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A/N:
Well, here comes the part where Ozzie�s potential is put to the ultimate test.
Oh, this chapter will probably deal with a few going back and forth scenes
between Ozzie�s side and the Roja family�s side, and
tons of conflicts, arguing, yelling and screaming�mostly from the Roja family side�so don�t get confused now. Fasten your
seatbelts and enjoy the ride, baby!

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
�� Ozzie and the twins were seated in a
rundown caf� somewhere at the spinal cord area of rat city and probably the
only place that was even remotely clean. Just like the rat city he�s been in
where he and Thrax met Cox, this rat city was, as
expected, just as sanitarily desolated. In fact, there was no need to even
wonder how the citizens of this rat city was; they were just as crude and
vulgar, maybe even worse, as the previous city he was in.
�� So, ready to hear about this Adam
guy you�re supposed to snuff out?� Rogue asked as he downed a mug of beer he
just ordered together with his twin brother. Ozzie settled with his sour mints
just fine. He didn�t exactly trust the cleanliness of the caf� much.
�� Yup. Fill
me in.�
�� Well, as you heard from Big Mama,
your test is to take down Adam and bring her his heart as proof you killed him.
What you don�t know is that this Adam guy here is our uncle, Pops� eldest
brother.�
�� You�You mean Mrs. Roja told me to kill off a family member?!� Ozzie
exclaimed. �But�But why? Why me? Why now?�
�� There�s always this civil war going
on between Pops and Uncle Adam,� Rodeo replied. �Pops was actually descended
from the very virus who first spread his reign of
terror in Europe in 1347, and Pops� family in
the later years are all purebred Black Death viruses with their own territory
to run and spread the disease. It was a pact signed and sealed by all the
siblings after Pops� dad got killed in 1833 a few months after the humans gave
him the name �Black Death�,� Rodeo grinned at Ozzie�s facial expression at the
last statement, �Yes, Jonesy. You heard it right. Our
Pops is really, really old�you don�t wanna know how
old�but still going strong. The pact was honoured for
decades and we stayed on our own turf, until Uncle Adam decided to break it.
You can say Uncle Adam is a bit of a power megalomaniac.�
�� He runs this rat city and he wanted
to become as powerful as our 1347 ancestors, maybe even more,� Rouge said as he
shrugged in dismay, as if it were old news. �He had been rather ruthless in his
ways of conquering all the territories designated for the siblings. He killed
all our aunts and uncles until Pops was the last one standing. Our cousins both
short and long distance were able to escape his harms and took over other
territories across the globe, and lucky for them, Pops is the only person left
that was closest in blood to Uncle Adam that he had to defeat. Pops is the
youngest in the family and wasn�t about to be screwed around by someone who
broke the pact, and he had evolved a lot since the last time they�ve met, so
Pops and Uncle Adam are more or less equal in strength, unable to defeat one
another.�
�� So I�m chosen to do the dirty
work,� Ozzie concluded as he popped another sour mint. Rouge noticed the facial
expression Ozzie had on his face and leaned close until their noses were almost
touching.
�� You don�t sound enthusiastic, Jonesy. Something bothering you there?�
�� Thanks for noticing,� Ozzie replied
sarcastically as he backed away and pretended to be very interested with the shape
of the twins� beer mug.
�� Not too keen on killing Uncle Adam,
are ya?� Rodeo smirked. �You ain�t
much of a killer, are ya?�
�� I�ve killed before in my line of
work and when I was with Thrax,� Ozzie retaliated.
�Not that it�s any of your business.�
�� Well then, why the long face?� the
twins asked simultaneously.
�� Please don�t do that,� Ozzie
grimaced at the way the twins spoke as if they could read each other�s minds
and know what the other was going to say, then sighed and said, �It�s just
that�well�I just don�t want to kill unless necessary.�
�� This is necessary!� the twins exclaimed before Rouge took over the
conversation, �You do wanna get into the good graces
of Big Mama now, don�t you? You do wanna officially
become that wacko�s mate, don�t you?�
�� Y-Y-Yes, but��
�� Then what�s the problem?� Rodeo
asked.
