Thrax whiffed the cool air, looking for signs of danger. When he felt content he creeped to the edge of the huge nostril. Today they would
fly into Franks body. He clung on deeply with his claws, enduring the constant strong wind of breath the girl took. His dreads flapped
forward and backward depending on which direction it blew. He looked around and yelled. "Today we fly! Get ready cause Frank is
coming!"
His sons gathered around him trembling with excitment and fear. All waiting eagerly to bring down their first victim. One of them had
spread out their coat cape and flew smack into a wall. Thrax chuckled to himself. Amatures...
"Don't spread your wings yet until the time comes! Otherwise you're on your own!" When the time had come, Thrax pushed off each of
his sons. One by one they fell with a shriek. They flared out their coats, trying to catch a draft. Finally they smoothed out and flew shakely
towards Franks face. Thrax jumped off and followed after them. They all managed to land in either nostril. A rather bad landing for alot
of them. They landed on each other, into walls or on a hair. Thrax stretched out his feet like an eagle and landed smack down on one of
his sons backs, grinding his clawed feet into his flesh. Thrax went tumbling down the slippery nostril till he finally got stuck in a large mass
of sticky boogers. All of them looked at their father with fear of punishment.
Thrax pulled himself away the the sticky mass, shaking himself like a dog. Boogers flew everywhere including on his sons. Thrax always
came up with ideas to punish them.
He growled fiercely, nailing one of his sons in the face with boogers. "SONS OF MINE! HELL! A DUCK COULD LAND BETTER
THEN YOU BUNCH OF SISSY CELLS!" He snorted sticky boogers from his nostrils. "DUMB BASTARDS AIN'T FIT TO BE
SEEN!"
All of them closely followed their father down the nostril. Keeping a distance to avoid any further punishment.
"D-D-Dad?...Wheres the hypothalamus?" One of dared to ask. Thrax swerved around on him and spit in his face.
"Uh-uh-uh..IN THE BRAIN IDIOT! I TOLD YOU THAT!..stupid..."
"Oh..ok..now I remember.."
"NEXT TIME ANY OF YOU'S ASK ME A QUESTION..I'M GONNA STICK MY CLAW UP YOUR ASSHOLE!"
All of them wandered back further and whispered to each other. "What the fuck is with him?" "He gets like that when killings
happenin'." "Are we really his sons cause I don't feel like it." "Daddy's all mean to me." "Shutup Dooky..."
"JAG!" Thrax yelled. Jag was Thrax's best son. He was black with red eye patches and dreads. A throwback to his grandfather.
"Yeah sir."
"Take a few up the throat...Me and the rest will go through the spinal cord. Best keep two teams..keep them guessing if one of us gets
caught..you know how to get the dna bead right?"
"Yessir."
"Good. Don't get caught by them immunity cells..they have keen noses..."
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Rory found himself lying alone in bed with the sheets strewn around his middle. Hot...its so damn hot...And angry...yes that too. He
lifted the sheets off and stared at his body. It had turned a bright red. Rory soon realized what was happening..."Hell no! Aww shit no!"
He was welling up with "viral enrage" A disorder only a few hybrids with rabies in them would get. It made him turn red and rage like a
maniac. If given the chance he would kill anything in his path. A spark of anger made him writh his lips, showing crimson poison dripping
from his mouth and fangs.
Soon nothing but the heat and anger clouded his mind. Kill..kill...must kill...
He lunged through his bedroom door, knocking it from its hinges. He snarled a fury. Ann was upstairs reading a "Pop Cell" magazine. She
had heard his roar. "Oh no..." She breathed. Running to the parents bedroom, she hid herself in a closet. "Oh please don't find me..."
Raffy and Freddy looked out the door nervously when they heard him too. A very stupid thing to do... Rory shot through the open door.
Poison slung everywhere. Painting the walls with red. Raffy felt Rorys teeth sink into his shoulder. He screamed, shoving Rory in the face.
It only waxed his anger. Again he slashed Raffy across the chest. Blue goo splashed on the walls and floor. Freddy darted out from the
room and up the stairs. To his greatest relief both of his parents had just arrived home.
"Rory...raging...pant..pant..killing Raffy." He heaved, tears coming from his eyes. Ozzy ran downstairs, skipping most of the steps. Rory's
enrage had ebbed down leaving him confused. Sweat dribbled down his face and whiskers.
"Raffy?"
Raffy was on his knees clutching his torn stomach. His nucleus was turning a light pink and red stuff oozed from his fresh wounds. Rory
had realized what had happened. He backed away, choking from tears. "Awww shit no..no Raffy."
Ozzy pointed his gun in Rory's face. "I knew you would turn on us..." Ozzy kneeled down next to his critically injured son. "Raffy, Raffy
we're gonna bring you to the hospital ok..ok Raffy." Leah came running in screaming.
"NO NOT MY BABIES!" She touched Raffy's skin. It burned horribly.
Rory only stood there not staring at anything. Regret drowned him till he could barely breath right anymore. His legs trembled like some
newborn colts. "I didn't mean to..I didn't mean to..." He cried.
Ozzy turned on him. "Your...your going to locktown Rory...You commited a murder..."