Rory awoke from an eerie scraping noise. He looked up to see Thrax scraping his glowing claw against one of the bars. Several of them

had already been severed through.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked sleeply. "Breaking out?"

Thrax gazed over his shoulder. "Mmmhmm. I don't stay very long in these places. Well? Come and help me."

Rory rolled out of bed and joined Thrax. Scraping his claw against the bar, it melted slowly. Afterwards they bent the bars enough that

Thrax could squeeze himself through. Several surrounding germs stood and watched, begging and pleading for them to be let out too.

Thrax breathed in deeply. "Ahhhh..nice to be outside."

Rory crawled through...squeezing and squishing his body through. Thrax huffed. "You know...since your a hybrid you could've just

squeezed yourself through and stole the keys you nimrod..stupid..."

Rory just blinked stupidly..he hadn't thought about that. "Yeah I guess I was stupid for that but hey...it's no crime."

They both slinked passed several cells. Thrax looked up at an air vent.

"Looks like a good place to sneak through..as long as them bastards don't nag on us...probably will so lets get going fast."

Pretty soon Thrax and Rory squeezed themselves through the slightly fitted vent and crawled through the shaft.

"Do you even know where we're going?" Rory asked in doubt. "Could be taking us right to the damn extermination room for all we know..."

Thrax snorted. "Boy...I know jails like the cheeks of my ass...we're probably gonna have to slaughter a few cells before it's over with."

He waved his lethal claw around.

The shaft stunk like Thrax's feet after a few weeks and it was dark and musty. Thrax suddenly flinched and popped his head on the top of it.

"What the hell! Oh uh..we're coming in for a bad landing..." Rory felt the floor beneath him give way and spilled them both in the middle

of the floor right in front of the main doors. Freedom. Thrax wacked his unattentive son upside the head.

"LETS RUN FOR IT!"

Rory just bared his teeth and charged right through the officers..he followed Thrax right down the street and through an alley. Rory

wondered how long they would have to run since he was feeling very exhausted. He was suprised at how his aging father was not even

breathing hard.

They dove through a green and slimy forest of hardened goo and cartilage. It was very dreary and spooky. Strange smells spewwed from

around it. Thrax finally slowed to a stop and looked over his shoulder.

"They won't find us here...but we'll just keep walking. Boy..." Thrax rolled his eyes at him. "..you need to work out...pitifull that your ol'

man outruns you."

Rory did feel abit embarrassed. "Well the only reason I don't run good is cause I don't always run from cops."

Thrax settled down in a little spacy area and scratched it clean and laid in it. "Girls boy...I also run away from girls..more girls then cops."

"Girls..now they can outrun you sometimes...specially when they banged up your nuts. Can't tell you how many scars I got from

girls...now for rivals..you just ram em and slit their throats." He showed a straight scar going around his neck. "One male almost cut my

head off..bled a bit but I pulled it through."

A thrashing and squishy noise was coming their way. Thrax braced his claws and pounced when the cell came through. But it wasn't a cell

but one of his sons..the rest of them were coming right behind him.

"I thought you were in jail?" His son gasped.

Thrax cuffed him upside the head. "Well i'm back out...thanks for the help...JAG!"

Jag appeared from behind them all. "I tried not to get caught...all of us made it out."

Thrax wrinkled his nose. " Yeah...just leave me to the dogs.."

All of them stared at Rory.

"Who is he?" One of them asked.

"He is my son...and your half-brother..." Thrax suddenly charged through the group. "ANYONE WHO TRIES TO KILL HIM..WILL

BE NEXT!" He made it very clear to them.

"He looks funny...as if he has cell in him." The sons seperated from their father and talked in a tight group. "Dad wouldn't mate with no

cell..he hates them." "Maybe he got drunk?" "Wouldn't suprise me.." "Well...might as well try to get along." "I'm no friends with halfies."

Rory felt really alone..he knew they were talking about him..wondering if they would ever be his friends.