�� I just�I just don�t like the idea
of killing someone for the sake of passing a test, you know? I mean, I have
been an accessory to murder by Thrax a lot of times, but
there was nothing I could do about it then, but for the sake of being accepted
into a family? This is just ridiculous! Aren�t you even the least bit upset
that I�m going to kill your uncle?�
�� You�re just gonna
have to deal with this, Jonesy boy,� Rouge replied
nonchalantly. �Once Big Mama says you have to do this, there is no turning
back. He�s only a half-uncle anyways. No big losing one. We�ve got plenty from Mommykins� side.�
�� Yup,� Rodeo nodded in agreement.
��Sides, yours is just a walk in the park. Our other mothers had it a lot
harder than what you�ve got.�
�� What if I fail? What if I get
caught? What would happen to Thrax then? It�ll tear
him apart to know I�ve failed, or worse if I die doing this!�
�� We�ll just have to see how it ends
now rather than dwelling on the what-ifs now, shan�t we?� the twins replied
together, crossing their arms against their chest.
�� Ozzie really hated it when they did
that.
--:--
�� If whoever is to blame of all this,
it should be you.�
�� Drix was at
the verandah of Ozzie�s room when Thrax decided to
come in and check on the puppy Ozzie loved so much, and before Thrax had said anything, the cold pill had started the
conversation with that remark.
�� What do you mean?� Thrax glared at Drix as he picked
up Kiaran.
�� All this,� Drix
flailed his arms about. �Frank�s death, Jones being your sex slave, Jones
getting raped and knocked up, Jones being your tool for murder, Jones now stuck
in this stupid test that he may or may not come out alive from�It�s all because
of you.�
�� What do you mean my fault? I never
asked for this. It�s my bitch of a mother who asked for this sort of test, not
me.�
�� Well, everything else is your
fault, whether you admit it or not!� Drix bellowed as
he turned to him, his face fuming with anger. �Things were fine in Frank when
we assumed it was a common cold, but it turned out to be you and you ruined
both mine and Jones� life by destroying the city and killing the only person
Jones had ever loved! Jones wasn�t queer before he met you, virus! You
corrupted him and made him this way! If it weren�t for you, he wouldn�t have
been in this mess!�
�� Well, cold pill,� Thrax growled as he faced up to Drix,
�if it weren�t for me, he would�ve been fried with
Frank. Is that what you want? To let him die with you and
that worthless whore of his?�
�� I did not say that! I never said
that! That�s your assumption!�
�� That�s pretty much what I assume,
hearing what you just said. You seemed to imply that it�s my fault Ozzie baby
didn�t die in Frank with you.�
�� He was going to come back to us! He
was going to come back to save Frank, and you
blew it!�
�� I did what I had to do, jackass.
It�s in my blood, in my nature to come, see and conquer. What sort of virus
would go against his own killing nature? �Sides, Frank was already a goner
whether my baby went back there or not. I made sure of that.�
�� That�s right, just like you made friggin� sure that you�ve turned Jones into a sex slave!� Drix argued as he poked at Thrax�s
chest. �You made him do such unspeakable things and treated him like a�a fuck
toy, for Jack�s sake! And worse, you made him into a killer! Cells don�t kill
unless it�s bacteria-s, germs and viruses like you, not going around killing
their own!�
�� Technically he�s a T4 cell, so he
should be killing, if not assisting one,� Thrax
corrected, shoving the cold pill away from him.
�� You made him into a T4 cell! He
never wanted any of this!�
�� By then, their squabbling had
started to attract a little attention from the whole Roja
family, who were outside at the front yard enjoying a bit of an outdoor tea.
Mr. and Mrs. Roja looked up for a while and regarded
the cold pill and their son before deciding to ignore them and concentrate on
Rouge and Rodeo�s report on the communicator. The Sisterhood also looked up,
but decided to mind their own business as well since their squabbling, from
their distance, was a little too indistinct to hear anyway. Only the children
of the Roja family, Klepta
included, were interested at what they were saying. They looked at each other
as if they were thinking the same thing before making a dash upstairs to listen
in. Klepta and a few other bolder siblings snuck into
the room itself to get a clearer hearing, hushing the puppy who spotted them
and coaxed it to come to them so that they would not be busted. Some of them
even started making bets to see who would be the victor of the argument.
