(Ok, I know. The last chapter? SUCKED. But I'm making up for that right now, kk?)

Malaria was not one who enjoyed to be pitied. In fact, she loathed it. Since she young, she had been living on her own. Yes, she had her father, who provided her with shelter and clothes, but Malaria herself had worked various jobs along the body for extra cash. She had always walked alone, and yet she continued to wonder why she had let her guard down around Thrax. She hardly even knew him!

But what other choice did she have?

She couldn't help but feel secure when she held his arm and strolled out of the FPD Station. She was smiling and blushing slightly, but to her relief not enough for Thrax to take notice. Suddenly, a beeping sound interrupted her thoughts. Malaria let go of Thrax as he pulled out a cellular walkie-talkie from underneath his trench coat. "Yo, Jones, talk to me baby!" he said. The so called 'Jones' replied in an angry tone, "Don't call me 'baby'! What am I, your girlfriend?" Malaria laughed, but her voice did not fall on deaf ears. "Hey, who's with you?" he asked over the speaker. Thrax chuckled, "That's for me to know, and you to find out later. Now get to the point, will you?"


The roar of sound caused Malaria to jump a little, her red clotty hair bouncing along with her delicately long eyelashes. At the sound of her gasp, Thrax turned around to witness the main precinct tower coming down on top of them. Without thinking, Thrax scooped Malaria into his arms and bounded out of the way. As it hit the ground with a loud slam, she breathed, still a little shocked. Jones's voice came over the walkie-talkie again. "You okay, Thrax?!" he asked, slightly frantic. Thrax held the talkie to his mouth, still holding onto Malaria with one hand and supporting her on his knee. "Yeah, although to be Frank, I don't think the FPD building is…"

Malaria imagined Jones rolling his eyes as he spoke again, "Haha, real funny. Anyway, you've got to get downtown. Something's going down, and it ain't good." CLICK. The talkie turned off, and Thrax helped Malaria to her feet. She felt slightly dizzy, but otherwise fine. She looked up at him, eyes wide with curiosity and shock. "What's going on?" she asked. Thrax narrowed his eyes and looked up. "I'm not sure, baby." he said darkly, taking her hand as they began to pace across the parking lot, "But I can tell ya now that I'm gonna find out."

Thrax began to drive, and granted, Malaria was feeling not so safe at the moment. He was speeding faster than any other cells on the highway, with his siren blaring for everyone to hear. She barely noticed as he took an exit and pulled up to the Antibody Apartment Complex. He pulled over, exiting the car and opening her door for her.

"I don't get it… You're leaving without me?" she asked, getting out of the car.

"'Fraid I've got to, baby. Wherever trouble is, I don't want you there." he replied.

"Too bad. I'm coming with you."

"Sorry, I can't let you do that."

"But I can help you!"

"Prove it then, baby."

All her life, Malaria had learned to avoid being rash. However, this was an exception. She snaked her arms around his neck and rested her hands behind his head. She held her breath for a moment, then let it out in a sigh, looking down at her feet. "You know," she cooed, "If you need someone to persuade or read body language, I'm the girl for the job." Thrax's pulse quickened as her eyes darted up to meet his, sparkling like two brilliant rubies. His firm face fell into a mystified frown, his eyes became slightly wider. His heart beat faster as she leaned into him, her lips just inches away from his. "And that's a lot better than leaving a poor girl like me to fend for myself, isn't it? I mean, you wouldn't want me to get into any trouble now, would you?"

Thrax gulped. She was an excellent temptress.

He sighed, growling a little bit in order to suppress the sexual intentions bubbling inside his chest. "Get in." he commanded, and Malaria eagerly obeyed.