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.

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Later, Thrax announced he was going to the local club, the Zit. The germs had gone ahead to have fun until he came and was ready for the meeting. Later, Thrax and I were walking down the streets of Frank, with me walking on his left side. We stopped at a newspaper stand. Thrax picked a paper up and leaned back against the stand, one ankle crossed over the other, reading through it. I sat by his legs and looked around. It was obvious at first-glance that Frank didn't take very good care of himself, but it was more obvious inside of him.

I looked up when Thrax said, "Accordin' to this, the white blood cell's name's Osmosis Jones." He chuckled a little. "Jones. Nice name; not too wild 'bout the first name though. Then the cold pill...Drixenol? I heard of his brand. It's a common cold pill." He laughed at this as I scratched behind my ear with my hind foot. "'Parrently they fell for the common cold heist. Too bad they don't know a cold pill ain't got no chance against us." He briefly scratched my head.

I laughed as well, attracting the red blood cell who ran the stand's attention. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "This ain't a library!"

"No worries, baby, I just got done." Thrax smirked, refolding the paper and placing it back on its stack. "And I got enough information to last." As he sauntered off, I followed him, but turned back and grinned evilly at the confused cell, showing my sharp, white teeth. I added a high-pitched sinister giggle, causing the cell to jump in surprise.

"Almira? C'mon, we're gonna be late."

I trotted after Thrax until I was by his side.

As we walked down the streets, we saw a green virus. He had four arms and a tall head with two eyes; one on his forehead, and the other a little lower. He wore a white shirt, a purple jacket, dark purple pants, a gold medallion necklace, and a purple hat. "That's Chill, a flu shot." Thrax explained. He turned to the virus. "Yo, Chill."

The virus jumped startled until he saw whom it was who spoke. "Oh, hey, Thrax." He grinned nervously, showing that he had a gold tooth. "Long time no see."

"Hey yourself, Chill." Thrax smirked, crossing his arms and playing with his chain. "You're lookin' well."

"Yeah." Chill nodded, chuckling nervously. I could tell he was afraid of Thrax. He glanced down at me. "'Ey, who's dis? She looks familiar."

"She's my baby girl, Almira." Thrax said, rubbing my head affectionately, causing my head to press against the side of his leg. "I got her from in this zookeeper guy, Jack."

Chill's eyes lit up. "Now I remember! She's de Flamin' Death! I seen one o' her fights! How'd you get 'er?"

At the mention of my old fighting name, I scowled and growled softly. Thrax scratched my head and answered, "Well, let's just say her owner wasn't treatin' her right, so after Almira, ahem, disposed of him, I took her in."

Chill looked nervously at me as I slowly grinned, showing my teeth. "Well, she looks good now. She seemed a bit on de thin side when I last saw 'er."

My ears perked up as Thrax's eyes narrowed. He grabbed Chill by the front of his jacket and pulled him up close so their faces were close. "So why didn't y'all say somethin'? Would've saved Almira a lot of pain and sufferin'."

I nodded with an indignant huff. "Hey, I didn't know if she was supposed to look like dat or whatever." Chill protested. "An' besides, I don't poke my nose anywhere it don't belong 'less it's about influenza. You know dat."

With a snarl, Thrax threw Chill to the ground and set his foot on his chest. He bent down, leaning on his bent knee, and said slowly, "Yer lucky I got a meeting to go to tonight. But next time you see somethin' that don't seem right, speak up. Even if it ain't 'bout 'influenza'." Standing up straight and keeping his foot on Chill, he walked off. Stepping on him, I followed Thrax, looking up at him curiously as he grumbled, "Didn't even report it. He's a flu shot! On the Immunity's side; he's supposed to snitch on viruses! Then again, he hosts chicken pock fights, so he ain't all clean." He just shook his head, sighing. "Might as well not worry 'bout what he did or didn't do."

Soon we came upon the Zit; it was big! There was already a line of about ten germs, so it would have taken a while to just get to the big, green, four-armed bouncer in the black sweater and hat. Notice I said "would have", wink-wink.