�� What makes you think you know
anything about what he wants?� Thrax retaliated,
anger starting to seethe through his head.
�� I know he doesn�t want you to kill
anymore,� Drix growled. �That�s why he agreed to do
what I told him, to do what you so-called betray you. He knew asking you to
stay put and be a good citizen would be like asking you to change the colour of your skin, but he didn�t want you go around
killing people anymore. Didn�t you even listen to what he said when we were at
the prison in Jackson?
He said he didn�t want you to kill anymore because he was afraid he may lose
you. Whatever twisted way you used, you have made him heads over heels with
you, and I cannot contend that, and if you loved him as so you claimed, you
wouldn�t have let Jones go through with this thing, going on another killing
spree and being a tool for murder again, even under the threat of death of your
father.�
�� It is exactly because I was under
the threat of death by my father that my baby decided to do this! I never
forced him to do this! I was willing to take his place! I was willing to die
for my baby, but because my baby didn�t want me to die that he allowed my
mother to get him to do this! I�m not entirely at fault here! I thought we were
over this. I thought you already knew how we truly felt for each other!�
�� It is entirely your fault!� Drix shouted. �That�s why I said that he�s in this mess
because of you! You just don�t get it, do you? You know what, honestly? One
part of me had wished that you would just die.�
�� Oh, really now?�
Thrax raised a brow, not amused.
�� Yes! I wished that you would�ve
just got sentenced there and then and Jones wouldn�t have to put up with all
this! Jones would�ve been with me and be hunky-dory fine with Mr. Pheo and we could forget that you have ever existed! Now
look what have you done with him!�
�� What have I done to him? What have you done
to him?! You never liked my baby to begin with; I can tell from the way you
guys interacted when I saw you at the nose dam! You made him turn against me,
the only person he had ever been longer with than you and whom he had built a
trust with, and now you�re behaving as if you own him or something! You don�t
even have the decency to call him by his first name! You�re a fake, cold pill,
that�s what you are. A hypocrite! Let�s see what my baby thinks once he hears
about how you really think about my sentencing!�
�� How dare you call
me a hypocrite?!� Drix slammed his fist against the railing of the verandah;
all the while both of them were totally oblivious that they were being watched.
�I�m only saying this because it is the truth, and I am saying this because I
am concerned about Jones� wellbeing! I do not wish to own him or anything,
unlike you!�
�� Are you now? Is that why you are so
intent on so-called �helping� my baby to betray me? That you were so keen on
keeping him away from me while I rot in that army barrack prison? That he never
knew I was going to be sentenced to death until the last minute?� Thrax smirked at Drix�s facial
expression, �Oh, don�t act as if you don�t know what I�m talking about. I�ve
been with my baby long enough to know that every body
gesture and facial expression he makes are tell-tale signs of what goes beyond
the doors between you and him. And since we are being so honest to each other
right now, why don�t you just admit why are you really so overprotective over
my baby for? Is it because you�re jealous?�
�� What?� Drix
widened his eyes in incredulous shock. �Why would I be jealous about��
�� Is it because you�re upset that you
never got it on with my baby and I did?�
�� Why, I never��
�� Is it because you know you can�t
get it up for Ozzie anyway? You don�t even have the balls to begin with.�
�� You are being ridicu��
�� Is it because he�s mine and not
yours?�
�� No, I��
�� Or is it because you know that I�ve
scored with him, that he�s with me and having my child, which is something you
cannot do for hi��
�� I DID IT BECAUSE I LIKE HIM,
ALRIGHT?!�
�� Thrax
smirked as the outburst came out. Everyone who was listening in held their
breaths to stop themselves from gasping and alerting them. Drix
leaned back against one end of the verandah, his hand
on his mouth as his eyes was showered with emotions of disbelief at what he
just said.
�� So, you like him, eh? Why don�t you
just come out and say you�re in love with him?� Thrax
growled as he inched closer to the cold pill, his killer claw flexed out and
glaring at him with venomous eyes filled with jealousy and hatred over this
potential love rival.
