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A/N:
Agh~! Here comes the saddest yet most exciting part~!
Sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer�s block in how to solve the
situation. Now I�m good and you�re gonna have the
excitement of your life! Hold onto your horses! This is going to be a bumpy
ride, literally!

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
�� It happened, didn�t it?�
�� Ozzie coughed dryly as the last drop
of bile trickled out of his throat and spat out into the toilet bowl. Making
sure his stomach had done enough flip-flops, he slowly pushed himself up onto
his feet with the edge of the bowl to support his weight. Drix
helped him a little by carrying him by the armpits.
�� I�I dunno��
Ozzie replied hoarsely, the acidic bile leaving a burning feeling in his
throat. �Maybe��
�� Lemme
check,� Drix offered as he sat Ozzie onto the toilet
bowl after putting the lid on. He raised his shirt and examined his midsection.
Sure enough, there was a purplish-blue round blob the size of a ping-pong ball
nestled comfortably right on the spot. Ozzie could tell by the cold pill�s
facial expression upon seeing the blob that their suspicions were confirmed.
�� Spit,� Ozzie cursed. �And it had to
happen today of all days.�
�� As you can tell, it was the day of Thrax�s execution where he would be taken down to the
firing range of the army barracks where the city council, the mayor and
selected citizens of Jackson County�Mr. Pheo included�would
be there to witness the event, while the rest of the city would watch it live
through television. Ozzie was at first advised against attending the execution,
but the cell insisted on going, saying that if his Master had to go, he should
be the last person to see sending him off. The execution was scheduled roughly
an hour before Jackson�s next bowel movement, but half an hour before the
execution time when they were about to make their move to the army barracks
from home, Ozzie was seen whizzing past everybody, making a direct beeline to
the nearest bathroom and puking his guts out.
�� Well, he is a virus,� Drix stated as he gave a
glass of water to Ozzie for him to gargle the aftertaste off his mouth. �His genetics
might breed faster than when it takes about a week for a regular cell to
conceive.�
�� Ozzie sighed as he laid his hand
over his still flat belly, caressing it unconsciously. He had told Thrax that he would be glad to carry his child, but he
didn�t think it would be that soon.
�� Are you sure you want to go to the
execution now that you�re like this?� Drix asked
worriedly.
�� Watcha talkin� about?�
Ozzie replied incredulously. �Of course I do! This is something Thrax must know! He�s gotta know
that even when he�s gone, part of him is still with me, that his legacy will
live on.�
�� Legacy?� Drix eyed him warningly. �You�re not thinking of asking a
child to continue what he couldn�t finish, are you?�
�� Well, no, I wouldn�t put it that
way,� Ozzie backed away a little at the look Drix
gave him. �I just�well, I just want the kid to remember his or her father, is
all, so that Thrax would not be forgotten just like
that, and that whatever Thrax did, I want the kid to
be proud of his or her father, not ashamed.�
�� Jones, you understand that you are
putting yourself in a dangerous position, not to mention Mr. Pheo and his family will be dragged into this as well. You
are carrying a virus� spawn, and knowing Mr. Pheo, he
would go to the ends of Jackson to protect you from the advances of the army
barracks and the city council, and it�ll probably cost him and his family�s
life. Are you sure you want to go through this?�
�� I didn�t ask for Mr. Pheo�s pity,� Ozzie frowned as he got up and composed
himself, washing his face and smoothing his hair. �Yes, he gave me a job, took
me in to his home, and I�m grateful for that, but honestly speaking, I�ve never
asked for it.�
�� Jones, please reconsider. It�s a
virus� spawn we�re talking about��
�� Why do you always call me �Jones�
like some stranger?� Ozzie turned to him suddenly, glaring at him. �You only
seem to call me �Ozzie� whenever you�re sorry about me or something. How long
have we been friends, Drips? What does it take for you to call me by my first
name without making it like some sort of business transaction? And I�d
appreciate it if you don�t call the kid �a virus� spawn�. It�s a kid, not a
disease, figuratively speaking. And I don�t plan to stay here much longer
anyway, so you don�t have to worry your cherry ass about Mr. Pheo�s wellbeing.�
�� What do you mean by that?� Drix asked, surprised at Ozzie�s last statement.