Thrax, who seemed to have calmed down after the incident with the flu shot, just strolled along the outside of the line, humming his song (he told me once it was called "Fever") I trotted behind him, enjoying looking at the confused faces of the germs and viruses waiting in line out of the corner of my eye. I hadn't realized Thrax had stopped, or was stopped, so I bumped into his back. I walked around him so I was standing on his right.

The bouncer was standing in front of Thrax, all four arms crossed. "Sorry, pal. Gotta wait in line like the rest." He said in a gruff voice, not sounding sorry at all.

"Is that right?" Thrax asked slowly. He smirked down at me. "Y'hear that, Mira? We gotta wait in line. And when we have a meeting we're already late for."

I had to bite my tongue in order to not laugh. We weren't really late. We were early, in fact; the meeting wasn't for another fifteen minutes. Thrax just liked to go early for a drink and a little partying. He may not look like it, but he liked to relax and listen to some good tunage; I had caught him bouncing his foot, tapping his toes, and/or bobbing his head to the music from a radio or club several times, which amused me to no end. Me, I liked music, and sometimes I would dance as well as a quadruped germ could.

My thoughts were interrupted when Thrax spoke up again, "I don't suppose some carbs could persuade some quick entry?" He asked, pulling a stack of green-colored carbs, cell money that resembled human dollar bills out of his pocket, and held it up. He spread his fingers, making the carbs spread as well with a smirk and cocked eyebrow.

With a sigh, the bouncer took the money. "Alright, pal, you've twisted my arm." He stepped aside as the portal that led to inside the club opened.

"Which one?" Thrax smirked as he stepped inside until the bouncer grabbed his shoulder. "The dog's gonna have to wait outside."

I growled at this. Again? Spit, I hate being confused as a dog!

"Shhh." Thrax hushed me; he turned to the bouncer, frowning slightly. "First of all, she's a hyena, not a dog. And secondly, she'll behave." To persuade even more, he took another five carbs out of his pocket. "That makes twenty carbs. That should satisfy, don'tcha think, baby?"

Scowling at the nickname, the bouncer took the carbs. "Fine. But she's your pet, you clean up after her."

"Fair enough." Thrax shrugged, patting his leg. "C'mon, girl."

I stepped in after him. The Zit was loud and alive with music, lights, and germs and viruses of all shapes, sizes and colors; I think there was even a cell or two, I couldn't tell. I always felt neutral about clubs; they were a great place if you wanted a drink and to have a good time, but the music was deafening unless you wore earplugs, the lights were blinding unless you wore shades, and for me, way too many people. I don't do so well in crowds, where the place was packed to the gills. It reminded me too much of the crowds in the arenas where I fought.

Luckily it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be; it was half as full. My only complaints were the noise and lights. Thrax didn't look too bothered though; he just sat on a couch with his arms spread across the back and his right ankle on his left knee. "Now we wait." He sighed.

I nodded as I climbed on and sat next to him. Now we wait.

And we did for several minutes, in fact. While we did, I thought back on my life, like I often did. And I had thought about when I made that turn in the hyena to his mouth, how I thought it had been the biggest mistake I made in my life.

Well, now that I thought of it, had I not made that turn, I wouldn't have landed in Jack or had been caught by Mr. Preemer. Of course, because I had been caught and turned vicious, I had met Thrax. Because of him, my life was turned around, and I was living the better life. But, then again, as far as I know, any life was better than getting beat and starved and being forced to fight for my life.

I lay down and laid my head on Thrax's thigh. I felt his hand settle on my head and rub between my ears. I wagged my tail as he scratched between my bangs.

A/N I decided to put in how Thrax found out about Ozzy and Drix; after all, how would he know Ozzy's name...or at least his surname?

I also added a little interaction with Chill the flu shot, so he has a way to know about Thrax and tell Ozzy about him. I thought it'd be an interesting twist to have him know about Almira's fighting days and not said anything about her condition.

It seemed like Thrax to bribe his way into a club without waiting in line; especially to get Almira in.

In the next chapter, it will be when Ozzy meets Thrax ;)