�� I�I don�t love him,� Drix blushed through his red and yellow gel-cap face.
�� You like him but you don�t love
him?� Thrax snarled. �Yeah, right.
Pull another one.�
�� Do I look like I�m lying to you?�
�� At this rate, you just might.�
�� In this case, I don�t have to,� Drix had his hands on his hips challengingly. Thrax tried to see through Drix�s
eyes to find out any deceit but found none, much to his disappointment. He had
wanted a reason to just gouge this cold pill�s eyes out.
�� What does that sort of feeling you
have suppose to mean, anyway?�
�� Well, I kinda�well,
�like him� like him. I like him more than a brotherly or friendly fashion, but
not enough to be as far as a lover.�
�� Ah, a
semi-romantic-semi-platonic kind of relationship, eh?�
�� Drix
nodded and wouldn�t say more on that, looking away awkwardly.
�� You know that I can�t let you live
knowing that you are going to take my baby away at any given moment.�
�� And you know that you can�t kill me
because you would hurt Jones� feelings in the process, so we�re even.�
�� Thrax
glared at the cold pill for a full 10 seconds before he growled exasperatedly
and grudgingly retracted his killer claw as he leaned against the other end of
the verandah, sighing. By now, Klepta and the
siblings knew the fight was over and there was nothing left to see. Everyone
left except Klepta, who wanted to hear whatever
leftovers they might berate to each other.
�� I hope those psycho twins are at
least looking out for my baby,� Thrax said. �I�ll
kill myself if I find out Ozzie baby dies doing this, but of course, I�ll kill
those psycho twins first.�
�� And it would be even worse if he
failed or succeeded but lose this child in the process,� Drix
commented. �You know for sure that he can�t bear to lose another child, most
definitely not this one! And what if he succeeded and your Big Mama still
doesn�t accept him into the family? What if she backed out on her promise? What
if she twisted everything and made him unable to pass the ritual and the test?
What then?�
�� For once, Thrax
didn�t know the answer to that question.
--:--
�� The first thing Ozzie did as soon as
they were done wining and dining in the caf� while discussing about Adam at the
spinal cord was to ask directions to the nearest red district around the area.
Rouge and Rodeo followed behind him, wondering what he would do next so that
they could report back to Mrs. Roja. It wasn�t easy
trying to get a straight answer from the most vulgar of people in rat city, but
with a bit of charm and wits he learnt from his days as a decoy for Thrax and a lot of guts from his training in the force, he
managed to get someone to tell him where the red district was, which was at the
near genital area of rat city. Once they got there, the first place he went
into was a boutique shop for devious fashion. The twins looked at each other in
surprise at the sudden twist of events.
�� Hey, Jonesy!�
the twins called after him. �I thought you were supposed to go complete your
test or something!�
�� I am,� Ozzie said as he browsed
through the clothes on the racks, picking out a few to try on.
�� Shouldn�t you be, like, you know,
go out there and look for him at his hideout, or in the brain, maybe?� Rogue
asked curiously as he saw all the clothes that Ozzie picked were not exactly
decent in nature.
�� Go on a full frontal assault? He�ll
tear me apart. We gotta go through it in a
more�diverse action. Be a little�spiffy about this.�
�� Spiffy?� the twins furrowed their
brows in confusion.
�� You told me before that your Uncle
Adam is a bit of a player, ain�t he? That his sexual preference were a little colourful
than you�d expect?�
�� Yeah, Uncle Adam had always been
known to have more than one lover in bed almost every week, regardless male or
female,� Rodeo replied.
�� Then I�m just gonna
do what I do best when I was with Thrax,� Ozzie
replied as he saw he had picked enough clothes to try on and made his way to
the dressing room.
�� You don�t mean you�re gonna�� Rogue finally got the idea before Rodeo did.
�� Yup, I�m gonna
be spiffy,� Ozzie said from behind the dressing curtain. �Now help me out here.
See which clothes look good on me.�
�� The twins spent the rest of the next
one and a half hour helping Ozzie to decide which clothes fit him for the
night�s plan.
--:--
�� Alright, boys.
