It took only a matter of minuets for Frank to start to recover enough from an unknown ailment to start to communicate with his daughter. The recovery was happy and spirit lifting, even for the doctor and the nurses, never mind they never did find out what the man was suffering from in the first place. It was later diagnosed as stress. After seeing that the illness has seemed to go into submission the doctor left and the nurses began to clean up the operating room.
It was only a few hours later that Frank and his daughter, Shane, checked out of the hospital. However, prior to this there was the matter of the happy reunion. A joyous one is was, being so close to losing a loved one can do that to someone.
Though Frank as well as his savior survived, this was not a time of happiness for everyone. The pathogen that caused the illness was apparently killed - this is what the virus might have preferred. While the cup of alcohol was unattended to a claw reached up from the liquid and clung to the tip of the false eyelash. The virus pulled himself out of the burning solution. Clawing at the, what seemed to him, monumentally large eyelash and crawled to the top away from the horrible acid. Thrax was out of the alcohol but some still dripped off him, still burning. His body was pale and discolored due to the exposure to the alcohol, his clothing ripped and tattered due to his struggle. He had an emaciated look about him, his flesh hardly held onto his skeleton. Would he have preferred death over this crippling pain? Never.
The cold air stung but quickly dried him of the alcohol that still dissolved him. He stood up to get a better look around. His bones ached, hardly able to support his weight. His eyes were also damaged and his vision was blotchy white. He could see enough to see there wasn't an easy way out. He knew in his current state he wouldn't last much longer if he didn't have a body to incubate in.
But as luck or fate would have it, a nurse came to dump the alcohol when she noticed there was a false eyelash floating in the cup. It probably belonged to the daughter. She reached her fingers in to pick it up.
Thrax saw this and took it as an opportunity to get out of the container. With quite a bit of effort he jumped from the eyelash to the tip of the nurse's finger as she went to pick it up.
The nurse dumped the alcohol and took the false eyelash to Shane.
"Excuse me, honey, but is this yours?" The nurse asked
"What? Oh, yes" Said Shane, just remembering she was wearing them, "Thank you"
The nurse gave it back to Shane who put the false eyelash and the other back into the holder.
The virus clung to his spot in the gap under the nurse's long finger nail. He could not use her body to incubate in. First of all he could not enter in time to save himself - skin was thick and it would take a few cuts and with his claws now so frail it was out of the question. Even if he did get in, an adult body would be difficult to incubate in, in his state as it would have been able to recognize and deal with a virus such as himself. He would have fell in alcohol than be defeated by a cell - though both were the case when he fought Osmosis. He knew all this to be true.
"I can't take this body now." Thrax whispered to himself, "I need a weaker one."
Unfortunately after leaving the operating room the nurse headed to the nursery for sick children to attend to a crying baby. She didn't know of the deadly virus she carried.
Thrax saw the baby within range.
"That will work." He said though a sinister grin and jumped.
One week later the baby came down with a strange illness and tragically passed away.
The Throat: 10:03 AM
It was, yet again, another average nothing special day. Routine and straightforward - how amazingly boring. It's been like this for the past few weeks. While the average cell would be grateful for the lack of pathogenic activity, Osmosis Jones didn't plan on spending his time in Immunity (a job he had just managed to get back) doing nothing. Despite his lack of work, it was smooth sailing for the Body; the majority of dangerous viruses have been destroyed in the Zit explosion as well as a new mayor being elected who was devoted to turning the city around. Not to mention a new heathy attitude from the big guy himself. Due most of the dangerous viruses being killed this gave the less powerful viruses a chance at causing sickness, of which have tried and failed.
Life in the Body goes on. Osmosis and has new law enforcement partner, Drix the Cold Pill, were paroling the Throat at the time when the Chief called in.
"Jones, are you there?" The Chief asked
"Yeah Chiefy, what is it?" Ozzy asked picking up the communicator
"I know you've been wanting some action and there's been a break out in one of the prisons"
"What is it?" He asked eagerly, "Flu? Tonsilitis?"
"Well - Not exactly."
"Oh no, don't tell me."
"Yeah, Fergie again."