�� Can we just go now?� Ozzie sighed
and straightened his collar, deliberately changing the subject. �I don�t want
Mr. Pheo suddenly poking his nose through the door
asking how I�m doing and all that spit.�
�� Drix
frowned and followed after him. Mr. Pheo, as
expected, asked about him, but Ozzie tucked his shirt in to cover his belly and
waved his concern away, smiling as casually as he could as he passed it as
nervousness over the event, still insisting on going despite Mr. Pheo advising him against it. Drix,
before Ozzie got into the car, took the cell�s shoulder whispered into his ear
persistently.
�� You�re still gonna
explain what you meant by those words later, Ozzie.�
--:--
�� The atmosphere was solemnly quiet as
everyone stood at their designated spectators� area in the firing range. Mr. Pheo, who had the front row alongside the city council, had
his hands on Ozzie�s shoulders, letting him know that he will be with him every
step of the way, while Drix stood just behind the
both of them like a bodyguard usually do. Ozzie swallowed, his heart pounding
against his chest at the impending doom that will soon befall his Master.
�� Everyone held their breath as the
handcuffed Thrax was brought out and forward to the
firing range. Ozzie almost forgot how to breathe as he saw the state his
beloved Master was in. His eyes were even more sunken in than the last time he
saw him, and his dreads were in a matted mess. His face and body was covered
with old and fresh wounds and lesions, the new ones probably because he put up
a struggle before being brought here. His killer claw was no longer encased in
the huge heavy machine, but it was still covered with the same freezing agent Drix shot him back then when they were still in Frank and
were still enemies. He was still half naked with the same black pants on, and
the cell could see that the chest and stomach area was the parts that sustained
the most injuries. He was still resisting a little when he was brought to the
center of the firing range, but as soon as he caught sight of Ozzie standing
there looking at him sadly, he stopped struggling and slouched a little,
finally accepting his fate.
�� Any last words or requests, virus,
before your execution?� the prison warden asked as he stepped up to Thrax once he was within the designated spot of the firing
range.
�� As a matter of
fact, yes. I want you to remove my handcuffs,� Thrax
replied, and when his captors gave him a warning look and the warden was in
alert mode, he rolled his eyes and sighed, �I just want to give my baby one
last hug. Is that so much for a dying man to ask, or are you backing out on
your offer?�
�� After eyeing Thrax
warily, looking to see any signs of foul play, the prison warden found none and
gave the green light for the virus� captors to undo his handcuffs. While Thrax massaged his wrists to bring the blood flow back in
his hands, the prison warden gave eye-contact to Mr. Pheo,
gesturing him to let Ozzie come up and give the virus his last request. Almost
hurriedly, the cell came up to the virus and gave him a bear hug, with Thrax reciprocating the gesture.
�� You look awful,� Ozzie whispered
bitterly, his voice choked. �What have they done to you?�
�� Not as bad as what they are going
to do to me later, baby,� Thrax replied just as
softly. �But at least it�ll be quick.�
�� Why�? Why does it have to come down
to this, Thrax? Why?�
�� I don�t know, baby. It�s just how
it is, I suppose, for a virus like me.�
�� Thrax held
him close and tilted the cell�s head so that he was looking up at him. Ozzie
knew every little gesture his beloved Master made by now. Closing his eyes and
going on tip toes, not caring about the crowd before him, he shared a deep,
passionate kiss with him, igniting a fire deep within him that he was certain
will never go out as long as he lived. He wished this moment would stand still
and last forever, but unfortunately it was just wishful thinking.
�� Alright, boys.
Time�s up.�
�� Ozzie reluctantly let go of his oral
hold on his Master�s lips at the tap of his shoulder by the prison warden. For
a second, he tiptoed again and whispered at Thrax�s
ear while putting the virus� hand secretly on his midsection.
�� I�m pregnant.�
�� Thrax
widened his eyes in shock at upon hearing that. He looked at Ozzie, trying to
see if there was any way that he was tricking him or just trying to make him
happy, but there was no trace of deceit in him. In fact, before he was pulled
away from the virus impatiently by the prison warden to taken back into Mr. Pheo�s care, Ozzie nodded, confirming his claims and had
his hand briefly caressing his still flat belly for good measure. As the
soldier cells re-cuffed Thrax, his yellow orbs never
left the cell�s black ones, but they soon softened for a split second into a
sort of resigned pride and joy knowing that at least his beloved pet will not
be alone in this world without him.