Keep me posted.�
�� Mrs. Roja
terminated the conversation and pocketed the communicator. Mr. Roja looked up from the newspaper he was reading and the
Sisterhood, who were playing Scrabble, looked up at her expectantly. Klepta, who just so happen to pass by and heard Mrs. Roja talking on the communicator, gestured Thrax and Drix to join him on
eavesdropping.
�� How goes the mission?� Mr. Roja asked.
�� More or less moving along,� Mrs. Roja replied nonchalantly. �Seems like our little Jones
just figured out Addy�s fetish for orgies. This is
going to be interesting.�
�� Thrax
would�ve rushed out and demanded his Big Mama to call off the test if it
weren�t for Drix holding him back by the armpits and Klepta pressing his hand against his mouth, clamping them
shut.
�� It�s a little harsh, don�t you
think, Big Mama?� Ursula said. �After all, he is with child.�
�� Like I said,� Mrs. Roja flicked her hair and sipped her drink. �If he is not
prepared to do whatever it takes to get the job done, then he hasn�t got what
it takes to be a Roja. �Sides, he�s young. If this
child of theirs doesn�t work out, he�ll have plenty of chances to have one
again with Baby Thrax. My Baby Thrax
is a real man, after all. Chip off the old block.�
�� Klepta and
Drix had to add extra energy to keep the fuming Thrax at bay as they continued eavesdropping.
�� If he succeeds in doing this, will
you actually take him in as one of us?� Marushka
asked.
�� Of course we would,� Mr. Roja replied. �He would have proven to be Roja material and at the same time rid me of a lifetime
rival. A Roja never backs down on his words.�
�� After all, we could use a bit of
diversity in the family,� Mrs. Roja smirked. �I�d
love to see how a cell-virus hybrid would turn out. It�s not everyday a cell is willing to carry our spawn.�
�� What if he fails?� Trixy asked.
�� Then all the more reason to make
Baby Thrax find a much better candidate than this
weakling.�
�� What if he survives this, but fail the test? What then?� Andie
asked.
�� He would be useless,� Mrs. Roja replied coldly. �We do not want someone who cannot
fulfill our requirements and we do not tolerate failures.�
�� What will you do with him?�
Gertrude asked timidly.
�� Simple,� Mr. Roja
replied in a matter-of-fact way. �We kill him.�
�� This time, both Klepta
and Drix had to forcefully drag Thrax
away before he caused an all-out riot.
--:--
�� Wart Disco-tech was bustling with
life as all cells, germs, viruses and bacteria-s were gathered there dancing
and boozing the night away, or maybe looking for a chance to get laid. The
music was blasting in such a way that it could burst both the eardrums of a
regular human being, but the louder and stronger the beat was, the more the
people there enjoyed it. Some of them were seated in private rooms to blot out
most of the noise to enjoy the music without having to yell at each other to
make themselves heard, but most of them were really
hitting it out.
�� Man, Jonesy!
I can�t get over that outfit you�re wearing!� Rogue exclaimed over the blaring
music as the trio entered the disco club, almost unable to take his eyes off
the cell.
�� Well, you guys picked it for me,
didn�t ya?� Ozzie smirked. �Deal with it!�
�� Dang, now you�re making me wanna dance with ya, Jonesy!� Rodeo shouted as
well as he came close to him. �That wacko is really missin�
out on this!�
�� Hey, I saw him first, yo!� Rogue growled as he pushed his twin brother away and
took Ozzie�s hand. �I�m the eldest; I get to dance with him!�
�� Hey, hey, hey,
hands off the merchandize, y�all!� Ozzie grumbled as he pulled his hand
away. �Neither of you are gonna dance with me,
because I�m dancing with the big leagues tonight. He�s your uncle, for Frank�s
sake. You wanna let him know you guys are here and
blow off my cover? You were supposed to observe me, ain�t
ya?�
�� Chill, Jonesy,�
the twins sniggered and backed away. �We gotcha. We�ll
be at the bar. We�ll follow behind you once the fish has taken the bait.�
�� Seriously, guys.
Don�t do that,� Ozzie grimaced, still not used to the way they talk simultaneously
like that.
