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: Thanks :D So I got Thrax pretty good huh? Hope I don't mess him up later XD

When I came to, I was in pain. Pain was in my leg and my neck, both of which were where the dog had bitten me. I felt bandages being tightened around my neck. I whined slightly, as it stung. "She's lost a lot of plasma." A female cell who was tying my bandages sighed. "It's a miracle she woke up."

"She's awake?" Mr. Preemer came into my vision, and he didn't look very pleased. "Ya stupid hyena! Ya nearly had 'im!"

"Matt, enough." The female cell said sternly. "She was weak. She didn't have very much strength. How much are you feeding her?"

"A few scraps o' meat three times a day." Mr. Preemer shrugged. "She gets an extra one per winning fight."

The cell's eyes darkened. "That's it?" She exclaimed incredulously. "She needs to eat more! Look how thin she is!"

"She's right." Thrax walked up from behind Mr. Preemer. "She barely weighed anything when I picked her up, and I could feel her bones." (I'm not an expert on cells, and since they're humanoid in Osmosis Jones, they'll just have their own skeletal features to make it easier.)

"She needs to build up some weight before you can even think of getting her on her feet." The cell scowled at Mr. Preemer. "She shouldn't be so thin you can practically see through her skin. Feed her, exercise her, and call me when she can at least support herself." She stormed out of the warehouse.

Face darkening in frustration, Mr. Preemer banged his fists on the wall, cussing loudly. "You brought this on yourself, Matt." Thrax shrugged, sitting in a chair. "And you were lucky I was there to get that dog off of her."

"Shut up!" Mr. Preemer snapped. "I can't believe it, I just can't believe it! One li'l mistake, an' Flame needs bed rest! Just 'cause she's thin an' has some wounds."

"Didn't you see how much plasma she lost?" Thrax asked, fiddling with his chain. "Or how thin she is? Would you be able to fight in those conditions?"

Mr. Preemer ignored him though. "This is all yer fault!" He growled at me. "Y'all lost me a lotta money!" He raised his cane over his head. Eyes widening, I held my sore paw over my eyes, waiting for the strike. It never came though. Removing my paw, I saw that Thrax had stood up, and was holding Mr. Preemer's wrist in an iron grip. The long claw on his left hand was glowing orange and pointing at Mr. Preemer's throat.

"Preemer, enough." He scowled darkly. "I may kill cells and germs that stand in my way, and kill humans with a heat wave, but even I wouldn't beat a defenseless animal, especially when she's inured." He let the germ's fist go as his claw darkened back to its original color. "Look, since I got some time to spare before I get to the deadline to kill this sucker, I'll help you with your hyena."

Mr. Preemer raised one eyebrow as he rubbed his wrist. "Who are you, an' what've y'all done with the real Thrax?"

The virus in question laughed. "The real Thrax is right here, baby. He's just had a very rare change of heart."

"Lucky me." Mr. Preemer grumbled.

"Not you, her." Thrax nodded towards me.

"Whatever, let's just get 'er into tip-top shape and fast." He left the room.

Thrax shook his head, sighing, before sitting in the chair in front of me. I just stared at him lethargically. He reached out and touched my paw with his fingers. I pulled away and growled. Keep in mind I have only been beaten, so I didn't know anything about being petted.

"Everything's gonna be ok, baby girl." He said. "Just you wait."

About a week later, I was able to stand on my own. Since the training pen, which was fenced was empty, it was decided I would recover there, chained of course. When that day came, the guys were faced with a problem: getting me into the pen without losing a limb.

After standing in front of me, thinking, Thrax finally crouched down and approached me very slowly. "He's crazy." Hangnail said.

"No, I know what I'm doin'." Thrax reassured. "I think." He muttered under his breath. He took hold of my leash and picked it up. He gently pulled it back as he stood up. I growled warningly, not moving an inch.

Puncher left the room and came back with some meat. "Maybe we can lure her out?" He suggested.

"Doc says she's gotta build up weight anyway." Mr. Preemer shrugged, still in a bad mood.

Puncher stepped forward and held out the meat. "Here, Girl. C'mon, Girl." He whistled.

Eyeing the meat hungrily, I bolted. Before anyone could stop me, I leapt onto Puncher, intent on getting the meat. Yelling with surprise, he tossed the meat back. Hangnail snatched it up and hurried to the pen to throw it in there. I jumped off of Puncher and made to follow, but I was stopped short. As I picked myself up, I remembered that Thrax still had hold of my chain.

"Nice try, Girl." He smirked. He walked towards the pen, gently tugging the chain when I didn't move. Rolling my eyes, I followed and ran into the pen, wolfing down the meat. Thrax clipped his end of the chain to a post and came up behind me. I didn't see him, as I was busy at the moment, and got scared when he laid a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around and bit his right hand. He yelled in pain and jumped back, holding his now-bleeding hand. I smirked as Puncher closed the gate, locking me inside.

"Yer gonna have yer work cut out fer ya." Mr. Preemer laughed. "Ya sure ya wanna help now?" He laughed with his buddies as they all sauntered away; to a bar, no doubt.

Thrax glared at me as plasma oozed out of his bitten hand. "You think you've won, don't you?" He snarled. "Well, think again, baby. This is only the beginning. When I'm done with you, you'll be as tame as a kitten."

I scoffed. That'll be the day.

A/N Another scene references by White Fang, but I changed it up a bit by adding Mr. Preemer getting upset at Almira for losing the fight. And like I said, the germs and viruses will have bones (not cells like Ozzie; that guy can mold himself into a pothole for Pete's sake!)

Another scene-ref is when Thrax is trying to lure Almira out, and when he scared her and got himself bit. BTW, I hope he isn't too OOC here 0.0