|Hanging By a Chain
Author: A'isha Ishtar PM
It didn't matter that she was younger than he was, that she was a liability. She was his damn sister, and she was all he had left. Then suddenly, he has nothing... nothing but one last, little piece of her. Horribly diluted, but still good. So good.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Drama - Thrax - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,775 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-19-12 - Published: 12-12-11 - id: 7630141
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Explanation...? Umm, sorry, I don't think I know that word. XD
I had written something like this a LOOOOONG time ago, but it kind of sucked so I wanted to redo it. This is the prologue, and the actual story - as in, Thrax and his sister - will begin next chapter. Kay kay? :D
Hope you guys like!
"Uncle Thrax! Uncle Thrax...?"
The weak, sweet-looking little virus came bounding into the room, where she found the uncle in question lying on the couch. Sleeping, as usual. It seemed like that was all he ever did anymore. He'd never shown her how to take over a body right, like he'd promised. He told her he just needed to rest a while, incubate for a bit, but he should be well rested by now. It'd been weeks!
She pouted, watching his abdomen go up and down as he breathed (and snored, but she promised herself she'd never tell him he did), and crossed her arms. "Uncle Thrax, wake up," she commanded, almost as if she expected that to actually work.
He didn't even stir, just lying there with his left arm over his stomach, wrapped tightly around his DNA chain like it was the most important thing in his life. And it was... except for her, he'd said.
She ran at him, and straddled his waist, shaking him. "UNCLE THRAX WAKE UP ALREADY!" she screamed, practically lifting him up off the couch every time she shook him.
And all at once, he jolted awake. He flailed his arms, but when he realized it was her he just scowled, gave her a gentle shove, and picked her off him. "Scar, baby, what do you think you doin', exactly?" he grumbled, setting her on the floor and sitting up to stretch out.
She stuck out her bottom lip at him. "You weren't awake so I had to wake you up. I did a good job, huh?"
He shook his head, before cracking his neck. "Baby, I don't know what's wrong in that pretty l'il nucleus of yours, but I hope we figure it out fast." He swept her up into his lap and traced her cheek with his infectious claw, though it wasn't activated... not that he hadn't taught the girl what to do if someone came at her. Then he rested head head on top of hers. "Now, what you want, baby girl?"
Scar held onto him tightly, playing with his trench coat. "You said the Immunity Patrol ain't gonna catch us, right, Uncle Thrax?"
"Of course, baby girl. We hid away real good." He ran a hand through her thick black hair; it had come out of the dreadlocks he'd styled it in. He'd have to do them again later. "Now, what would make you ask somethin' like that, hmm?"
She puckered her lips, then laid against him, her head flush against his chest and her eyes closing up halfway. "I was just... thinkin' about my mama again."
Thrax sighed, and slid his palm up and down his niece's back. So there was that ugly memory; it was bound to rear its head sooner or later, for the millionth or so time. "I know, baby girl, I know. I miss her too."
"You told me she was good. She learned from you, and you the best. How come she got found if she was so good?"
"Aw, baby, now..." He held her closer, shutting his eyes as well. "That was all my fault, you know. You remember, right? How I caused all that trouble for your mama?"
"I dunno, Uncle Thrax." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Will you tell me about that time again?"
He chuckled, and it was a nice, rumbling, warm feeling enveloping Scar's entire little body. "Alright, alright, one more time. But only for you, baby girl - only for you." He laid back as he had been, his head on the arm of the couch and his niece spread out over him. "Let's see, where was I?"
"You left that guy Frank's body," Scar piped up. "And you were on his daughter's eye, and you were gonna go into her and take her down in twenty-four hours 'cause you already took down Frank in forty-eight hours." She put special emphasis on the records.
"And I woulda really done it too, if someone hadn'ta gotten wise."
Scar bit her lip in anticipation. "Who got wise, Uncle Thrax?"
"That bastard Immunity cop... Jones." Thrax flipped back his own dreads before continuing. "So there we both were, having this huge fight on the girl's eye. My good hand..." He held up his left claw for emphasis. "Got iced, so I was tryin' to figure out some way to get it, you know... un-iced. There we were, I was goin' blow-for-blow with Jones. Then, bam! - one more hit, and that ice shattered like a bitch, baby."
Scar snuggled deeper into Thrax's chest. "Then what happened, Uncle Thrax?"
"You know what happened, baby." He stroked his long, infectious, non-glowing claw down her back, over and over. "Almost had him strangled, with my sexy little DNA chain here." He draped it loosely across her neck, not tying it but just letting it sit there. "Then she blinked. And we were on the eyelash. I almost had him, with my fire..."
Scar nodded against her uncle, clutching onto his coat. "But it was a falsie, wasn't it, Uncle Thrax?"
"That's right, baby. And my claw got stuck, and just as the falsie was comin' unattached too. And baby, I fell hard."
"Where'd you fall?"
"Aw now, you remember that, baby." His hand drifted lazily over her hair, thick and black, just like her mother's. He was still trying to commit that to memory, that he had to redo her dreads again. "Fell into that alcohol, right?"
Scar pouted again. "Yeah. That ain't fair, Uncle Thrax."
"I know it ain't fair, baby, but that's how it is sometimes. Not everything is always fair." He closed his eyes, then took a deep breath. "Just barely crawled out in time, not that Jones would have seen anyway. Too busy gettin' that bead back to the hypothalamus and celebratin'. I was just lyin' there, in a lotta pain, you know. Then this nurse... came over to clean up the alcohol and all. So I got stuck on her finger, then I got into her mouth. I couldn't crawl too far by then, but the patrol in her mouth wasn't that strict anyway. That's when your mama found me."
If it was possible, Scar buried herself even deeper into him. "That was the first time in a long time you seen her, wasn't it?"
"Years, baby... years." He didn't elaborate, his voice sounding low and melancholy, just stroking over his niece's hair.
Scar looked back up at him again, noticing that he suddenly looked tired and just... older than he really was. She settled back into him and shifted her head. "Uncle Thrax, will you tell me the whole story of you and Mama? From the beginning to the end?"
"You know about the end, baby." He pulled her closer and took a breath. "But I guess I can tell you anyway. Now, where do I start? Hmm, I guess it would have to really start about fifteen years ago..."
Yay! Well, actually, not yay when you really find out the story... but hey, you'll see that later.
Hmmmmm... drop a review if you want! Let me know how it is so far! 'Cause that keep-a me goin'. XD
Thanks for reading!