�� Run along now, Jonesy,�
the twins ignored his comment and slapped his ass, making the cell jump and
glare at them. �Dang, that�s a mean outfit!�
�� Ozzie rolled his eyes in a
Why-do-I-even-give-a-crap way before moving down to the dance floor. Alright, Jones. If Mr. Pheo is
right about you having the power to make anyone fall for you, you�d better
strut your stuff, Ozzie thought to himself as he
took a deep breath to gather himself and started dancing just like the way he
danced when he was in Gregory Metropolis gathering recruits. While he was
shopping for clothes before that, he had heard from some of the customers there�no doubt male and female hookers�that they
were looking forward to being picked by the handsome mayor to be his partner
tonight at the Wart Disco-tech. When Ozzie decided to strike up a sort of
casual inquiry about whom they were talking about, they excitedly told him that
the handsome mayor was no other than Adam Roja, the
man Ozzie was assigned to assassinate, indicating that he had hit the jackpot.
�� His midnight-blue sleeve-less vest
that was only buttoned at the end to cover his pregnant belly, showing his
torso fully, and his low-cut grey cellular leather jeans that was deliberately
torn around his knee area matched with a pair of onyx boots soon drew attention
to whoever was within his proximity. Ozzie smiled inwardly at the good choice
of clothing the twins picked out for him. He had tried almost a dozen clothing
that they couldn�t agree on, and when he was starting to get frustrated over
the twins� indecisiveness, the twins looked as if they have been presented to
the Goddess of Beauty or something when he came out with the clothes he was
wearing now. If Thrax were to see their facial
expression, he could imagine them unable to live to tell the tale, judging by
the virus� over-possessiveness. Holding back a chuckle at the thought, he
briefly danced with everyone who approached him, but moved away in a coquettish
manner whenever he wished to change partners, telling them with his body
language that they weren�t the one he was looking for.
�� The twins, on the other hand, stayed
at the bar counter, sipping their drinks as they watched Ozzie danced, swaying
his hips seductively along with the music and moved his hands while his feet
kept with the beat, never missing a single one. Ozzie was the center of
attention that night in the disco club, and they knew it wouldn�t be long
before Adam, if he were there, sees him and goes for him. They couldn�t fight
the blush that flushed through their cheeks as Ozzie occasionally eyed them for
a while to make sure they were there and not somewhere else doing goodness
knows what.
�� Damn, bro,� Rodeo said as he tried
unsuccessfully to hide the tint on his cheeks, feeling the warmth. �What is
going on with us? I�m looking at Jonesy as if I�m
some sort of virgin schoolgirl checking out the bods
of a boy-next-door!�
�� You�re right, so am I,� Rogue
admitted as he chugged down his drink faster than you could blink when Ozzie
glanced at their direction again. �The ol� wacko has
seriously got it good, bro. My heart is clenching like a crushing virgin every
time he looks at us! I wonder if this was how the wacko felt when he first met Jonesy.�
�� Seriously, bro. he�s got some
wicked outfit going on. I can�t believe we picked that! It looks so�dammit! So hot on him!�
�� You think it�s coz of the outfit
that�s getting us turned on here?� Rogue asked worriedly.
�� No,� Rodeo replied as he, too,
chugged down his drink at the same speed as his brother did, asking for a refill.
�It�s something else about him. Even when we met him for the first time before Mommykins dragged us away, I really felt there was
something different about Jonesy unlike all the white
blood cells we�ve met so far. I just can�t put my finger on what. Damn, that
wacko really got it good. I�m friggin� jealous of him
right now, believe it or not.�
�� I believe you, bro,� Rouge replied.