"Why can't you keep that little creep behind bars?! Come to think of it . . . how does he keep getting out in the first place!"
"You're the one that wanted a disease to catch!" The Chief snapped, "I've just gotten information that he's stolen a sparkler on his way through See World and he's heading down to the Throat to try and set it on fire again. I'm sure you two can handle him."
"Don't worry Chief, we'll catch him - again." He groaned and turned off the communicator
"What is it?" Drix asked
"It's that little common cold again." Ozzy grumbled
"I thought she was a strep throat." He corrected
"Whatever."
There was the sound of neurotic laugher upwind of them.
"That's him, let's go." Ozzy said
They walked toward the laughter. The germ could now be seen dashing toward them. His big round pink eyes glowing against his green body. He sprinted almost gracefully on his elevated paws. In each claw he held two sparklers that cackled along with him.
Dull in mind and eyesight he didn't notice the cops until Ozzy spoke;
"Ok Fergie, that's far enough, you're busted!"
"AYYE!!" He screeched startled and he flipped over his own feet and hopped back up, "Oh no, I believe you are the ones who are busted!"
Before they could move in Fergie put the sparklers in his mouth and blew out the flames on to the ground. He quickly surrounded the pair in a ring of flames. He laughed hysterically and began to set the rest of the area on fire.
"Burn, baby burn, disco inferno! Burn, baby burn, disco inferno!" He cackled as he set the ground ablaze. "Hey is it hot in here or is it just me...?"
His eyes widened.
"Fire! Ahhh!" He screamed as he flew into the air realizing that he's trapped himself in a ring of fire.
Fergie landed on the ground outside it and continued inflaming the Throat.
After Drix had put out the flames around them Ozzy quickly came up with the plan.
"You go put out those fires, I'll take care of the kid" He said
"Ok, call me if you need any help"
"Trust me, I won't need help with him"
Drix went to cool down the Throat while Osmosis perused the insane virus. Fergie was doing his own little fire dance in the flames that surrounded him. He couldn't be any happier, until;
"Halt, virus!"
Fergie stopped cold and stared blankly.
"Or what?" He asked too nearsighted to see the gun pointed at him, "You'll lock me up again?"
The strep throat virus heard a gun shot and he made a break for it. Osmosis perused him.
You see, Fergie lacks brains, strength, coordination and the ability to see things that were more than five micrometers in front of him but one thing he did have was speed. He burned the ground beside him until he caught his own tail on fire.
"AhhYEE!! My eyes! It burns!" He shrieked
The virus received a swift punch to the face and he fell over to the ground. Before Ozzy could grab him he dashed away laughing. The cell thought he had gotten away. Fergie was too busy making faces at the cop to notice there was a cold pill in the way of his escape!
Drix hardly moved as the small germ ran into him at full sprint. Knocked silly, Fergie fell over.
"You're done, virus!" Drix stated
Fergie regained what little wits he had and saw that a cannon was pointed at him (well within his range of vision). He quickly came up with his escape.
"Look what I can do!" Fergie said sticking his claw under his eye popping it out of it's socket
As Drix cringed and Fergie scuttled on to the top of Osmosis' car. Now both the cop and the pill watched the virus.
"You have tried to get rid of me but now it's too late for no one can catch the great, um, Ferg-master!" He cackled and threw down a smoke bomb that blinded them
His laugher faded and so did the smoke. The virus was gone. He had escaped, again.
"Well, now I know why her eyesight is so bad." Drix said
"Great, he's gone." Said Ozzy, "Well what harm can a germ like him do, anyway?"
The Mouth: 12:45 PM
That little strep throat virus was rather proud of himself, he hasn't been caught again for a whole week (a personal record). But because he hasn't been caught doesn't mean that Fergie and his little gang have been keeping out a trouble.
Fergie and his gang have just arrived back at their hideout inside an open cavity on the Lower Right anine. Him and the other amateur viruses have just robbed a sugar bank in the Liver and where admiring the spoils - more or less admired the spoils from afar while Fergie handled them greedily.
"Oh yes this will make a great necklace for me" Fergie cackled and he walked outside the cavity to admire the large sugar crystal in the better light.
