A/N I finally decided to write a story on Thrax's childhood. I'll also continue through "Almira's Story", showing his POV on meeting Almira. I don't own Thrax; he belongs to Warner Bros. I DO own his surname, his family, and other characters you don't recognize from Osmosis Jones.
DNAngelFangirl: Thanks :D
Thank you :)
Princess LaLaBlue: Yeah, she is :3 He IS the best :D
I will ;)
LaMuerteRoja: He DOES need a hug, though I doubt he'll admit it XD...well, maybe eventually :)
Chapter 8
The day went on normally until it came to the killing tests. What Riley said still ran through Thrax's mind. Just kill more than one mouse…it's more than killing one the fastest; it's about how many mice you can kill within the time limit.
"You're right, baby," Thrax muttered as he joined everyone else. "An' I'm gonna prove that." He took his mark between Riley and Ed. He sent a wink in his girlfriend's direction; she giggled and blew him a kiss.
"Good luck, Red Death." Ed sneered.
"You're gonna need the good luck, Ebola." Thrax snarled.
"You are clear for takeoff in three…two…one…infect!"
Thrax ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Then, stretching his coat with his arms, he jumped up, shoved his toes into the pockets on the bottom of his coat, and stretched his legs, stretching the coat taut. He had practiced this at home when Hamilton wasn't prowling around, sniffing out any excuse to "discipline" Thrax. He had taken some nasty falls, but luckily, he didn't break anything. After practice, he mastered the gliding technique.
This time, it was perfect takeoff. With just a small breeze, he quickly located a small rat. Perfect. He grinned.
Swooping in, he landed on the rat's nose, tumbling head-over-heels into the nostrils. "Ow," He groaned, standing and brushing off his coat. "That was a less than perfect landing." Shrugging it off, he made his way to the brain. He ran into several white blood cells, but although rat cells were tougher than mice cells, it was nothing his burner claw couldn't handle; he only suffered a few bruises. He managed to get the hypothalamus bead, but when he turned to leave, he was surrounded by more blood cells.
"We have you surrounded," One said, aiming a gun at him. "Surrender at once."
"You really think that's gonna work?" Thrax smirked, raising one eyebrow. He jumped and front flipped over the cells and made a run for it. He jumped out the window and spread his coat. He glided to the ground and made a run for the throat. He managed to make it to the mouth of the rat. Taking another running start, he spread his coat and jumped up, gliding out of the rat. Wasting no time, he aimed for another rat.
Soon, the test was over. Thrax managed to make it back just as the time limit ended. He had some bruises and scratches, but was otherwise all right. "Whooh," He sighed, brushing his dreadlocks back. "Made it."
"As usual, Red Death comes in last." Herman sneered from the sidelines.
"Not today, baby." Thrax grinned, holding up three hypothalamus beads. Everyone's eyes widened. "All from rats, I might add."
The principal examined the beads closely. "Yep, these are definitely from rats. Thrax Muerja, you're the top virus of this week's killing test."
The look on Ed's face was priceless to Thrax. He looked exactly like his most favorite thing was taken from him; in this case, it was his fame.
The students cheered and surrounded Thrax. The Red Death virus was eating up the attention. "Yeah!" He yelled, grinning smugly in Ed's direction. "Who the top virus now, Ebola? Gimme a 'red'!"
"Red!" The students shouted.
"Gimme a 'death'!"
"Death!"
"What's that make?"
"Red Death!"
Someone came pushing through the crowd. It was Riley, and she looked like her birthday had come early. "I knew you could do it, Thraxy!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him square on the lips.
Thrax's eyes widened in shock as the crowd "ooh"-ed. But after a second, he held her face in his hands and kissed her back.
Off to the side, no one noticed Ed stalking away. "Just you wait, Muerja," He growled. "You think you won. But there's more than one way to prove a virus's worth." An evil grin spread on his face.
After school, Thrax was about to walk home when Riley came up and snuggled into his side. "Hey, Big Daddy Thrax." She purred.
"Heh, I like the sound of that." Thrax grinned, lowering his favorite triangle-shaped sunglasses. "You just come up with that?"
"Maybe," She moved to his front and kissed him. Humming, he kissed her back. "Say," Riley whispered, fluttering her eyelashes. "My parents are out of town. How's about you and I head over to my place and celebrate today?"
"I'd love to, but I gotta get back home-"
"Oh, come on. It's just for tonight."
"My mom's not gonna be happy, an'-"
"Just tell her you were at a friend's house." Riley pouted at Thrax until he finally sighed.
"I guess if it's just fer tonight. I'm sure Mom'll understand."
Squealing, Riley kissed him again. "Great! Shall we?"
"Lead the way, baby."
Riley led Thrax to her red, open-topped convertible car. Thrax's eyebrows rose as he whistled. "Nice wheels, baby."