�I�m feeling the same thing as well. No wonder dog boy Klepta
is so friggin� attached to him during the family
gathering. Gosh, I feel like murdering that wacko in his sleep right now and
take him in as my own.�
�� You�re gonna
have to fight me for that�Hey, look! I think the fish has taken the bait!�
Rodeo said as he pointed towards Ozzie�s direction. �We gotta
tell Big Mama about this. Fuck, look at the way that bastard�s cozying up
against Jonesy!�
�� Yeah, I see him,� Rouge glared
darkly at the person with jealous vengeance as he took out the communicator to
contact Mrs. Roja. �Hey, you
asshole! Get your grubby fucking hands off Jonesy!�
�� As the twins cursed and swore from
afar, knowing that they could only observe and not intervene, Ozzie soon found
himself in the arms of the virus he was looking for as he turned his head a
little to see who the person behind him was. He knew it was Adam by looking at
his features. Adam and Mr. Roja looked almost alike,
with his greenish-black skin and eyes and his black dreads, but Adam looked
more seasoned and older, his facial and physical features molded by years of
war and fighting for his life as he reigned supreme throughout the turfs that
used to belong to his siblings whom he killed without mercy. He felt his back
pressed against the virus� broad torso as his hands wrapped around his hips and
his body swaying along with the cell�s, his crotch pressed suggestively against
Ozzie�s ass. Ozzie flinched a little when he felt Adam�s face pressed against
his and his breath near his ear, and prayed inwardly that Thrax
would forgive him for doing this before he reached back to hold Adam�s shoulders.
�� Careful with the merchandize,
baby,� Ozzie said as huskily and seductively as he could, turning to face the
virus properly. �I make big bucks on these.�
�� Well, I�m sure you�re gonna be compensated much more if you take my offer,� Adam
replied with a deep rumbling voice that reminded Ozzie of a talking wolf he saw
in the movies from Frank�s dreams.
�� And what might that offer be?�
�� A night of endless pleasure with
some of the best cocks and pussies you can imagine.�
�� That�s a little crude way of putting
it,� Ozzie smirked deviously, but inside he felt like gagging. What was he
trying to imply? Screw and be screwed by everyone he had with him?
�� But effective,� Adam winked. �You in?�
�� If you let me
call the shots on how we start off the orgy, and I�m not taking no for an
answer. I�ve got others lining up to divide with me, you know.�
�� You drive a daringly hard bargain
for a newbie in this city which I run,�
Adam stressed his position as he took Ozzie�s chin harshly, making the twins
curse and swear again at a distance watching this, �but lucky for you, I�m in a
good mood today, and you are such a fine body with a face that hot. You got
yourself a deal, baby boy.�
�� Call me Oz, baby. My friends call
me that.�
�� Alright, Oz. Shall we?�
�� Taking Adam�s arm and stealing a
look at the twins, telling them with eye-contact to keep him in sight, he went
off with the Black Death virus to join his party in his private room.
--:--
�� A massive pileup was seen in Thrax�s room as two-third of the Roja
siblings were all stacked up onto the Red Death virus, pinning him down and
preventing him from using his super strength to push them off with their
combined weight. They seemed to be totally enjoying the pain and discomfort they
were inflicting on their poor eldest brother, and they totally ignored and
blatantly teased Kiaran the puppy who was jumping and
yapping about at the pileup, demanding them to let his other Master go. The
remaining one-third, Klepta included, were crouching,
sitting or squatting in front of the virus� face, looking down at him with a
cocktail of mixed emotions while Drix stood in the
background looking helplessly at the display.
�� Let me go! Let me go, you son of a
bitch! Let me the fuck go!!� Thrax yelled, pounding
the floor with his good claw because his killer claw was frozen by Drix for good measure lest he go killing everyone to break
free and cause a family catastrophe.
�� Not unless you are going to calm
down and let nature takes its course,� Klepta said as
he gestured another sibling to add up into the pileup, in which he gladly did,
knocking the wind out of Thrax.
�� Drix felt
a little out of place, almost like watching a family comedy drama unfold in
front of him as he recalled the incident prior to what was going on right now.
After eavesdropping on the conversation between the elders of the Roja family, Thrax�s blood was
boiling and he was determined to storm out of dog city (which Klepta had ordered Mess through walkie-talkie to tail after
the rat Ozzie was in so as not to lose track of him) to help Ozzie and save his
life. Not an amount of persuading could make the hot-headed Thrax
who was ready to make a run for it back out from his decision, thus the
towering virus sandwich.
�� Fuck you, runt! Let me go, you
fuckers! I have to go to my baby!� Thrax snarled and
randomly hit at someone who was conveniently just above him, resulting to a
bash on the head by the offended person.