The other young germs followed him outside angrily.
"Hmm, this one would look good as a ring." He said taking another out of the bag, "Who says crime doesn't pay."
"And what about our payment for helping you rob the bank?" Asked a foot fungus
"Eh, here you go, good work guys." He said throwing them a small sugar crystal
They looked at the single crystal and growled seeing that Fergie was keeping the other three bags of sugar for himself. As he admired his ill-gotten spoils the other germs talked to themselves.
"Thisss is the lasst time I'm going to let Fergie take all of our reward." Hissed a stomach infection
"Yeah, we do all work and get none of da pay." Grunted a wart
"He alwayss cutss us ssshort of our pay!" The stomach infection hissed
"Well, let's cut him short!" Said the foot fungus taking out his dagger
"And take our pay!" The stomach infection agreed unsheathing her claws
"Will be better without Fergie!" The wart added taking out his plasma pistol
Fergie was too busy admiring the sugar to see the three ugly viruses holding their weapons above his back.
"Bye bye boss." Said the grinning foot fungus
Fergie turned around to see daggers and claws coming toward him. He let out a high pitched shriek and dodged the weapons. He ran back in front a pile of peanut butter sandwich left over from lunch. The three germs slowly came toward him, grinning evilly with their yellow teeth bared. Fergie knew he had to fight. He screamed and started to pull his special brand of Kung-Fo on them. He might have hurt them if he moved from his spot in front of the chewed food.
The three grunts laughed at the little virus screaming and flinging his arms and legs around and came closer to him with their weapons. Suddenly they stopped. The pile of food behind Fergie began to move. Something stood up from inside the muck. As the gunk fell off the figure it became more menacing. The figure seemed to tower above the frightened germs, he wore a sinister grin and his yellow eyes stared them down. He rose his left hand and his long claw began to glow a bright orange.
The germs screamed in terror as they scrambled away as fast as they could. Fergie looked up at the sound and saw they where gone. He was a better fighter than he thought we was. Then he realized something wasn't right. He slowly turned around. There was something dark right behind him. His fear grew as he looked up to see face of the red virus that stared at him. He let out a shrill cry. The tall red virus grabbed his muzzle and tightly held it shut as he lifted him so he could see him eye-to-eye. Fergie struggled and squirmed in a failed attempted to get away.
"Well, ain't you a cute little germ?" The larger virus commented
Fergie's fear quickly turned to anger.
"Little?!" He snapped after twisting his muzzle free
The small virus was released and he plopped to the ground.
"I don't think you know who I am, pal! I'm a virus, I will mess you up!" Fergie threatened
The taller virus laughed a little to himself and started to go on his way. Fergie, however, wasn't done with him. Fergie ran in front of him.
"You want to run that by me again!?" Fergie growled poking him in the stomach (he would have poked him in the chest, if he could reach)
Despite the threat the larger virus kept walking. Now enraged at being ignored Fergie dashed after him only to be passed again. He went on perusing him as he walked to the back of the Mouth and into the opening to the Throat. Fergie wasn't about to let this blowhard on to his turf! He ran in front of him and made himself as big and intimidating as he could.
"Oh no you don't red, not today! You and me, right now! We're gonna have it out."
The bigger virus suddenly broke out in laughter. Fergie wasn't going to let himself be laughed at so he demonstrated his fighting "skill" on the air. The larger virus only laughed harder and held on to the side of the tonsil to keep his balance. Fergie screamed;
"Don't laugh at me! Frank is my city!"
Suddenly the laughter stopped and the tall virus looked up toward Fergie.
"What?" Asked the red virus
"Frank belongs to me! This is my city and you don't got what it takes to-"
The larger virus passed by him. The very offended Fergie followed him. The tall virus ran his glowing orange claw along the side of the Throat, setting it into a powerful orange blaze behind him. Fergie quickened his pursuit to avoid being trapped in the fire. The red virus had succeeded in fifteen seconds a feat that Fergie has been attempting his whole pathetic life. He suddenly had a great respect for the bigger virus that took no notice of him. Fergie stopped and looked at the fully inflamed Throat. He turned around.