�� Ozzie reflexively felt like going
forward but was held back by Mr. Pheo as the firing
squad marched in and stood in place. He watched helplessly as the soldier cells
made Thrax stand properly on his assigned target spot
while the firing squad held their shotguns close to their hip. They wanted to
blindfold Thrax but Thrax
shook his head, refusing it because he wanted to keep Ozzie in sight until his
last breath.
�� Will it hurt him?� Ozzie whimpered,
trying to hold back his tears and be strong in front of his beloved.
�� The gun is a refined version of the
usual plasma gun cops use,� Mr. Pheo replied as
soothingly as he could. �The plasma is army barrack quality that is of nano-cellular in nature, and they act very fast to
disintegrate a person�s shot area fatally. He won�t feel a thing.�
�� Ozzie nodded, not sure whether to
feel dread because Thrax was going to die and there
was no turning back or to feel relief because Thrax
would not suffer through this.
�� The prison warden looked at his
watch and faced the crowd, announcing the dreaded sentencing.
�� By the power invested in me by the honourable mayor and the respectable city council, the
death sentence of Thrax Roja
the virus for crimes against Jackson County is nigh!�
�� Ozzie�s heart almost skipped a beat.
Roja?
Thrax Roja? That was his
full name? All his days being with the virus, he had never heard of his full
name. He almost felt thankful that the prison warden said it for he was
wondering what sort of last name he should give their child.
�� Ready�!�
�� The firing squad brought up their
shotguns to their shoulder level at the ready. Ozzie and Thrax�s
gaze locked in each other, knowing that this was it.
�� Aim�!�
�� Ozzie and Thrax
seemed to hold their breaths, their gaze never left
its hold as the firing squad aimed their shotguns at Thrax.
�� Fi��
�� A massive tremor, almost like a
Level 6 earthquake, suddenly shook the whole building, stopping the prison
warden in mid-sentence. Everyone was forced headlong to the ground or fall on
their asses over the tremors. Ozzie almost fell but was caught by Drix, possibly to instinctively save him from miscarriage.
Before they even realize what was going on or get back on their feet, another
tremor came in a split second and suddenly something that looked like a shard
pierced through the atmosphere, landing onto the prison warden and some of the
members of the firing squad, slicing them in two. The wave impact caused when
the shard slammed in forced Thrax and the soldier
cells who handcuffed him to be pushed backwards and further away, ramming
against the wall of the firing range and almost bruising his back.
�� What in the name of Jack is going
on here?!� the mayor exclaimed in the midst of the chaos.
�� I need answers, stat!� one of the
soldiers around picked up his walkie-talkie and demanded whoever was on the
other line to explain the situation, while the other remaining soldiers helped
to direct the crowd out of the firing range. The reply came in a frantic
static.
�� Jack�in
an�cident�Car�ran off�major inju�Lotsa parts�dama��
�� You�re breaking up here, soldier! What the heck is going on there?!�
�� Jack�dead�Ja�dead�!!�
�� As soon as the static concluded,
another catastrophe ensued. The shard, which later at a second glance revealed
to be glass, caused a rip through the atmosphere and as all wound occur, blood started
flowing out and along with it, the current started sucking everything within
its proximity. Some managed to make it out of the vicinity but the rest were
clinging onto dear lives not to be taken in by the strong current. Most of them
weren�t so lucky in holding on.
�� Holy spit!� Ozzie, who made it out
of the firing range with Drix and Mr. Pheo, exclaimed. �My childhood nightmare�s happening
again!�
�� We have to get out of here, Jones,�
Drix said as he escorted Ozzie and Mr. Pheo to the limo. �Jack knows when the strength of the
current would reach here. We have to get as far away from here as possible.�
�� Wait! Where�s Thrax?!
Where�s my Master??� Ozzie cried as he peeked through the entrance fence (where
the current did not reach) to see him groaning as he tried to get up. Being
behind the shard of glass, he was shielded from the strong current everyone
else was fighting against, but at the same time he was still vulnerable to the
current flowing from the other side of the shard he was shielded, and it was
picking up speed. Ozzie wanted to go in but was quickly pulled back by the cold
pill.
�� Jones, where do you think you�re
going?!� Drix exclaimed in shocked disbelief.
