness you may experience in the reading of this fic.
Thrax had already reached the brain. Now all he needed to do was to find the hypothalmus gland... That was going to be easy. TOO easy. But nonetheless, a good jump to re-starting his reign of terror.
The red death virus parked his car near the gates. They were closed. But they were also the easiest kind to climb over. Yet... Why climb?
So he cut a hole through the gates mesh. A little door-way for him to travel through.
He entered the brain.
He had a feeling that this body would fall in record time.
"No time to spare," muttered Mantra, looking to her friends' frozen corpse once more. The incubation room wouldn't be any use, thanks to that vile virus...
She turned to leave, striding towards one of the nearest buildings as quick as she could. Scaling the wall, she ended up on top of the building... soon she was jumping from roof-to-roof as fast as she could go. In no time, she would reach the brain...
And she did. But not before the alarms went off. The city was bathed in reddish light; a sure sign of impending doom. Mantra cursed. She was too late.
... Or was she?
Sword in hand, the bacteria scaled the fence, taking no notice of the hole in it, and dropped down to the other side. Only seconds later she was in the brain, heading for the elevator.
Thrax was in said elevator, fingering his new prize; the DNA bead stolen from Claire. A new beginning. An easy one, at that. He had hoped for a challenge; but beggars can't be choosers.
Which was also to be said for the annoying music playing. Elevator music. Polka.
Though he had a choice, there.
The red death virus, in pure annoyance, thrust his claw straight into the elevators radio. The music soon halted. Silence. At last.
Silence that was soon to be destroyed.
The elevator dinged. The doors opened.
The two were face-to-face once more.
Mantra didn't waste any time. She raised her sword and swung it at the viral menace. Though she missed - she turned to glare at the vile virus.
... and came face-to-face with his claw.
"Tsk, tsk. Do you wanna end up sharing the fate of your friend?" Thrax pocketed the DNA bead, then grabbed the bacterias' arm with his unclawed hand.
This didn't go unnoticed. Mantra went to swing her sword again - but was swung aside before she could complete the swing. She gave a feral growl, quickly regaining her composure.
"You killed Cori. You must die," she put simply. Holding her sword in both hands, she got ready to attack again. Though wary of the claw, she didn't just yet.
Thrax snorted, pointing her burning claw at the pesky bacteria. "Last I checked, you were the one that drove off the road! I simply stopped." He grinned cruelly, then turned to go. "I'll be going now..."
"No... No! You are NOT getting away that easily!" Once again, Mantra swung her sword at the annoying virus. Once again, she found herself missing him. He had jumped forward, out of her range.
"You're just gettin' annoying now." Thrax whirled around, dreaded claw at the ready.
Mantra just smiled.
All the while, Claire was heating up.