"Wait!" He yelled
A little irritated, the taller virus turned and faced the shorter virus that ran up to him.
"Hey, you know, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier - I know you were scared and all." Fergie said putting his arm around him, "But I'm willing to forgive, buddy. I'm thinking about taking you under my wing."
He said through a grin, "I'll tell you what, I'll humor you. I'll let you show me what little sickness you've got in mind. What do you say?"
The taller virus rolled his eyes.
"Don't waste my time" He growled walking away
"Fine! You know what?! I hope you get caught." Fergie whined, "I hope you get caught by that cop and that pill that won't leave me alone! I hope they choke you with that stupid chain they always have with them too!"
The virus stopped cold.
"And who did you say has this chain exactly?" The big virus asked turning half his body toward Fergie
"Well - that one cop, about so tall, I believe his name is Mitosis or something" Fergie said
"Jones?" He said to himself
"Yeah, that's it. They've been carrying that thing around with them since before I got here a few months ago." Fergie said, "I don't know where they got it, I just know it's important or something. I ought to steel it!"
"I ought to." Said the larger virus as he started to walk away
"Yeah!" Said Fergie trailing after him, "Then we smash it!"
"No, idiot." Growled the taller virus grabbing Fergie by the neck, "We're going to take it, and we gonna to give this body what's been coming to it."
He released him and continued to stride.
"So, what exactly are you planning?" Fergie asked tagging along
Thrax laughed a bit to himself and replied "You'll see."
The Brian: 3:00 AM
It was late at night but a Body is a city that never sleeps. Night is a time of rest compared to the hustle and bustle of the day when the Body is totally active. The Brain went about dreaming, possessing memories and other such nightly activities but for the new mayor, who works harder than is recognized for, it was time to call it a day and get some much needed rest. Running a body is hard work, more so after the whole Phlemming fiasco but it can be trusted the body was in the good hands of Mayor Leah Estrogen.
The office was not empty when Leah checked out, it was taken over at night by the Mayor's "most trusted" advisor, Cerebral Wolfgang, who is a middle aged brain cell who has been recommended to be her advisor by numerous other brain cells for his skills. Cerebral is a tall thin cell, with a long thin face and a broad chest and shoulders, he has been described as "handsome" by other brain cells. He stands out among most cells as he's more purple-grey in color than blue, he's also more dull in color which reflects his personality. Cerebral has a dry sense of humor and rarely smiles. He normally only smiles when he's trying to convince a cell of a higher rank to take his advise or to hide is anger. He has a peculiar smile about him. He's disliked among most the community but highly respected among brain cells. He sits at the desk beside the Mayor's, the desk Leah used to make hers.
Leah was getting ready to go to her home by the base Brain Stem (prime real-estate, might I add) while Cerebral aided her hurriedly and spoke to her calmly in his airy aged voice.
"You should not put so much on yourself, Mayor" he advised her "It takes time to heal such wounds no matter how hard to work at it to restore health"
"Yes, yes, I know it will take time Mister Cerebral" Leah said taking a stack from her In Box
"Please Mayor, don't flatter me, just call me Advisor. You talk to me like I am higher than you" Cerebral interrupted, "After all you are Mayor now"
"I know Cerebral, I guess it takes some getting used to" She said taking her coat getting ready to leave, "Now have you got any news on how the new program for the Colon is-"
"Mayor, please, do not worry yourself. The Body is well on it's way to health - all is well" Cerebral assuredly hissed
Leah was, by now, slightly annoyed with her advisors behavior, she didn't know why. It seemed to her he only wanted the best for her and the Body and without him she wouldn't have gotten this far within just a few months. But there was still something about him that she didn't trust.
