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Poison	By : BlackGargie Category: M through R > Osmosis Jones Views: 8053 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:
Now that we�ve established Ozzie and Thrax�s
relationship (sorta), let�s get a move on and carry
on with the story, shall we?

Disclaimer:
I do not own Osmosis Jones and whatever characters that is in it. But I wish I
could own the pairings� T_T

POISON
�� Being in cat city wasn�t as bad as
in rat city, but the inhabitants there were much more cautious and a little
smarter than those in dog city. They were met with suspicion at first, and were
directed straight to the brain centre to be questioned by the mayor there, but
lucky for them, most stray cats carry rabies and the person who ran cat city
was from the Rabies family, which probably was the right decision for Klepta to leave since Klepta was
known for going solo. Knowing that Thrax was a fellow
virus, Luka�the Rabies virus�allowed him and Ozzie to stay as long as they
liked.
�� The price of letting Ozzie keep Kiaran as a pet didn�t come cheap. As soon as they were
escorted to one of Luka�s guesthouse, Ozzie was first asked to blow him and was
made to drink in every last drop of the virus� cum,
which, to Ozzie�s surprise, was rather warm and bittersweet to the taste. Then
the next day, he was forced to have a dildo shoved up his ass and the familiar
double vibrators tied and sandwiched around his cock. Both toys were turned on
and vibrated in different levels in intervals, depending on Thrax�s
control over the remote, and poor Ozzie was made to do his usual chores with
those things on him, forbidden to take them off or try to pleasure himself
without his express permission. It wasn�t easy doing the washing, making the
virus� meals, helping the virus bathe and the like with the double assault of
the toys on both sides, and he barely made it by the end of the day before he
was reduced to a horny, aroused mess as he fell to the floor in a fetal
position, begging and gasping in his tears for mercy, pleasing his Master to
let him have his release. Thrax, of course, smiled in
his devilish ways and made him grovel for a while before taking off the toys
and replaced them with the cell�s much needed cock and hand, thrusting and
pumping him until Ozzie was literally screaming his completion until his voice
was hoarse.
�� I�ve decided on my next target,� Thrax announced after staying in cat city for a day and a
half. Ozzie, who was grooming Kiaran, looked up,
curious.
�� So soon, Master?�
�� You�re not expecting to stay in cat
city forever, are you?� Thrax asked as he ran his
fingers through his dreads.
�� Well, not really�� Ozzie replied
timidly. �I mean, it�s pretty alright settling down in cat city or dog city
without having to worry about skulking around afraid that people might stake us
or something for being a dangerous virus or something, though I don�t exactly
fancy rat city��
�� Have you forgotten who I am, Jones?
I�m Red Death who made it into the medical books. I go around spreading death,
destruction and fear. I�m not about to stay put and act dormant like some silly
volcano sleeping away when it�s supposed to be erupting. I am terror
personified, and I�m going to make mankind remember me till kingdom come.�
�� Yes, Master. I understand,� Ozzie
sighed quietly enough not for the virus to hear. To ask Thrax
to stay permanently in a city without causing a ruckus was like asking an
amputee city to grow a brand new limb on the affected area; it�ll be too good
to be true.
�� I�ve decided to cause a bit of a
panic on a bigger scale this time,� Thrax continued
his plan. �I want the medical books to rank me even higher on the danger level,
probably equivalent or higher than the deadly viruses that have existed so far.
I plan to send an entire place in lockdown and its people in total fear and
paranoia.�
�� How�re you gonna
do that?�
�� Simple. By taking down the head
honcho of a village, or maybe even a small town, if we�re lucky.�
�� But�But if you cause a whole town
to panic and go into quarantine mode, how�re we gonna
get out?�
�� Big Daddy Thrax
will find a way. Don�t you worry your tail-cell off, baby.
We�ll be alright.�
�� Ozzie looked down, still worried. He
had seen and heard about cases outside of Frank where viruses tried to make it
big in the viral scale, only to end up defeated due to quarantines and new
vaccines or antidotes created while they were trapped in an environment where
victims were limited and elimination was inevitable. What if they couldn�t make
it out in time before the quarantine came in? What if they ended up in a really
tough city and didn�t succeed in killing it? What then? Thrax
noticed the look on the cell�s face and took his chin.
�� Do you trust me?�
�� Yes, Master,� Ozzie replied
half-heartedly.
�� Not convincing enough,� Thrax gave an unsatisfied tone and repeated word by word,
�Do � you � trust � me?�
�� Ozzie stared into Thrax�s eyes and saw the same pleading emotion for a split
second, just like the day Thrax asked him the same
question when he was about to abort Finn�s spawn. Ozzie sighed.
�� You are my Master. I trust you.�
�� Good boy.�
�� With that, he gave the cell a deep,
passionate kiss on the lips before getting up to leave. Ozzie looked up at Thrax questioningly, his face still a little flushed from
the kiss.
�� Wh�Where�Where
are you going, Master?�
�� To see Luka.