�� I gotta
go to Thrax! I gotta save
him!�
�� Are you out of your mind, Jones? Do
you want to get yourself killed? There�s nothing you can do! You can�t help him
anymore! We have got to get out of here!�
�� No! I�m not gonna
leave Thrax out there to die! This is my chance! I gotta save him!�
�� It�s too dangerous! You�ll be
dragged by the current and Jack knows what�s going to happen to you outside
there!�
�� I�ve been exposed to the atmosphere
longer than you got into that lab dish college of yours, and I�ve leapt into a
few bodies to boot! What makes you think I can�t take care of myself?! The
moment Thrax steps outside there, there�ll be medics
all over the place wiping Jackson down and disinfecting him and stuff, and Thrax would be taken down by them! He will die one way or
another and I am not going to let either of that happen!!�
�� You�ve got a child in you! Sober up
a little and think about it for a split second and don�t tell me you�re��
�� Let him go, Drixenol.�
�� Drix
turned to Mr. Pheo in disbelief as he stopped
struggling with Ozzie, but still holding the cell back in a death grip. The
melanin cell gave him that familiar fatherly smile when the cold pill first met
him and chuckled at Drix�s incredulous facial
expression.
�� Osmosis is right, Drixenol. This is his only chance,� Mr. Pheo
gave him the nice but firm look to stop Drix from retaliation.
�We promised Osmosis that we would do our best to help Thrax
but we didn�t fulfill that promise. Now that Jackson has indirectly given us a
second chance to fix this, to save Thrax�s life when
we could not, so why waste it? Admit it, Drixenol, you
know that deep down inside you, you believe Osmosis and Thrax
deserve each other, and the child they willingly created is your proof. If this
catastrophe is not a sign from Jackson, what is?�
�� Drix
furrowed his brow, still hesitant as he looked at Ozzie�s frantic face as the
cell looked up at him with pleading teary eyes, then at Thrax
who was struggling to fight against the current while getting to the nearest
and safest spot he could get to away from the pull of the current�kicking the
soldier cells that held him captive away in the process�and then back at Drix again.
�� If the message from the
walkie-talkie is true, then it won�t be long until we go down with him anyway.
Let Osmosis go, Drix. I know it�s hard for you to
accept this because it�s been so long since you got back a friend that you last
thought dead, but Osmosis is still his own person with his own life to live and
his own choices to make. You must respect that.�
�� Please, Drips��
Ozzie begged, squeezing the cold pill�s arm that held him. Drix�s
heart ached seeing his friend with that forlorn look.
�� If it makes you feel any better,
leave with him,� Mr. Pheo said suddenly. �I relieve
you of your bodyguard duties, Drixenol. Go with him.�
�� But�But what about you, Mr. Pheo?� Drix asked worriedly.
�� Don�t worry about me, I�ll hold
out. I know for a fact that Jackson signed up as an organ donor. We�ll just
leap into whatever good organ parts are left of Jackson to be transplanted in.
Who knows? We might meet again.�
�� But Jackson was quarantined because
of Thrax, remember? He will never be a good enough
candidate to make it even to the donor�s list because of that one medical
record.�
�� He�s right, Mr. Pheo,�
Ozzie agreed. �Come with us.�
�� Don�t be brash, Osmosis,� Mr. Pheo shook his head. �I�m not like either of you. I will
coagulate just like everyone else out there. Besides, my family is here. If they�re
going down with Jackson, I shall go down with them.�
�� M�Mr. Pheo��
Drix looked sadly at Mr. Pheo
so readily resigned to his fate.
�� I�ll be fine. Go now, Osmosis. Your
beloved is waiting.�
�� Ozzie went quickly to Mr. Pheo and gave him a hug and a gratuitous kiss on the
melanin cell�s cheek.
�� Thank you, Mr. Pheo,
for everything.�
�� You really make me wish I wasn�t
married, Osmosis,� Mr. Pheo chuckled and kissed him
back on the forehead. �You take care of him now, Drixenol,
and the child within him.�
�� I will, sir,� Drix
saluted before following behind Ozzie as the cell made a run for it to the
entrance and into the firing range. As Mr. Pheo
entered the car, he saw Kiaran seated on the floor of
the car, yapping with questioning eyes as if asking where his Master was.
�� Oh, I almost forgot about you,� Mr.