"Ok sir. Thank you. Remember, I'll be back at 8 O' clock in the morning tomorrow to work on our exercise plan" She said looking back at him as she exited the room
"No thanks necessary Mayor and feel free to sleep in, the young aspiring cell needs much rest" He said through a smile of white teeth that where long and thin like the rest of his body, "I only live to serve ma'am"
The membrane door closed down and Leah was gone. Cerebral's smile quickly turned into a snarl and he walked back to gazed out the window to the rest of the brain that stretched out in front of him. He sarcastically growled;
"I only live to serve ma'am" He then repeated in a more sinister tone, "I only live to serve"
North Chest Cavity: 3:30 AM
The Red Death had never found it necessary to have a partner as he was fully capable of taking down a body solo (or so he'd like to believe), though he normally would look for any germ willing to assist him. Assassinists, not partners. Though he didn't admit to having a partner more or less than having an annoying adolescent germ that followed him like a shadow.
He knew that being in a body that's experienced him and lived brought about its own challenges; challenges he's never dealt with before mind you and he knew he could use a different virus that's been in the body while he was gone. A virus he could use to keep Immunity at bay.
But he wasn't worried. He was as cool and collected as ever, however there was a lurking concern in the back of his head. He had been planning to take down Frank once and for all since he recovered from his fall and he had it all planned out.
Thrax didn't have his plan in action yet. As of now he was simply walking about in the chest cavity, scopeing out what he was up against. The Body was definitely in better shape than when he invaded before. There was an immense lack of pathogens - of course that's mostly his own fault.
The experienced virus strode though the crowded area without being noticed, however he did have to occasionally silence the less experienced virus from blowing his cover. He eventually came to a stop in a dark forgotten ally.
"About friggin time, marathon man!" Fergie complained plopping to the ground to rest his aching paws
Thrax rolled his eyes and walked out toward the vacant street.
"Immunity is certainly doing it's job well" He though a melancholy smile
"Yeah, it sure looks like it doesn't it!" Fergie said hopping up onto his feet, "Nope, there's still plenty of germs around doing their business!" He said stumbling into Thrax's side
He didn't mean to, he just didn't see him
Thrax hardly took notice of Fergie other than giving him a sour glare at which Fergie shrank away. He scanned the area with his sharp yellow eyes. The smaller virus quickly regained his courage.
"What are you doing wasting your time here for?" Fergie complained, "If you're looking for the gang they don't hang anywhere even close to here"
"I thought I took care of them" Thrax said at the word "gang"
"What?" Fergie asked, "No, no. The old gang was taken over by a different virus that runs the whole deal now! They hold their meetings at this new set up, a wart down on the toe - called "Puss Hotel". Real fancy place, I hear they make a good martini, course I've never been allowed in. Yeah, it never was that popular of a joint until the new leader showed up. That new guy, I'll tell you. I think his name it Chill or something . . . "
"I knew someone must a ratted on me." Thrax hissed quietly as Fergie continued to ramble on about martinis, "I didn't see him at the Zit, that must mean that he told Jones where I was and hid. Well, there's only one way to deal with a rat."
Thrax turned toward Fergie who was still talking.
"Fergie." He smiled, "We're going down to the toe."
"Oh no. They won't let me into the Puss Hotel, they definitely won't let you in!"
"Then I'll let myself in." He said as he walked back out into the streets
"Oh I get ya." Fergie said padding after him, "We go down there, yes? Let ourselves in and then it'll be time to make a few changes in the pecking order!"
Thrax chuckled lowly and answered with a menacing, "Yes."
The Brain Stem 4:35 AM
Leah was heading home to her beautiful house close to the base of the Brain Stem. It was no mansion but it was a very charming house - only a few blocks away from her old house. She's always lived in the Head. This little home also housed Leah's crush, Osmosis. The house was definitely better than his old apartment by the Precinct. Also in the house resided Ozzy's new partner in law enforcement, Drixonol the Cold Pill. It was only temporary, which was too bad as the neighborhood kids didn't seem to respect Ozzy's authority without Drix backing him up - you can kill a deadly fire virus but can't get unruly children to stop egging your house, go figure.
Drix took a guestroom for himself and decorated it himself with corny knickknacks he bought in the local stores in Frank. Osmosis and Leah share a room and a bed, however when one if awake usually the other is asleep - much to the disappointment to Osmosis.