I need to discuss some things with her.�
�� Shouldn�t I come along?�
�� No. You stay put, baby. You just
look after that mutt of yours. This is something I wanna
do alone.�
�� Giving a last peck on the cell�s
forehead, Thrax left, leaving Ozzie wondering what
was that all about.
--:--
�� Ozzie was woken up roughly around
dawn by his Master�s incessant shaking.
�� Huh�?? Hm�Wh�What�?�
Ozzie mumbled groggily as he tried to get his mind in focus.
�� Get up, Jones,� Thrax
ordered as he put on his trench-coat. �We�re leaving.�
�� To where?�
Ozzie quickly got off bed and got dressed in his clothes while picking Kiaran up at the same time.
�� Out next city.
We�ve found the best candidate.�
�� After making sure he brought along
the other clothes Thrax gave him (the gothic-lolita dress included), Ozzie quickly followed behind the
virus. There was a limo already waiting outside the guesthouse that took them
straight to the bladder express. Bidding goodbye to Luka who drove and escorted
them personally, they took the express as quickly as they could and were peed
out onto the grass of a park before the cat was shooed away by the park janitor,
in which the duo latched onto his clothes for a while before entering the body.
�� The park janitor was quite old with
its inhabitants inside the body already prepared for the day the body would
fail on them, and being not exactly very keen on body hygiene despite being a
cleaner of parks was not really helping the city�s wellbeing at all, so for Thrax, he didn�t even need to break a sweat infiltrating
the brain centre and killing the body. The only setback was that the park
janitor lived alone, so it took about almost a week before the stench attracted
the public to notice that they had a dead body in the neighbourhood.
�� But that wasn�t the best candidate Thrax had meant.
�� According to the address on the
envelopes of the bills from the park janitor�s mail, they were directly in a
small village somewhere within the City of Newcastle, Western County of
Wyoming, and they were waiting for the head of the village to arrive and take
care of the body they killed. Unbeknownst to Ozzie, Thrax
had Luka manually control the cat so that they could drop them off at the
nearest small town after telling her of his plans. Luka wasn�t exactly willing
to do so at first because she had ambitions of big scale infections herself,
but after Thrax presented her with a priceless
cellular diamond necklace he swiped from the brain centre jewelry museum while
he was in Gregory Metropolis, she balked to Thrax�s
request, claiming she�ll do this �just this once�.
�� Throughout their journey from the
bar in Buffalo where Thrax killed Gregory all the way
to Wyoming, Thrax had not once allowed Ozzie to
follow him anywhere, not even to the mayor�s office as he monitored Luka�s
progress, making the cell stay where he was or just hang out around the area
with Kiaran or do his chores. Ozzie had not dared to
ask or question his whereabouts for fear of a scolding or a punishment, but in
truth, Thrax did not want him around because he
didn�t want him to know he gave an expensive present to a woman that was
technically and originally meant for his pet. Ozzie may not dare to voice out
his jealousy (if he had any) about it if he had found out, but somehow,
surprisingly even to Thrax, the guilty bug would send
a painful pang to his heart whenever Ozzie looked at him with his quiet
questioning eyes about where he had been or what he had done for the day, and
his mind immediately thought of Luka who had demanded a price for her services,
and thought that Ozzie was better off left in the dark about the deal.
�� Anyway, as soon as the park
janitor�s death was made known, the village head, known to everyone as Jackson,
showed up and made the immediate arrangements required. Being a small village,
the awareness of the existence of the Red Death was not yet made to the
townsfolk, but since police investigations revealed no foul play, they were
rest assured that the park janitor�s death was of natural causes, which gave
many obvious conclusions for them like heart attack, simple cardiac arrest,
stroke or old age; any ailment that could befall on a
more-than-half-a-century-old man. Still, they would require a full autopsy
report on the cause of death just to give the next of kin, who lived somewhere
off the States, a peace of mind, and the best way to get it was to send it to
the morgue at the nearest big city. The report was predicted to be complete in
about 3 days top or more, giving Thrax his first
deadline after so many weeks of taking his sweet time in the last few cities
since Frank.
�� Thanks to the townsfolk�s ignorance,
Jackson did not really take much precaution in manhandling the park janitor�s
body. Thrax and Ozzie quickly leapt onto Jackson�s
hand when he helped the medics to carry the body onto the stretcher and into
the body bag. Jackson unconsciously scratched an itch on his nose before he
washed his hands after moving the body and that gave the duo a chance to slip
into the body undetected, avoiding the immunity cells on patrol there and
sneaking into the city using a car that belonged to one of the workers in the
nasal dam who, lucky for them, didn�t have the decency to take out the keys
from the ignition.
�� Jackson County was in an equal
comparison with Gregory Metropolis, with its usual hustle-bustle of an
averagely healthy city. Thrax would have to, again,
plan carefully how to infiltrate the brain centre without attracting too much
attention, and get it done within 3 days.