"Glad you like 'em." Riley smiled, stepping in. "What're you waiting for? Park your hot ass in here."
Thrax laughed as he sat in the passenger's seat. "Never heard that one before."
Soon, they were driving down the streets of the Rat. Thrax adjusted his sunglasses and laid his arm on the open window. "Ya ever heard of the 'Boring-Car-to-Badass-Car' trick?"
"No. What is it?"
"The one an' only cool trick I 'learned' from my bastard of a step-father; I saw him do it once when he wasn't lookin'. A Red Death virus sticks their lit burner claw into the ignition cover of a car, an' the venom from said claw, which normally causes a cell to bubble, heat up an' eventually explode, turns the car into a badass car. Want me to give a demonstration?" He playfully aimed his burner claw at the ignition cover of the car.
"Not on this car, you're not!" Riley protested, pushing his arm away. "It's my parents', and they'll probably be mad enough that I borrowed it without permission, much less let my boyfriend alter it."
"Mm, suit yourself, Ri." Thrax shrugged. "Can I at least turn on the radio?"
"Be my guest."
Thrax turned on the radio and flipped through the channels. Riley grabbed his shoulder and said, "Go back! That's my favorite."
Thrax did as she asked. It was an unfamiliar song. "What is it?"
"'Super Psycho Love' by Simon Colitis. Turn it up, wouldja?"
Thrax turned a knob, turning up the volume. The song didn't become one of his favorites, but it was descent. He smirked as he saw Riley mouthing the words. She soon started singing along, before turning and planting a swift kiss on Thrax's cheek. She was laughing too much with him to finish the song.
Soon, they came upon Riley's house at the base of the rat's tail. It was a big house, but not too fancy. Thrax was mildly impressed; his house wasn't as big as Riley's, but it was big enough. "Come on in." Riley smiled, finding the key under the floor mat and unlocking the house.
"I'm guessin' yer parents said 'no house parties'?" Thrax asked as they stepped inside.
"Yeah, but they didn't say I couldn't have a 'friend' over." Riley answered sneakily.
"Naughty girl," Thrax chided playfully.
They came into the living room; Thrax lounged back on a loveseat. "Make yourself at home. Want a drink? I think we've got Insulin Shots."
Thrax pursed his lips thoughtfully. He wanted to never drink like Hamilton, as he didn't want to become his step-father. "Is it gonna make me drunk?"
"Not if you don't drink several bottles. We'll split one."
Thinking about it some more, Thrax finally nodded, "Just one split bottle."
"Comin' right up." Riley sauntered into the kitchen.
Thrax laid his head back and closed his eyes, still thinking. He wondered if Elaine would get really mad when he came home late after school. Hamilton would be pissed, no doubt. It was 100% guaranteed Thrax would get the whip tonight, if not tomorrow if he stayed the night. Either way, he'd be brandishing new scars in the future. Not that it was any different from now.
His thoughts were interrupted when Riley came in, holding two fancy-looking glasses, and a glass bottle of semi-transparent light green liquid. "I take it you've never had Insulin Shots before?" She asked, setting the drink and bottle on the coffee table.
Thrax opened his eyes and sat up. "It's too light of a drink to have in the house, if ya know what I mean."
Riley nodded, understanding. She only knew that Thrax's step-father was a drunkard; she didn't know about the abuse. Thrax made an unspoken promise to himself to never reveal his abuse to anyone; only close friends, if he had any. Riley, she had a bit of a big mouth, and might accidentally tell it to one of her friends. Worse still, Herman might overhear, and would tell the whole school. No, it was better to not tell Riley.
Riley poured two glasses of the drink, and handed one to Thrax. "Here's to you beating Ebola." She smiled. "Red Death is the top virus of the school."
"I'll drink to that." Thrax clinked his glass against hers and took a drink. It was a sweet drink with a sharp aftertaste. He decided he liked it.
"Be careful," Riley cautioned, taking a sip of her drink. "If you drink too fast, you might end up with hiccups."
"Duly noted." Thrax nodded.
As they drank the whole bottle together, they talked about school, about different stories they heard of viruses, and other things. Eventually though, Thrax found himself laying back on the loveseat, making out, with Riley, who was on top of him, straddling his waist with her knees.
The rest was a blur.
A/N I finally decided to write a story on Thrax's childhood. I'll also continue through "Almira's Story", showing his POV on meeting Almira. I don't own Thrax; he belongs to Warner Bros. I DO own his surname, his family, and other characters you don't recognize from Osmosis Jones.
DNAngelFangirl: Thanks :D
Thank you :)
Princess LaLaBlue: Yeah, she is :3 He IS the best :D
I will ;)
LaMuerteRoja: He DOES need a hug, though I doubt he'll admit it XD...well, maybe eventually :)