Usually Leah walks home, she enjoys the exercise as well as the sights and sounds of the City she loves, but tonight there's a nasty electrical storm brewing in the Brain and she didn't want to get caught up in it so instead she drove home. As she drove condensation started to fall, the sparks flashing in the Brain where followed by loud booms. The body's equivalent to a raging thunderstorm, it sometimes happens when Frank is in REM sleep.
This wasn't a problem for Ozzy who, unlike Drix who was kept up by the storm, was a heavy sleeper and had been asleep for quite a while. He was in a deep sleep and an awkward position by the time Leah got home.
Ozzy opened his eyes, the room was still in a dark blue shade and was only slightly tinged with the bright pink of daybreak in the Body. He knew Leah was home, he had missed her, She was away from home for three days straight because of her work. He saw her shadow over the purple light that shown in from the hallway so he jumped out of bed to greet her. He ran outside where she stood waiting for him.
They embraced. The sky was a bright orange and everything was colored golden. The two caressed each other for some time, though it would never be long enough for Ozzy. He looked into her eyes, they where colored gold by the sky, he lost in them for some time.
Suddenly there was the sound of a snap! The gold quickly faded into a dull dark green. He turned his head around. Snap! Suddenly the ground below them fell down and faded away into a far away blur of grey. Snap! They where standing on a long thin structure high in the air. It shook with each snap. The object they stood on was not any part of a body that Ozzy knew about, it was so artificial it was frightening. Snap! The structure shook. Leah fearfully backs away. Snap! The artificial structure shattered and Leah had fallen into a clear liquid. There was the stench of burning flesh. Snap!
"Leah!" Jones screamed and reached out his had for hers
Leah sank into the liquid and began to deteriorate away, discolored by the liquid, rotten smelling bubbles rose from the liquid. She screamed. Not for help. Not in pain. She reached her hand out. He grabbed her hand. Snap! Leah's head went under and black smoke started rise from that spot. Her grip loosened and her hand fell into the liquid and liquified into a black tar.
"No" He said with his hand still reaching out, "Come back, Leah, come on"
He felt tears start to come. He reached out hoping she would come back but she didn't. Suddenly a hand shot out of the solution, dripping with the black tar and it's own flesh. It was pale green and almost totally skeletal.
A body rose up out of the water, hunched over at first. It was completely emaciated covered in melting skin and tattered clothing and was covered in the black tar that slowly oozed of it. It looked at him with yellow eyes, the whites where tainted black. The figure rose up, revealing it to be taller than Osmosis. The liquid under them turned to sparks. The figure began to grow bigger and looked less starved and the color started to come back to it's body. Flames now licked the body's tattered clothing. It began to reform until it's identity was as clear as the sinister grin on his face.
"Thrax?" Osmosis stuttered, "No way, I killed you"
The blaze around him did nothing to lighten his body, he was almost completely in darkness only his glowing yellow eyes and a frightening sneer could clearly been seen. Black blood came from his mouth and eyes.
"Oh Jones," He laughed walking slowly toward him, "Haven't you heard?"
Suddenly the flame leapt up toward the cell's face, he winced. He felt at hot hand around his neck. The flames burned away and Thrax stood holding him by the neck. He lifted him off the ground and tightened his grip. Osmosis could hear his slow breathing, almost sounded like laughing. A thin black smoke came out of his clenched jaws as he breathed out. The virus wore a terrible smile that curled up to his pricing yellow eyes that seemed to stare unblinking deep into his soul. Osmosis could feel his hot breath on his face. He crushed his neck so hard that it hurt to look but he couldn't turn away. The two mortal enemies where locked at the eyes.
"What doesn't kill you" He hissed as he rose his left hand and his foreclaw started to heat up, "Only makes you stronger!"
He brought his arm down in a flash of orange. There was a loud crash!
Osmosis quickly leaned up, breathing heavily. He heard is distant rumble of thunder from outside. He quickly looked around the room.
It was a just a dream, he thought, but how was it so real?
"Ozzy?" Murmured Leah leaning toward him from the other side of the bed, "You okay?"
"Yeah girl, it was just a bad dream" He responded blankly
"It was the one about Thrax again, wasn't it?" She asked
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about it, baby. He's gone, you said you saw him, he's dead now." Leah said, "Don't worry about him anymore."