�� As usual, Ozzie became a recruiting
accessory for Thrax. After snooping around in the
city, the duo found out that Jackson had a mass amount of freckles about his
skin, and when there are freckles, there are melanin cells who are considered a
high-class aristocrat society because they are the ones who decide the fair and
darkness of the city�s skin and considered a sort of pioneers for preventing
albinism. And when there are high-class aristocrats, there was bound to be
certain functions held by the eccentrics, one of them being a sort of liaison
function to promote friendship between cells, germs and bacteria-s who have
made peace with the city and lived out their lives as honest citizens of Jackson,
and that was exactly the kind of function held by the Pheomelanin
family who specializes in the lip area in which Ozzie needed to infiltrate and
look for recruits.
�� The theme of the function was
costume party, so Ozzie�s little gothic-lolita outfit
came to good use. Disguised again as Ozma Lymphocyte,
he went to the party, using his charms at the ushers to let him in without an
invitation card (claiming that he lost it after a late night romping). Inside, it
looked almost like those magnificently extravagant ballrooms he used to see in
the movies whenever Frank had one of those once-in-a-blue-moon medieval fantasy
dreams from his subconscious mind after watching movies of such genres. The people
there were dressed smartly in the nines in costumes of their choice, from
superheroes to medieval characters to fantasy outfits and the like, and no one
seemed to bat too much of an eyelid seeing Ozzie in his gothic-lolita dress, which was a bit of a comfort to him because
he was getting a little sick of being the centre of attraction all the time. As
he looked around searching for any potential recruits, he failed to notice
someone incoming in front of him and accidentally bumped into him.
�� Oh, excuse me, miss,� the person
Ozzie bumped into apologized first.
�� No, no, it�s my fault,� Ozzie
replied using a woman�s pitch as best as he could, momentarily forgetting the Golden Rule from his Master of keeping his
mouth shut. �I should�ve��
�� Ozzie�s words stopped short when he
looked up to see the person he had bumped. The red and yellow complexion, the
big red cross on a bulky chest plate, the huge heavy hand cannon, the gel-cap
head, the smart English accent�there was no doubt about. He�d recognize the
features anywhere.
�� But�But how�? Ozzie thought in bewilderment. Why?
What the heck is he doing here?! How�?!
�� Did I hurt you in anyway, miss?�
the person asked in concern. Ozzie felt almost relieved that he didn�t
recognize him. �I�ve been known to cause a few lesions on people because of my
built��
�� Ozzie backed away before the person
could put his hand on his shoulder, his eyes in total disbelief and shock. How did he survive�?! Silent frantic
questions filled his mind as he continued to avoid the person�s advances. Frank is dead! He was supposed to be waiting
for me there the last I saw him! He�s should�ve died along with the Chief, with
Leah�with Frank! How did he get into this body�?
�� Are you sure you�re alright, miss?� the person continued to probe, genuinely worried of
the way Ozzie was looking at him.
�� No,
Ozzie thought. I can�t let him know
who I am! I can�t let him see me like this right now, definitely not with Thrax even! I gotta split!
�� Is there something the matter?� a melanin
cell approached them, possibly someone from the Pheomelanin
family.
�� Nothing, Mr. Pheo. It�s just that I accidentally�huh? Where did
she go?� the person�s voice trailed off when he saw Ozzie no longer standing in
front of him.
�� What�s this I hear?� the cell
called Mr. Pheo smiled mischievously. �Did you just
say �she�? Could this be true: out dear little sourpuss cold pill bodyguard
here is actually seeing a girl? This calls
for a celebration!�
�� While the so-called cold pill
spouted a string of denials, Ozzie was away from eyeshot, blending into the
crowd as he escaped from the function. Quickly, he met up with Thrax who was waiting at a nearby high-class bar. The virus
was genuinely surprised to see his pet empty-handed, and needless to say he
wasn�t exactly the happiest person in the world. He got up and took the cell by
the hand harshly before dragging him into one of the cubicles in the men�s
room, locking the door behind him.
�� Where is the cavalry, Jones?� Thrax demanded, taking hold of Ozzie�s shoulders and shook
him a little.
�� Ozzie couldn�t answer, still unable
to get over the shock of seeing someone whom he thought was supposed to be six
feet under, or in this case, in flames and ashes.
�� What�s wrong, baby?� Thrax noticed the look on Ozzie�s face and softened his
tone a little. �You look like you�ve just seen a ghost.�
�� I�I did�I�I��
�� It took all of Ozzie�s willpower to
say what he wanted to say without feeling stupid and scared shitless.
�� I saw Drix.�

A/N:
Whew! I really needed to brush up on my Biology for this one. I used to major
in Science in high school and Biology fascinated me more than other science
subjects, probably the only reason why I could actually understand the movie
and its medical and biology terms used in their dialogues. Well then, that was
a shocking twist of events! Didn�t think I�d add in Drix,
but I feel he had to come back. No good Osmosis Jones fic
is complete without that silly cold pill around. LOL! Alright, while you�re
wondering all the 5W1H of Drix�s existence in Jackson
County, reviews very appreciated, plz!
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