Rory paced restlessly back and forth, clanging his long claws against the bars. The cell was cool and damp and dark. It all fitted with his

mood. An annoyed germ in a cell from across looked up from his raggled bed and croaked. "Stop bangin' around dumb fuck! Tryin' to

sleep er"

Rory slammed himself against the bars, spraying spittle far enough to hit the germs face.

"I BANG ALL I WANT DUMB ASS!" He then violently banged his hands against the already worn out bars. He through himself ontop

his old bed and yanked the sheets over his head. A watchcell patrolled the area for any breakouts. He tipped his hat back and peered

into Rory's dark cell.

"Quite fussin' in there germ!"

Rory looked around. "Free body! I can cuss all I want..."

"What you say!"

Rory laughed a similar evil chuckle like Thrax's. He grated his bright glowing claw down the side of the wall. It sizzled pleasantly and a

awful smell simmered out. "I said..its a free body so bug off..wussy cell."

"Outta clean that mouth out with pinesol.."

"PINESOL? HA! I'll wipe you off with listerine..teehee.."

The watchcell walked out with a defeated sigh. Rory rolled over and closed his eyes shut, trying to fall asleep.

"How the fuck can you fall asleep in jail..It's so damn cold and smells like a dead germs armpits..."

He thought over and over about home, Ann and his parents. Mostly his dad. He couldn't believe that his own dad would throw him in

here. What kind of parent does that crap..ain't they supposed to stick up for their kids.

"So stupid...can't believe them...just because I'm adopted...I didn't mean to do it.." He found himself crying. Thinking about his dead

brother broke him to pieces. "My own bro...dead...cause I'm a stupid, retarded virus.."

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Thraxpeered down the long passage way to the stomach. He squinted his eyes as flashbacks of his little halfie son. Zee, had fallen all the

way down. He still hated himself for killing his own child. Had plenty of them..but still was his his first little one.

"Whats wrong daddy?" One of them peeped.

Irritation surged through Thrax's body. He held it back and simply rolled his eyes. "Nothing..." He sighed. The blood from the saliva

patrol cells were turning cold and hard on his coat. He turned his head to lick off the bitter saltness.

Suddenly a black blurr swooshed over him, pinning him down. He screamed in shear alarm. Struggling violently he realised he was caught

in a net. They were on strict watch this time and they succeeded. His sons darted off in different directions, leaving him to struggle.

"No use virus..your surrounded." An immunity cop sayed. Thrax glared at him breathing harshly. His claw was caught inside one of his

coat pockets. He squealed fearfully when he felt their cold hands grabble him. Instinctivly he sunk his teeth into one of the nearest arms

and bit down hard. Nasty goo oozed out around his mouth. He felt a sharp prick in his shoulder. Too tired to care anymore, he closed his

eyes and fell into a heavy sleep.

The first thing he smelled was a mixed stench of germs. He opened his eyes weakly and looked around. It was dark and grey looking. A

peculiar germ was sitting on a bed across from him staring. He realised his tongue was hanging out of his mouth. Dried and bitterness

made him gag when he slipped it back in his mouth.

Sense of coordination still haden't catched up with him yet. He rolled off his bed and landed on the hard floor. Rory cocked his head at

him and sneered. "Did you go stupid?"

Thrax tried to growl at him but only managed a rasp. "Leave me alone!"

Rory bent over and sniffed at him. The smell hit him like cold water..he knew this smell from somewhere...long ago. Thrax seemed to

have caught a whiff of his too and stretched out his head. Their noses met cautiously. Rory backed away confused.

"Who are you?"

Thrax flemmed the familar scent. Trying to remember. The male was a halfie and smelled like him alittle. The hair and eyes..even the his

whiskers matched.

Thrax smiled lightly. "Why your..Zee. I thought you were dead."

Rory was very confused. "Who's Zee and...what are you talkin about?"

"Your my son..."