2 years later...

Leah stuck her head out the kitchen. "Dinners ready!" Her three sons came rumbling through the entrance, shoving each other from the

stove.

"I'm gettin' first dibs yo!" The peculiar of the three dug a huge spoon in a pot of chili vomet. He always gets the first serving, intimidating

the others with talon claws and fangs. Long purplish dreadlocks hung over his face, conceilling his green-yellow eyes. His face was round

down to a point chin along with a pair of "whiskers" sticking out from the sides of his face. His skin was the most unusual. Sometimes it

took a baffling red hue which could quickly turn back to a opaqish-blue. It depended on his mood. Many figured it was all just a

mutation. Everyone but Ozzy and Leah knew what he really was.

Leah took him to the doctor soon after they found him and got his genetics tested. To both of their horror, the test came up that he was a

son of some immunity cell and...Thrax. Ozzy repeatly told her that he should be put up for adoption. Leah blankly refused. "It's not his

fault Jones! We're going to raise him to be good."

"You can't raise a good germ! It's like trying to teach a rabies virus to be an animal lover..."

Ozzy lost the fight and ended up raising Thrax's dumped child. "He doesn't know and he'll never know..."

The oldest of the siblings shoved at the strange one. "C'mon man hurry.." The strange one swerved around and mock attacked with his

teeth. "Rory...cut the shit." Ozzy yelled.

"Ok..ok." Rory sighed. His clawed feet made a clack clack on the floor. He had a carton of sour milk and rotten eggs for a drink. His

parents had gotten used to the acrid stench. He himself carried a spicy hot scent that was in a every immunity cells innate memory as a

meaning of death, poison and evil.

Rory always struggled eating with silverware. His claws weren't made for gripping, only for slashing and pricking. Eating straight out of the bowl suited him most.

"Rory..." Leah said, eyeing him sternly. "Mom yo' know I can't eat like dat."

"Fine...but eat nicer."

He dipped his face back into the bowl, lapping the contents. The two siblings wrinkled their noses. Pieces of food speckled the table, which he licked clean.

"So are you ready for school tomorrow." Leah asked.

"Yeah...like I really wanna go." Rory remarked.

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The next morning Rory and his siblings jumped into their dads car. "Step on it Rory we're late!" Rory pulled it into gear. "Yeah, yeah your

own fault Freddy." They barely missed the the tardy bell. Rory plopped down in his seat right before the bell rung. The teacher marched

slowly towards his desk tapping his ruler across his hand. "Today we're going to learn about the differences of a germ and a cell." He

yanked down a chart picturing the two figures.

"It is very important to tell the difference, considering most of us are immunity cells." He tapped harshly on the virus. "Germs are usually

solid and comes in a range of shapes, sizes and colors. Colors widely depends on how potent they are. Green being the least to yellow,

black and red being the most dangerous. Viruses are more potent then ordinary germs. Anthrax, flu, and yellow fever a examples. Rabies

is an especially lethal virus which is practically invincible. They usually range from black to dark red. Large spikes cover numerous parts

of their bodies. Their teeth and claws are very lethal. Can kill a cell in just a few seconds."

Several students glanced at Rory. Some whispering. Rory just sat there with his arms folded. I have all of these things... One of the

cells dared to speak out.

"Uhhhh..teach. What about that dude?" He pointed a finger at Rory.

"Whatta pointin' at me fo'?" Rory barked. The teacher cracked a smile. "Well...he's just a mutation, thats all."

"Mutation my ass..." Rory breathed.

"Go to chillout. I ain't hearing that come from you."

Rory shoved his desk away. Cells whispered as he walked by. Instead of chillout, he headed towards second lunch to visit a special

someone. She was sitting alone outside eating a banana and mucous jelly sandwhich.

"Hey Anner bananer!" He called out. The cell looked up. "Rory, what are you doing here?" Did you get chillout again."

"Yeah..." He sat down next to her and layed his arm over her shoulder. "So hows my Ann." He reached over and nipped her neck. She

pushed him away.

"Nothing here...just my dad being an ass again."

Rory was always concerned about her. He knew how "mental" her dad was.

"Ann...if it gets way over..then you can stay with me. Yo' know that."

She snugged against him, feeling his unusual body heat. "Well if it does.." He pulled her chin up and kissed her. She tasted his bitter spit. It

didn't bother her much.

"My parents are goin' out fo' the weeken' Wanna stay?"

She smiled at him. "Sure. Can I ride home? Dad won't care."

"Hell yeah you can."

"Try not to get in anymore trouble."