Authoress: I recently read Black Gargie's Poison story and am completely, totally, madly, deeply in love with Klepta, Thrax's half-brother. So I decided to write a story dedicated especially to him, with an OC female that I created myself. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Osmosis Jones and Klepta. But I own my OC and any other characters that are part of her personal life.
I watched from the tip of Adam's nose the fair of humans bustling around me. So many different city options, but only one could keep me safe. I feel the ground shake, Adam's head rocking slightly from side to side. I need to pick a body to enter quickly because in a few seconds Adam will drop dead on the floor and draw attention.
Flakes of ice shoot out of my hand, spinning in a circle until they explode in tiny sparkles, leaving in place a hoverboard floating in front of me. I jump on it and move away from the human into the atmosphere. I look back in time to see Adam falling to the ground dead without even gasping, his pale skin, eyes wide like a corpse and the distinct shape of a blue-hued jasmine flower drawn on his cheek - my mark.
The humans around him startle, running to help him while calling an ambulance. It won't do any good, after all he's already dead but they have to be sure of that. I feel the air ruffle my hair as I fly, maneuvering through the crowd, getting as far away from the crime scene as I can get.
Which one to choose, which one to choose, which one- oh! there it is!
A middle-aged man is at a stall picking vegetables, holding the leash of a dog sitting at his feet. This will be my next stop. And most likely my next genocide. Wait, a dog? Hhhhmmmm. It is very likely that this dog is infected with a rabies virus, as is its owner since humans are no longer bothering to vaccinate their dogs these days. But no problem, no virus, bacteria, germ and cell of any kind has stopped me before; it won't happen now.
I fly quickly towards the man and stealthily enter the body by the ear.
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"Here's the key to VIP room 03. It's on the ninth floor, third door on the right. Thank you for choosing us and have a great night!"
"Thank you very much, good night."
I get my room key with a soft smile from the receptionist's hands and walk to the elevator, pressing the button for the ninth floor and watching the doors close, Pop music playing in the background as the elevator moves.
When the doors open again, I walk to VIP door 03 and unlock it, revealing a luxurious bedroom. Everything is big, very clean, tidy, perfumed and decorated. I would expect nothing less for this being a VIP room and also for the price for just one night here. I lock the door behind me and walk over to one of the couches in the center of the room, sit down and pull my hood and bag off my back. I unzip it and gently pick up the bundle of fur wrapped in a small blanket.
My eyes practically turn into hearts as I watch the furball squirm in my arms, moaning before opening its eyes and looking up at me with those big, cerulean blue eyes. I laugh when he gets up and jumps in my face, barking and licking me, completely happy just to see me.
"Who is mama's baby? Hmn? You? Did you sleep well? Hmmn oh my baby! Hahahaha! I love you too! Hmmm."I purr, kissing Snow's furry cheek and he jumps off my lap onto the floor, wandering around the room, sniffing everything curiously. Snow was the first living creature I created with my powers when I was just two years old. From then on he goes almost everywhere with me, whether he follows me himself or I carry him in my backpack. In addition to being my best furry companion, he is also my protector. He can sense when someone has bad intentions towards me, so he transforms into a huge animalistic dog, eliminating the threat and returning to his original form. This protection was a problem even for people in my family, because it took him a while to understand the difference between play and meanness. And the most important thing is that no one can kill him, he is linked to me, only I can kill him or if I die, he dies. I love him and would never let him go.
After organizing my clothes in the closet, feeding Snow, and taking a relaxing soak in the tub, I sit on the couch on the porch in my lingerie, drinking strawberry juice. No matter how illuminated the city was, I was very high up in the building and it was night, no one would see me like that. I take a sip of my drink as I watch the lights of cars flash by and the cells bustle in the streets below.
Getting through security and the cells that work in the ear was a breeze, considering the guards stationed there were your typical fat donut-loving guards. As I sneaked over them grabbing the ceiling, they really weren't doing anything in the station other than eating their goddamn donuts and gossiping. Gossip a lot. The workers were being even lazier than the guards, with only three or four actually cleaning the area. I almost laughed at how clichéd that scene was and how incompetent they were being with their own house.
A house that with just one touch of the poison of a deadly virus like me would collapse into chaos in seconds.
I found this five star hotel in the center close to the stomach, with a great view of the city. It was a little difficult to blend in with the bustling crowd. My super mega white appearance makes me look like an albinism cell. These cells are royalty in whatever city they go to, naturally drawing a lot of attention. And it didn't help that my skin had its own bioluminescence, making me look almost like a firefly in the dark. But thanks to my Pops who also likes to sneak in and go unnoticed in cities, my hood covers my entire body and has unique magical properties, so even though it's customized with a bright color on the outside, on the inside it's dark. The most anyone can see are my lips and my sparkling eyes. I was also lucky the receptionist wasn't the nosy type, with her thinking I was a very shy cell for my soft spoken, polite and calm.
If she only knew who I am.
Elijah Metropolis is a very big and good city. However, appearances are deceiving. From what I could observe in the environment around me and read through the minds of the cells, Elijah is a man who likes to eat foods that are not at all healthy and, despite practicing exercises before, now he has entered the famous sedentary lifestyle. If a human is sedentary or enters sedentary lifestyle, it means that the cells in their body become equally sedentary, although they are not as bad as the human they live in, they still don't do their job as perfectly as they would if Elijah were more responsible with himself and took better care of his health; making everything easier for me. And then there's also the fact that he has a bad habit of forgetting to wash his hands when he goes to eat. If humans knew how much germs, bacteria and even possibly viruses they accumulate inside themselves when they don't practice the most basic hygiene methods, they would contract the famous OCD - Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. But other than these mistakes, Elijah's officers were quite competent and the inhabitants happy and healthy.
Taking down this city may or may not be a new challenge for me. It will depend on how competent these officers are and mainly - mainly - on my mood. My powers are totally linked to my emotions, so if I'm in a good mood, without worries that might make me anxious, I can simply inject my poison into any vein in the circulatory system and within minutes the blood will clot. With clotted blood, there is no circulation of oxygen and no delivery of oxygen to the organs... Total Death. Intense pain. In an agonizing way. Paralyzing.
Unless, of course, I turn merciful at the last minute and decide to inject the cure for my poison and stop the attack. But with a price... the whole city will be mine. Everything will work as I want and everyone, whether cells or bacteria, will be my servants.
Rarely, very rarely do I subjugate a city to this point. It only happens when the city challenges me too much, so to teach them a lesson about who they're messing with, I take from them one of the three things that are every sentient being's worst nightmare. The first thing is rejection; the second is to lose the one you love; and the third... is to lose free will. Losing free will is one of the most severe forms of punishment, even worse than physical or mental torture. Many may think this is nonsense, but believe me when I say that losing free will is a very, very horrible feeling.
I look at the photo in the frame on the bedside table. I know from experience how bad it is to lose free will.
I finish my drink and spend a few more minutes on the porch before sleep sets in in full force and I head to bed. I curl up inside the blanket surrounded by several pillows around me and turn off the lamp with my mind. Snow curls up next to me and I smile sleepily at him, stroking him, the softness of the pillow and the city light coming through the porch doors relaxing me until sleep's embrace envelops me completely.
"Good night Snow."