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: XD

LaMuerteRoja: We all wish that. But don't worry about him ;)

Princess LaLaBlue: Oh yeah :D

VERY good job. I agree; just can't imagine Thrax with any other voice.

Chapter 11

For the next several days, Thrax was mentored under the tutelage of the bacterium. He never told Thrax his name, saying he only did so to students he trusted. And although he was teaching the young virus, and he knew he was going to kill Jason any day, he did not exactly trust him. Thrax didn't really care. He knew he wasn't to be trusted.

Each day, Thrax had to run laps around the bacterium's—who he had to call Sensei—school ten times, and then do twenty push-ups, and finally, Sensei taught him some moves involving various kicks and punches. At first, like any other person just starting the lessons, Thrax complained and groaned about his sore body later. But Sensei only told him not to complain and just do what he told him to do.

Eventually, Thrax got used to the work, and was able to do them with only minimal soreness. And as a result, he gained a more muscular figure, although he still had a thin waist and long legs. He learned the basic martial arts kicks and punches, and as such, was ready to take on anyone.

Soon, he had stayed several months in Jason; he turned eighteen years old during his stay. He occasionally found time to give him sore throats and stuffy noses, still passing as a common cold. But soon came the day that he would make his first human kill.

Instead of going to Sensei's school, Thrax made his way to the brain. He didn't feel guilty about not going to the school; he had decided that he didn't need anymore schooling. He knew the basic kicks and punches, and was in pretty good shape, so that was good enough for him.

When he got there, he realized that the brain was well-guarded by Immunity cells, as it was one of the days Jason didn't pig out or drink. "Spit," Thrax groaned from behind a dumpster. "I'm gonna have to think of somethin'." Then he got an idea. Staying in the shadows, he snuck around the Immunity guards to the entrance to under the building. He found the underside of the elevator. He grabbed the underside of it, making sure his claws stuck in good, and waited. Soon, the elevator rose up, taking Thrax with it. Through the clear elevator shaft, he could see all across Jason.

Once the elevator stopped, listening for the footsteps to fade away, still holding on with his right hand, Thrax stuck his glowing burner claw into the floor of the elevator and cut out a circle big enough for him to fit through. He pushed the circle out and climbed into the elevator, barely making it out before the doors closed. Once he was out, he started walking around, searching for the hypothalamus chamber. He soon realized that the brain of a human was much bigger than that of a mouse or rat, and had more rooms. He soon got lost.

Cursing his bad luck, he spotted a female brain cell looking through some documents. A serpent-like grin grew on his lips. He approached her from behind and asked, "Pardon me, baby, but I'm new here. Where would I find the hypothalamus chamber?"

"Go down five hallways, take a left, and keep going until you hit a wall." She said, not looking from her documents. "Go right, and you should see a large purple door indicating the hypothalamus chamber. You can't miss it."

"Thank you," He grinned, grabbing her shoulder. She gasped in surprise and dropped her papers. "Thank you very much, baby." He whispered in her ear, slitting her throat. Humming, he flicked the blood off of his claw and began sauntering in the directions the cell "gave" him.

In twenty minutes, he found the hypothalamus chamber. He had been delayed when he ran into several cells. But it was nothing his trusty burner claw couldn't handle. Soon, he found the door. He stared at it, tapping his claw to his chin, wondering how to make an entrance, as he was a sucker for such. Eventually, he decided to slice through it with his burner claw.

When he did, he found a few brain cell scientists working, checking that the temperature of the body stayed at a constant 98.6, and other things. He also saw his goal: the hypothalamus chamber.

The scientists stared at the virus with wide, horror-filled eyes. They had never seen anything like him. When they were still frozen with fear, Thrax did away with them quickly, using his claw; he decided to not use it to heat, as it would be a good idea to not waste his energy. He needed it to get the hypothalamus bead.

Once the cells had been reduced to piles of membranes and plasma—the blood of cells—Thrax stared up at the tall chamber for several seconds. Finally, lighting up his burner claw, he shoved it through the protoplasm. In a couple of seconds, there was a small explosion. When the bright light disappeared, there was a hole in the protoplasm. Thrax tried to grab the bead a couple of times, but missed. Remembering to be patient, he held his claws up like a cobra ready to strike. When the purple bead passed by, quick as a flash, he grabbed it in his claws. He grinned as he placed it in his chain. His first human victim!

His victory was short-lived, however; he remembered he had to get out as quick as possible. That was not only because the Immunity would eventually find him; the body temperature was rising, and would eventually reach 108 degrees, killing the body and anything and anyone inside. Red Death viruses included.

Thrax wrapped his chain around his wrist tighter so it wouldn't slip out, and ran out of the room. He followed the dead bodies he left in the hallways like a trail of bread crumbs, but eventually came upon several guard cells blocking his path. "Halt!" One yelled as they all aimed their guns at him. "You are trespassing! Surrender at once!"

Thrax smirked and rolled his eyes. Don't they ever learn? That never does any good. With a wink, he ran to his right towards a window. He jumped through the flexible glass and fell towards the ground. He spread his coat, which nearly stopped his fall, and glided to the ground below like a leaf.

Once he stood up, he immediately began scanning the area for a car. His golden yellow and green eyes spotted an old one on the side of the road. He ran to it and got right in. Taking the wheel in his right hand, he shoved his glowing burner claw into the ignition. The car turned into an orange and dark orange racecar-esq car. He sped down the road to the throat. He looked in the side view mirror at loud sirens. Immunity was after him.

Thrax leaned his head back in his chair, rolling his eyes. "Whoo, boy." He sighed. "The virus life ain't easy." He shrugged this off as he planted his foot on the gas, speeding ahead, leaving the Immunity cars in both dust and flames. Thrax leaned his head out the window and laughed loudly.

Soon, he made it to the throat. He jumped out of the car, letting it crash and light up in flames. Then, scratching his burner claw along the throat, he jumped off of the tongue, spread his wings, and rode out of Jason when he coughed. Looking briefly over his shoulder, he saw the man lying on the couch, coughing up a storm. He had a wet washcloth on his forehead and medicine for coughs and sneezes on a nearby coffee table. "That ain't gonna help ya, baby," Thrax grinned. "Yer history."

A/N This is kinda fast-paced, so forgive me. Plus, I'm gonna time-jump a few years in the next chapter. But it'll be worth it; trust me ;)

Thrax's first kill :D Just one of the many beads he'll obtain (truth be told, I have NO idea how many beads he had in OJ)

I think everyone's gonna like the next chapter.