"I guess you're right." He said glancing at the chain on his counter
He took it and fingered it silently in his hand.
"You should sleep now, only a few more hours till you have to go to work." Leah said not knowing he had picked up the chain
"All right." He said lying down
He looked at the chain for a short while then put it in his pocket and feel back to sleep.
The Pelvis 5:15 AM
The duo of viruses were still on their way to the toe. The younger of the two still insisted on complaining. After a few hours of it Thrax had learned to tolerate it. He could have made it to the Toe within an hour but he wasn't in much of a rush. He still hasn't broken his record of 48 hours and it's so far only been five hours and he knew exactly what he was going to do.
The two walked in the center of the neighborhood in a vacant ally way when Fergie stubbornly halted their journey and came to stop.
"Now what, kid?" Asked Thrax turning toward Fergie trying not to get angry, "I don't have all night."
"Come oooon, let's have a rest!" Fergie groaned
The virus snorted and rolled his eyes. This kid was going to hold up his whole plan. He didn't want to make a scene, cells were all about him and if they became aware of him it would greatly hinder him. He folded his arms.
"All right" He said, "But we ain't stopping again, got that?"
Fergie hopped up with a big snaggle-toothed grin. Suddenly he was hit in the face with a big black object. Thrax has removed his coat and thrown it at Fergie to silence him of any further complaints. He walked to the end of the ally. The faint luminescent yellow of dawn outlined the virus's sleek body. His structure suggested he was built for both speed and power equally. Fergie shyly looked at him as he removed his trenchcoat from his head and held it with care in his paws.
The clueless strep throat, who was unaware Thrax obviously didn't want to be bothered, approached him.
"Can we go tomorrow? I'm hungry." Fergie whined
"No." Escaped the virus's mouth in a threatening snarl
The bigger virus turned and started to walk to back into the darkness of the ally. Fergie followed him like a begging dog. Thrax turned toward the large window on the side of the building, the membrane had a reflective quality.
"But come on! We walked all day, you must be hungry" Fergie prodded
As he looked at his reflection in the window, Thrax noticed that his frame has shrunken a bit. His last meal was a couple weeks ago as he could go long periods with little nourishment. Of course a deadly virus wasn't just going to walk into the closest restaurant inside the Body he was planning to take down and have a leisurely brunch with a bunch of cells. He was mostly limited to hunting, stealing and scavenging, and in certain extremes, cannibalism, all this is the most classy and dignifying way possible.
"I guess I have gotten a bit thin." He admitted
"Yeah, you look horrible!" Fergie said turning toward the street, "Look, there's a nice Puss Cookie stand over there! Lets - "
Suddenly there was a crash as Thrax quickly thrust his claw in-between two garbage cans. He hand went as quickly as a striking cobra, his spread claws slammed shut and a small yelp came from the little creature he snatched. He leaned up holding the little amoeba only slightly bigger than his hand. He held the helpless creature in two claws and rose it above his head. It screeched and struggled as it looked down into the gaping maw of fighting teeth below.
"Woah, wait, what are you doing?!" Fergie asked
The virus paid no heed to Fergie. He simply dropped it into his open jaws. It was a gruesome sight to see as the virus chewed his meal, the crunching and snapping of bones could plainly be heard, as could the muffled yelps from his prey. Dull red blood ran down his mouth and a leg and the tail of the creature where still exposed and twitched slightly.
It was then that Fergie started to seriously question his alliance with this virus but soon this thought was discarded as Fergie still had complaints.
"But, um, I'm still hungry."
Thrax looked at him. He lifted his hand and broke off the exposed leg and handed it to Fergie who just cringed and dropped it. The virus finally swallowed the rest, the tail was the last to escape sight as it slowly slid down his neck. He wiped his mouth clean of blood with his right hand. Fergie just watched in surprise and slight fear. Thrax daintily licked his claws clean. He gaze shifted to Fergie.
"Now." He broke the silence as he felicitously put his hand over his stomach, "Have anything else you want?"
"No, not anymore."
The virus slipped his coat back on, "Good, let's continue"