Pheo said as he opened the door again. �Your Master
is in there. Go find him and be careful.�
�� Should we wait for them, sir?� the
driver asked worriedly as Kiaran leapt excitedly out
of the car and headed to the direction of the firing range.
�� No. It�s OK. I let them go. They�re
on their own now. Let�s go home and find the missus and the kids.�
�� While the limo drove away, with Mr. Pheo giving one last look at the firing range, Ozzie and Drix were inside, holding onto whatever was sturdy enough
and struggling to make their way towards Thrax�s
direction. A distant yapping made Ozzie stop in his tracks.
�� Kiaran?!� Ozzie exclaimed as he turned to the
direction of the yapping. Sure enough, there was the little puppy trying to
reach its Master while fighting the current.
�� I�ll handle this!� Drix said as he took out a black capsule from his chest
plate and stuffed into his cannon. Aiming at Kiaran,
he shot at it, revealing a tar-like substance that expanded and spread out like
a huge net, covering the puppy. The net stuck onto Kiaran
like glue and with the help of Ozzie, Drix pulled the
puppy to safety by their side. Ozzie peeled the sticky net off the puppy and
hugged it, apologizing to the puppy, which was licking him and wagging its tail
happily, for forgetting about it and leaving it behind.
�� Good boy, Kia. You�re a good boy. I�m
so sorry I forgot about you,� Ozzie said between licks, then looked at Drix, �I gotta hand it to you,
Drips. You�ve really outdone yourself this time.�
�� Only from the finest labs Jackson
can provide,� Drix winked proudly as he showed off
some muscle. �We can�t carry it around. It�ll hold us up. Here, put it inside
my chest plate. We�ll take it out once everything�s settled.�
�� Alright,� Ozzie replied. As soon as
Drix opened his chest plate, Ozzie put the whining
puppy inside a corner among the capsules. �Stay, Kia. Stay and be a good boy,
OK? I promise you�ll be out soon.�
�� Kiaran whined
in protest for a while, but soon settled down where he was. Ozzie patted its
head before Drix closed his chest plate to carry on
with their arduous journey. A few things whizzed past their heads and they had
to dodge a few people who actually flew past them�knowing that they couldn�t
help them because their hands were full and that they might get pulled along to
the current if they did�but they carried on. There were a few close calls in
which the thing they were grabbing on for support was too flimsy or couldn�t
fight against the pull of the current, but with each other�s help they managed
to have their feet on solid ground, watching helplessly at the others who
suffered the fate of many others who had been sucked out of Jackson�s body
throughout the city�s lifetime, just like what happened to Ozzie�s family when
he was 12.
�� After what felt like forever, they
were finally near where Thrax was. Ozzie spared no
time in rushing towards the virus and glomp him like
there was no tomorrow. Thrax was taken by surprise at
first, unable to believe for a moment that the love of his life was back in his
arms, but once the shock settled down, he hugged the cell back and kissed him
passionately, literally making out in front of the awkward cold pill.
�� Alright, you guys. Get a room.�
�� Ozzie broke the kiss and grinned sheepishly
before looking around, saying, �We gotta
get you outta those cuffs, Thrax.�
�� Here,� Thrax
handed him a plasma gun. �Swiped that from one of the soldier
buggers before I kicked him off me just now.�
�� Ozzie nodded and took the gun,
aiming the mouthpiece at the chain of the handcuffs and blasted away. Thrax grinned in satisfaction once the chain broke and
slammed his frozen hand against the wall, shattering the ice and releasing his
killer claw free from the cold, numbing pain. He flexed his fingers a little to
get the blood flowing and the feeling back before activating his killer claw,
elongating it to burn off the cuffs around his wrists. They melted into putty
in no time and virus let out a long satisfied laugh.
�� Big Daddy Thrax
is back, baby! Yeah!�
�� Someone�s
definitely gonna be a big daddy,� Ozzie grinned, his
hand on his still flat belly, �in more ways than one.�
�� Baby, you tryin� to turn me on?� Thrax
chuckled huskily as he held Ozzie by the waist with one hand and touching the
cell�s belly with the other, looking at the cell seductively.
�� As much as I want to, we can�t. We�ve
got a situation here.�
�� He�s right,� Drix
agreed as he pointed to the direction of the shard. �The current is starting to
get stronger on our side and the blood is starting to clot around the wound. If
it�s true that Jackson�s dead, we�ll be trapped in here.�
�� Well, let�s not wait,� Thrax said as he carried Ozzie bridal style. �We gotta make a run for it.�
�� To where? There�s
nowhere to go,� Ozzie said worriedly.
