This is a story about my OJ char called Rory...well in the beginning he's called Zee. None of these characters are mine except for the ones i make up.(Zee and alot more coming in). I'm trying to show Thrax's father side.

The crimson virus strolled down the bad side of town.(Someplace in the colon) The streets were quiet. Only the sound

of garbage beneath his boots sounded his arrival. He had almost past by an alley when he caught notice of someone.

Boots squeaked as he swiveled on them and headed down the damp alley. A female white blood cell was tossing away garbage.

"Watcha doin' baby?" he said, pulling down his shades. The white blood cell spun around meeting face to face with the devilish

killer. "Thrax...ummm." The bag she held was wriggling. Thrax stared at it and back to her. "You're not pregnant anymore?" He

grabbed the bag and poked a claw at it. Something wailed pitifully inside. Soon he realised...

He ripped through it and pulled out a newborn baby. His baby. It gasped for air. "What the fuck are you doin'!" he heaved,

staring wildly at her. He grabbed her arm but she squeezed herself out of his grasp. She gazed stupidly at his feet. "I told you I didn't

want one..."

"So you decided to try and kill it!" She stepped forward. "Listen...if I was caught with this kinda baby i'd get my ass thrown

in jail for contaminating myself with a virus. You couldn't even control yourself. Always have to go around dogging every girl on the

street." Thrax shook his fists at her and growled. "It's your own fuckin' fault too you whore! You couldn't keep your hands outta my

pants." He raised his left hand, arching his longest claw. It glowed like a hot poker. "If you ain't gonna be faithful to me...then you're

faithful to no one.."

He raked and slashed through her tender body. Globs of blue goo splattered the walls. A sudden shriek was the

only thing that marked her death. Not an ear heard it. He sauntered out as if nothing happened. The little baby shuddered terribly from

lack of warmth and food. He snuggled it close in his arms. "Hey..hey..lil' boy. I've always wanted one." The baby still cried and shivered.

"Alright...mmmm..I'll find you something." He stuck the baby inside one of his coat pockets. His intense body heat warmed him, shutting him up finally.

Thrax entered a large boil on the mans backside. It was a perfect place to hang out. A large population of germs hung around.

He entered a bar and shoved his way towards a seat, towering over the smaller germs. "Hey bud, got milk?" The bar tender looked up,

from the barf tap. "Is that a joke red?" Short-tempered, Thrax yanked him close. His spicy breath blew on his face. "I said get me some

milk." The tender whimpered. "Yes, right away sir."

His pocket wiggled around. It cooed shrilly. "Hey now...lil un'...be tough." He pulled the baby out and set him on his palm. "You lookin' alot like yo' big daddy."

"Here you go sir." The tender pushed a glass of sour milk forward. Thrax glared at him. "Where's the bottle?" The tender went back

without asking any questions and brought back a little bottle. "A lady left this here..i figure you can have it.." Thrax snatched it. "Couldn't

even warm it." He stuck his glowing claw in the glass, making the milk boil. He snuggled the baby and bottle back into his pocket.

"Hey hot sauce..." A sweet voice cooed from beside him. Thrax pulled his shades down. "Mmmmm." A sexy yellow virus was sitting

beside him. Another voice murmered from his otherside. "Hey stud. What you up to?" He smiled a grin of crooked teeth. "Jus' sizzlin."

The two viruses leaned against him. "Whats a hot stuff like you doin' here?" One of them grabbed his pointed chin. "I've seen you before.

I heard you were dead."

"Naw...lil' alcohol don't hurt too bad. I jump right backup." He flexed his massive shoulders.

"Oh...toughy." They purred pleasantly together. The other virus pulled his dreadlocks. "Hey now, don't forget me." He placed his arms

around them both. "So big stud..you here to kill."

"Nope jus' hangin' around." One of the female viruses huddled close. "I've been lookin for someone to divide with..heard you're really

tough. Could some of you in my babies."

Thrax cocked his brow. "Sorry baby...but i've learned my lesson." He patted the lump in his coat. It let out a fart. A nasty smell started

to hover. The girls wrinkled their noses in disgust.

"Uhhhh...woopsy...gotta go." He darted to the bathroom. His face felt red hot. "Saved it for the girls didn't ya." He struggled to change

the babies diaper, barfing and gasping the whole time. "Mercy me..gawwwwk!" Afterwards he quickly washed his hands under the

faucet. Green goo spewed out.(A germs way of "sanitizing") Quickly he headed out of the deathtrap and out the bar. "I hadn't even

given you a name yet. Maybe I'll call you...Zee. Yeah, yo' like that...lil' Zee." Zee grasped his fathers longest claw and sucked on it. A big

smile stretched across thrax's face. Being a daddy wasn't too bad.