Sharia held her head, hissing as it flared in pain. Leaving her apartment hadn't been the smartest idea she ever had. She sighed, wondering along the dark streets of Frank. Turning a corner, she noticed a small germ walking, its tail dragging on the ground. Feeling sympathy for it, she walked forward.
"Are you ok?" She asked quietly. The germ turned and glowered at her with cold, steel grey eyes. The germ, which was obviously male, twitched his tail in threateningly.
"Why are you askin' me?" He asked. His voice was like a child's except with a menacing growl to it. "After all, you're just one of those bloody white blood cells that give me and my mates a prison sentence." He walked away, unaware of Sharia's change in appearance. Her eyes had turned from a soft violet to a bright green and her skin had darkened to nearly black.
"I'm not a white blood cell," The virus Sharia growled. "I'm something completely different." She leapt forward, her right hand clutching the germs throat, squeezing it until the germ turned a startling orange from lack of breath. Laughing, she raised her left hand, revealing a long claw that was already glowing a malicious toxic green. "See this," She chuckled. "I've used this to impale several of your kind. You won't be an exception." In one swift movement, what used to be the germs midriff was now a bubbling pit which spat small pieces of a bright green substance. The germ screamed, the piercing noise sounding like music to the half-virus, half-white blood cell. She smirked, pulling her gore stained claw from the germ, watching it as it writhed in agony. Licking the filth off her claw, she carried on walking down the street, enjoying being let loose after so much time inside the deepest corner of Sharia's brain. A sudden wave of nausea over took her and once again, the purple skinned Sharia was in control of herself once again.
She sighed, knowing that she might have to kill herself since her virus side had been going wild lately. She walked around another corner only to bump into a tall person wearing a black trench coat. She looked at him through her hair and saw Thrax standing there, his eyes empty. Since her days on the street had been rough, her clothes were grubby and hardly recognisable. The tall red skinned virus looked down at her, seeing that it was just a homeless white blood cell. He growled and shoved past her, not seeing the relief on her face as he walked by. Sharia breathed out a sigh of relief and carried on walking, this time increasing her pace to reach her appointed destination quicker. Once she had arrived, she leaned against a wall, waiting. As a lone figure walked into the alley, she dipped her head, nodding at the person.
"Have you got the item?" She asked. The figure nodded, already knowing not to get on her bad side. "Good. Now, I'll give you your payment as soon as it is handed over." The small, quiet person handed her a long tube contained a luminous liquid. Sharia inspected it and nodded, pleased at the quality. Digging into her pocket, she gave the person a large handful of money. "Now go get yourself something to eat and get a good life." The person looked at their hands, eyes wide, before nodding and hurrying off down the alley. Unstopping the tube, Sharia poured some of the liquid onto her hand, rolling it around until it was nearly solid. Holding it between her finger and thumb, she stared at it, wondering whether to do what she had been intending to do. Raising her hand to her mouth, she quickly gulped the small liquid/solid green thing down, feeling it take instant effect as a wave of drowsiness fell over her. She smiled and sank to the floor, letting the inevitable oblivion drag her into its folds. Before she completely blacked out, she saw a tall figure pass the alley, clutching a chain in their right hand...
Osmosis Jones leaned back in his chair, reading a file about how Sharia was missing. He beetled his brow, seeing the picture of what seemed to be a puddle of germ which was a bright toxic green colour. Standing up, he strolled over to Drix, showing the picture to him.
"What do you think, Drips?" He asked.
"For the last time Osmosis, it's Drix," The cold pill sighed. "I don't like the look of it. It looks too much like what Thrax did when he first came." He looked closely at the picture, noticing the buildings around the area and looking at the drops of liquid that were on the ground leading towards the dark alley way behind the puddle. A yell from the Chiefs office caught their attention.
"OSMOSIS, DRIX! IN MY OFFICE NOW!" Was all they heard. Ozzy sighed and plastered a fake smile on his face while inside he felt nerves gnaw at his nucleus. When he walked into the office, he ducked quickly as a pile of paper was thrown out of the door.
"What up, Chief?" He asked, his fake grin still in place. The chief looked at him from under black eyebrows, wondering whether or not to tell him about a new virus in the body.
"Jones," He began. "I'm lead to believe we have a new virus in Frank. And by the looks of it, a pretty damn dangerous one." Ozzy's good feeling slowly faded into pieces as he listened to the chief. His jaw dropped when he heard about a new virus. He let loose a long line of expletives and stalked out of the office, already planning where he might meet the virus. He looked at the picture with the puddle and nodded, memorising the buildings and where the trail led. He strode out of the police station, a purpose in his stride. As he walked over to his car, he noticed a small dark figure in the air in the distance. He smiled, knowing that Thrax was still looking.
The city fell away from beneath him as he rose into the air, rising on a thermal. Scanning the city with his piercing yellow eyes, he searched all the dark alleyways from the sky before landing in one of them. He looked around him, his claws at the ready in case he should run into any trouble. Striding along the alleyway, Thrax noticed a pool of toxic green liquid. He crouched down and looked at it, scanning it for any signs. Noticing the trail that led away from it, he followed, hoping it would lead him somewhere. He took a short cut through an alley and bumped into a white blood cell as he went round the corner. Seeing that it wasn't Sharia, (which it was) he growled and shoved past. After many an hour of searching, he turned back and walked past an alley with a sleeping body inside it.
"Where are you baby?" He murmured under his breath as he looked about. "You sure know how to hide." He began to pace, his footsteps silent. Turning his head, he heard laughter from the alley next to him. Stalking forward, he walked into the narrow alley, noticing some germs crowded around the sleeping person.
"Look at that beauty," One of them whistled. "Don't know how she got here."
"Yeah," Another one replied. "She should be in like, a fashion show or somethin'."
"Or she should be a beauty queen," The first one said. "She could certainly dazzle even the most toughest of the viruses." Thrax grinned at this, already knowing that he had a love.
"What beauty are ya'll talking about?" He asked, an eyebrow raised as he leaned against the wall. The germs turned and they both took a step back at seeing the tall, red skinned figure glaring down at them. As they parted, he felt as if he had been hit in the stomach as he saw Sharia lying against the wall, her head lolling forward. Without reacting, he whistled. "She is quite a beauty, ain't she?" He said. "Well now. You all better be going." He walked over to Sharia, making it look as if he was inspecting her. The germs didn't move. Instead, they walked forward, cracking their knuckles.
"Hey," The first one growled. "She's ours. We found her first." Without looking, Thrax grabbed the germs throat and held him against the wall, still gazing at Sharia.
"Actually," He growled, turning to face the terrified germ. "I do believe she is mine." Throwing the germ away, he picked the sleeping body up, striding out the alley way. Seeing a parked car, he quickly got into it, doing the same as he did to most of his hijacked vehicles. As he shot forward, he grinned to himself, glad that he had found her after so long. A low chuckle filled the car as he thought about what he had said only a few days ago. 'I would always catch you in the end.' Drifted through his head as he reflected at how he had acted. Pulling into the garage of his new home, he got out, carefully caring Sharia up the stairs and into his room where he lay her on his bed. Then he waited, like he had so many times...
When Sharia finally awoke, she looked at her opulent surroundings and frowned. She swore she had been in an alleyway when she fell unconscious. Looking to her right, she saw Thrax looking down at his lap, obviously reading a book. Gasping slightly as the liquid inside her woke her up properly, she noticed that the dark colour around his eyes was even darker than she remembered, a result of him searching for her endlessly. He looked out the corner of his eyes as he saw movement and immediately put down his book, scooping Sharia into his arms.
"Welcome home, baby..."