�� Thrax
replied by jerking his head towards the wound.
�� You mean you wanna
leave the city? Go towards the current we�ve been struggling not to get caught in and get thrown out
there to the atmosphere?!� Drix exclaimed, his eyes couldn�t go any wider.
�� Congratulations, cold pill. You just
earned an A in spotting the obvious,� Thrax replied
sarcastically, raising an un-amused brow.
�� Have you any idea what�s out
there?! Dead or alive, Jackson is still bound to be attended by medics! He�d probably
is back in quarantine right now, getting ready to be sprayed and hosed down
with disinfectant!�
�� Your point being?�
�� You do realize you are a virus and
Jones is a partially infected cell. Thanks to you, virus, you caused Jackson to
go into quarantine mode! That kind of atmosphere will kill the both of you! I may
be a cold pill and immune to quarantine environments but what about you guys?�
�� I think he�s got a point there, Thrax,� Ozzie replied. �What if Jackson is already taken
into quarantine? We might never get out into the open even if we survive the
environment.�
�� How can you be sure Jackson is
already in quarantine?� Thrax challenged. �He could
still be wherever he is and the medics are not here yet, and maybe if we waste
time blabbering about the what-ifs, we�d be giving the medics a chance to get
here in time and he might just be taken for quarantine now. And where have your
sense of adventure and that spunk you always had in you gone to, baby?�
�� Guess you tamed me,� Ozzie looked
away sheepishly.
�� Well, we�ll have to bring that back
now, won�t we?�
�� So saying, Thrax,
with Ozzie in his arms, made a dash towards the stronger part of the current. Drix was stunned for a moment at the virus�s sudden
brashness before following after them, hollering for them to wait for him. As soon
as they were within proximity of the stronger current, Thrax
maneuvered his body position, holding Ozzie close to him, until the current
pushed him against the glass. Drix copied him and
soon, like a rewind button, the trio was sent sliding upwards along the glass
until they were out of the wound and out in the open. They ended up falling
down to Jackson�s chin before they rode on a random blood drop that landed them
on Jackson�s shoulder. It smelt of very diluted disinfectant,
meaning that Jackson was still dressed in hospital patient attire when whatever
happened to him had happened.
�� They looked around for a while and
realized the cause of the city-wide catastrophe: they were in a very mangled up
police car and Jackson was at the driver�s seat, his forehead, face and neck
were pierced with huge shards of glass from the windscreen and he was bleeding
all over, with more wounds, mostly fatal, almost everywhere on his body,
possibly because he wasn�t wearing a seat belt. His lower half of the body was
trapped under the steering wheel and the area where the accelerator, brakes and
clutch were supposed to be were sunken in, literally crushing Jackson�s legs. The
door to the driver�s seat was also gone, thrown out about 5 feet away from the car,
revealing a vast field, possibly part of a park. At the passenger seat was a
woman and the backseat a teenager and a toddler, most likely Jackson�s family. They
were wounded as well, but the trio was not sure whether they were alive or not.
�� Let�s make a move on,� Thrax said as he got back up to his feet, his arms still
cradling Ozzie possessively. The distant sounds of sirens could be heard and a
torrent of voices ensued where curious passers-by and worried onlookers
surrounded the accident scene. Thrax smirked smugly
at Drix and said, �Told ya
that the medics ain�t here yet.�
�� Yeah, whatever, virus,� Drix grumbled as he did the habitual brush on his shoulder.
�We should leave now.�
�� With the aid of Drix�s
jet propulsion, the cold pill allowed the virus and the cell to hang onto him
as he jumped down from the edge of Jackson�s shoulder and out of the car down
to the grass below. The trio, as soon as they got on solid ground, made a run
for it before the medics approached the car and started spraying disinfectant
around it and all over Jackson�s dead body.

A/N:
Yeah, run, guys, run! It took me forever to try and figure out a plot to get Thrax out of the situation, but it was worth wrecking my
brains for it. I had to recall a car accident I once had back then to get the
feel of a car accident scene. Backlash from a seatbelt is not pretty, believe
me. Anyways, while you celebrate the escape, reviews plz!
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