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.

As soon as I leapt out, I saw Thrax fighting off two brain cells. Everyone froze when I practically flew out of the elevator; I didn't; I leapt at a big brain cell and landed on his back. I grabbed the gelatinous membrane in the back of his neck with my teeth. I braced my paws against his shoulders and pulled back; at the same time, I lit my claws up. As soon as the brain cell began to glow red with bubbles popping, I jumped back. Seeing that Thrax was busy, I looked over my shoulder. There through a shredded doorway was the chamber, with a hole, and hundreds of beads spinning inside. Spotting a familiar blue/purple one, I stood on my hind legs, with my paws against the chamber, reached in, and plucked the bead out with my teeth. I stepped back and sat behind Thrax just as he finished off the last brain cell. I pawed at his coat. When he turned and gave me a surprised look, I spat the bead out at his feet, smiling back up at him and wagging my tail.

He just stared at the bead, still flabbergasted. Finally, he bent down and picked it up carefully in his claws. He placed it in his chain and looked back at me. "I thought I told you to stay home." He said sternly, yet obviously happy to see me.

I just stood up and nuzzled my head against his hip. He petted my head, scratching between my bangs. Then, we heard several shouts. "We better get goin'!" Thrax exclaimed.

Nodding, I followed him as we ran through the halls, dodging brain cells of all sizes. Soon, we were trapped. Between a window, our only escape, and us were brain cells. "We have you surrounded!" One said. "Surrender at once!"

I rolled my eyes. Do they really think we'll do just that? I crouched down, took a deep breath, and let loose a stream of fire, not only clearing our way, but destroying the window as well.

Thrax was impressed. "I didn't know you could do that." He whistled.

I shrugged. He ran for the window. Not wanting to be left behind, I ran after him and leapt onto his back, clinging to his shoulders with my claws. He stumbled a little, but regained his balance and was up and running again. "Hang on tight, Baby Girl." He said.

No problem. My eyes widened as he jumped out the window. What is he, crazy? I shut my eyes tight and buried my face in his shoulder. I slowly removed my snout as we stopped suddenly in midair and began sailing through the air. I realized he had put his feet into the pockets of his coat and spread the sides apart, making him glide through the air. He seemed to have a little trouble with the extra weight on his back, but we didn't fall.

As we sailed through the air towards the uvula, I noticed it was getting very hot. Then I remembered that Thrax said once the hypothalamus bead was removed, the body heated up until it reached a deadly temperature of 108. So we had to get out and fast!

Soon, Thrax landed on the throat. Before we could get to the uvula, a voice stopped us. "Hold it right there!"

When we looked up, it was Mr. Preemer. My mouth dropped open. How did he know we'd be here? And how'd he get here ahead of us? "Preemer!" Thrax snapped, interrupting my thoughts. "Get outta my way! The cops are on my tail!"

"Exactly." Mr. Preemer crossed his arms. "No one turns my best fighter into a softie an' gets away with it."

Thrax's jaw dropped as well. "This is 'bout Almira? What's she got to do with you rattin' out on me to the cops?"

"I asked ya t'heal her, not turn her into a pet. I spent a year trainin' her, an' ya spoiled it all!" Mr. Preemer began walking towards me. "As fer you, yer comin' with me!" He reached for my collar, but quick as a flash, I bit his hand. He snatched his hand back, glaring. "Ya stupid hyena!" He kicked me to the ground, raised his cane up, and slammed it on my right hind leg. Man, did I scream! Thrax had to cover his ears.

Growling, I pushed myself up and head-butted Mr. Preemer in the knees, making him fall back. I quickly pulled myself on top of him and planted his shoulders to the ground, glaring savagely down at him. For once in his life, Mr. Preemer was scared of me. His eyes were wide and his open mouth quivered. I raised my left paw up, and tapped his forehead with a glowing claw. Then I crawled off. I watched with satisfaction as Mr. Preemer began glowing orange with bubbles popping all over him. He screamed in pain as he exploded. I only blinked and smirked when he exploded and shook myself off. When I stood, I nearly collapsed; my right hind leg, while not quite broken, felt fractured, and severely bruised.

Thrax helped me up. "Get on my back." He said, turning around and crouching down. I wasted no time climbing onto his back and clinging to his shoulders as he stood up. He reached into his coat and took out a dark golden sphere with yellow button-like lumps. I raised one eyebrow at it. "Pollen pod." He explained. "Just throw one of these suckers down the throat, and BOOM! We're sneezed right outta here." He turned and threw it; in midair, spikes with balls at the ends popped out. As soon as it disappeared, Jack began inhaling to sneeze. "Let's blow this joint." Thrax grabbed the edges of his coat, jumped up, stuck his feet in the pockets, and steered himself towards the mouth. We were sneezed out just as Jack, who was in a hospital passed out. We sailed through the air and out an open window onto a passing dog. With me still on his back, Thrax walked into the nose, through the long nasal cavity, to the city of Max.

Once we were in, he turned and went into an old warehouse. He set me down and crouched by me. "Let's have a look at that leg." When his fingers went near my injured leg, I pulled it away and whined. "Mira, I gotta see it in order to treat it."

After several minutes, I relaxed and let him tenderly examine it. "It's bruisin', alright." He sighed. "And with a hit like that, it might be fractured. Might wanna splint it." He tore a large splinter from a crate, cut some strips of fabric from a tarp, and laid the stick on my leg. "This is gonna hurt." He warned me. He began wrapping the bandages around my leg and the stick of wood.

I yelped and whined and howled; it hurt so bad! My claws dug into the concrete floor, leaving scratches as I gritted my teeth. "I know, baby, I know." Thrax said soothingly. "It's ok, it'll be all over in a minute." Indeed, he was soon finished. He stroked my head and said, "Just lay off it for as long as you can, and you'll be ok."

Smiling, I licked his claws and rubbed against his hand.

Later, as he sat on a couch that happened to be in the warehouse, I limped up to it. I climbed onto the couch and crawled on Thrax's lap. Smirking, he stroked my head. "Guess I'm gonna be stuck with you, Baby Girl."

I rolled my eyes and nudged his hand. "Maybe it won't be so bad." He scratched between my ears with his claws. I panted happily as I wagged my tail. "You're a good girl, huh?" He smiled. "You're more than that; you're my good girl. Daddy's Baby Girl."

I tagged along with Thrax forever after. My leg healed, and the only thing that reminded me of my past was a very slight limp. You could barely see it if you looked hard enough though, and since it wasn't so bad, it didn't interfere with my running.

I became well known alongside Thrax. I was no longer the Flaming Death; no, I became Almira, pet of the Red Death. I was well known for staying by his side at all times, and not liking anyone but him. But like I said, it was distrust rather than dislike. Whatever floats their boat though.

So, that's my back-story. Hope you enjoyed it...

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Gotcha, didn't I?

You thought this was the end, huh? Well, it's about half-over or something. No way I'm not telling you about Thrax's and my greatest adventure...as well as our last; the body where we met our greatest enemy, as well as Thrax's arch nemesis:

Osmosis Jones.

A/N I always planned for Almira to kill Mr. Preemer. At first I thought she'd attack him dog-fashion, y'know? But then I changed it to "Thrax-Fashion" XD

Like it says, Almira just has a VERY slight limp, nothing major.

The next chapter will be the start of Osmosis Jones the movie. I may take a while to write it, and will be busy, what with it being the holidays. So Merry Christmas, and happy holidays :)