A/N After becoming a fan of the movie, Osmosis Jones, I made an OC: a pet hyena for Thrax, named Almira. I decided to introduce her by telling her life story. Her picture can be found in my DeviantART gallery; I go as DarkraixCresselia there.

I own only Almira and any other characters you won't recognize. The ones you DO recognize from OJ are owned by Warner Brothers.

RavageThyCorpse: Hey, review all you want. I don't care :D I'm really glad you like this :) This is the one where we see our favorite virus 8D

Soon, a year after my rise to the top of the dog-fighting chain, something happened. Something that changed my life forever. But I might as well tell it in order.

The day started out like normal; I got my breakfast of a few meat scraps, did my exercises, and waited for our opponents. Mr. Preemer sat by my cage, fiddling with his cane. Lucky for him, I wasn't in the mood to be snappy. I was wondering how I was able to survive to my first birthday. I was thin as it was.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Preemer exclaimed, "Well, if it ain't la muerte roja!" He laughed as a pair of legs and two-toed feet appeared in my line of vision. "How goes it?"

"Pretty decent." A deep unfamiliar voice sounded. "I decided to stop by here and maybe take a little break. After all, I still got a ways to go before I hit the medical books."

Mr. Preemer laughed. "Same as always, Thrax ol' pal, same as always. Hey, y'all hear I got me a new fighter?"

"Not that I know of."

"She's right in here." He gestured at my cage.

The virus crouched down to get a better look at me. He had red skin, six dark purple dreadlocks and yellow eyes with light green irises framed by dark red eyelids. He had high cheekbones, a flat barely-noticeable nose, and a chin that pointed down like a goatee. He wore a gray turtleneck, a black trench coat that fell around his ankles, dark gray pants, and black boots. He held a black chain with sparkling purple orbs in his right hand, and was swinging it around. But what got my attention the most were his claws. Instead of fingers, he had long dark red claws; the index one on his left was twice as long.

Remembering my beatings, I eyed the claw and chain and stood up, growling warningly. "She's a real beauty." He laughed, standing up straight and brushing his hair back. "I like the paint-job."

Mr. Preemer laughed as well. "Yup, y'all got thatright, Thrax. I trained her, an' she's been fightin' fer me fer a year now."

The virus named Thrax's eyebrows shot up. "Really? Huh. I'm impressed, baby. How'd you find her?"

"She was wanderin' 'round town. I found her along with Hirschhorn, my previous fightin' dog. She beat 'im real good! I toughened her up more, o' course." He puffed out his chest, looking very proud of himself.

Snarling, I growled up at him. He took no notice as Hangnail whispered something to him. "Yee-haw, we got us another fighter! Now you'll be able t'see th'Flamin Death in action."

"Flaming Death?" Thrax questioned, raising one eyebrow. "Not exactly what I had in mind."

Mr. Preemer paid no attention. "We got us a strong one, Flame! I want y'all t'get real mean an' win this one. Y'hear?" He stood up and poked me in the nose with his cane. With a growl, I tackled the side of the cage and reaches out to Mr. Preemer, roaring something awful. "Yeah, that'swhat I'm talkin' 'bout!" He laughed as he rattled my cage, making me more and more angry. I bit at the bars, spitting sparks.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that." Thrax commented, glancing between me and the cane.

"Hey, she's myhyena, I can do whatever I want wit' 'er." Mr. Preemer walked off somewhere. I didn't care, I was just glad he was gone. I laid down with a humph.

"Not too fond of the fightin' life, huh baby girl?" Thrax crouched down by my cage again. "Can't say I'm a fan of your fightin' name either." He shrugged as he stood up and took some sunglasses out of his coat. "Good luck in the arena." He places his glasses on and wandered away with his hands in his pockets. I merely glanced after him.

As I sat in the arena, awaiting my qué, I had a strange impulse to do especially good today. Not just to get food, but to impress Thrax, who was sitting cross-legged on a crate. I don't know why; maybe because he didn't rattle my cage or tease me. He just talked to me, as though I was a virus myself, and not a hyena germ.

I crouched down and looked out from under the tarp at my opponent. It was a small dog with a square jaw. I smirked. Thisshouldbeasnap. Little did I know that size didn't always matter in a fight.

"Gentlemen, on three." Hangnail announced, silencing the crowd. "Uno…dos…tres!"

Puncher lifted the gate. I barreled out and attacked the dog, pinning him to the ground. He pushed at my chest with his paws and bit at my paw. He held on with severe strength, and his teeth pierced my skin, causing plasma to bleed out.

Whining slightly, I pulled my leg. The dog wouldn't let go though! Worried I would get a broken leg, I settled for giving my opponent a taste of his own medicine. I grabbed his leg and pulled. He let my now-bleeding leg go and kicked at my stomach. My grip on his leg loosened, and I went tumbling.

"Get up, Flame!" Mr. Preemer yelled, hitting the crate near me with his cane. "Get up an' fight!"

I knew now that I was in trouble. This dog had strength! Those jaws had held on and didn't let go. Glancing at my injured leg, I charged and aimed for the throat. I met my mark and bit as hard as I could. But something went wrong. Because I hadn't been fed properly, I was thin and weak. As a result, my strength was numbered and failing. The dog grabbed my neck and bit down hard, suffocating me. My grip loosened and I lay limp, whining and waiting and begging for the dog to let go. He refused though, as though his jaws were glued shut. I ignored the cheers for my opponent, the boos and Mr. Preemer screaming and cussing me. All I wanted was to either get away, or die.

Then, with a pained yelp, the dog let my jaws go and collapsed by me. I could smell burnt fur. As my vision darkened, I saw a familiar pair of two-toed black boots in front of me. The figure crouched down and gently picked me up as I blacked out.

A/N Yaay Thrax :D Did I get him in character? What about the way he talks? I was kinda nervous, to tell the truth ^^; I hope I did decently, this is my first OJ fanfic.

The part where Almira got critically injured by the dog was inspired, yet again, by White Fang, when the poor dog got hurt by a bulldog (it looked more like a pit bull) In case you didn't get it, Thrax burnt the dog and scooped up Almira before she passed out.