�� Look at you!� Klepta
pulled at Thrax�s dreads harshly, forcing the older
virus to face him. �Before, you were so willing to just throw our doll out into
the lion�s den to do your dirty work and you trusted wholeheartedly that he
would do the job and succeed, and now here you are complaining like the lil� wimp you are just because Big Mama sent him to do a
task you yourself have been training him to do all the days you�ve been with
him. You�re a fucking hypocrite yourself, you know that?�
�� That�s different! I told him to do
something that I was sure it will succeed! This is something Big Mama told him
to do that we are not sure it would turn out well! You�ve heard what Big Mama
said to our other mothers! If he fails the test, whether or not he survives the
ordeal, he�s still gonna be dead meat!�
�� It�s no different that what you told our doll to do back in Greg!� Klepta retorted. �No one can be 100 percent sure that he
would succeed in infiltrating the brain centre and apprehend the mayor of Greg.
If he screwed up the plan, he�s dead. If he was found out by the mayor, he�s
dead. If he got caught by the feds, he�s dead. If he didn�t escape in time,
he�s dead. It�s all the same! It�s exactly the same as what Big Mama is sending
him to do! Why can�t you have the same confidence you had when you made our
doll sign his death warrant for this death warrant Big Mama made him sign?�
�� You try being in my shoes for once,
you mangy runt!� Thrax growled as he pushed Klepta�s hand away that held his dreads. �You think I never
worry when I sent him on mission to help me infiltrate the brain centre? Not a
second goes by without me thinking that I might end up finding my baby�s bloody
corpse! You have no idea how it feels like to be worried about someone you
love, so don�t try to justify yourself and the situation we�re having right
now! I�ve run away before from Big Mama, I can do it again! There is no way in
hell am I going to allow Big Mama to be judge, jury and executioner over my
baby�s life!�
�� Hey, I care for him enough to lose
sleep over this these few nights even before Big Mama and everyone else got
here. I love him like family, like a little brother, and it breaks my heart to
see Big Mama doing this to him but do you want to make the situation worse as
it is? You think by rescuing our doll and run off just like that would solve
all your problems? You know better than anyone how the Black Death family
works. An eye for an eye. The last thing our doll
wants is to be on the run again, and this time from a real death threat, not
like those in the bodies where you can just leap from one to another without
having to worry the feds that might come after you. Do you want our doll to be
in that situation again, this time for the rest of his life?�
�� Why do you care?!
In fact, why the bloody hell do you all care?! I heard
the way y�all talk about my baby! Almost more than half of you don�t like him,
and I�m sure you couldn�t care less if he lives or dies! Now get the fuck offa me!!!�
�� We may not like him,� Ambrose, Trixy�s son, replied, �but that doesn�t mean we don�t give
room for chances. We see flaws on him, most definitely, but we�d like to see
him disprove that.�
�� Agreed,� Edison, Gertrude�s son,
nodded. �Like I said during the gathering, he may not look like Roja material, and he certainly is an outrage for a mate,
since he�s white blood cell from the immunity force whose sole purpose is to
take our kind down, but I guess for once, I can give him the benefit of a
doubt.�
�� Yeah,� Klepta�s
twin sisters Khora and Kincaid spoke in a manner same
as Rouge and Rodeo, �Well, we don�t really like as a family member, but we do
like him coz he�s cute. If he fails this, we could always take him as our mate
and Big Mama can test him all over again. Then he doesn�t have to die.�
�� Well, I like him,� Hershey, Flazen�s son, said in the exact same jovial tone as his
mother, �and I say if he is able to survive following you for so long till now,
there is no way he can fail this one.�
�� True,� Nooka,
Marushka�s daughter, chirped in. �And if he truly
loves you, he will do whatever it takes to come back to you victorious, and
you, if you really love him so much, you should be a good boy and wait for him.
You always say you�re Big Daddy Thrax, so be one.�
�� Everyone else who liked Ozzie
agreed, and even those who didn�t like Ozzie grudgingly accepted the challenge
of Ozzie enlightening them and prove them wrong of their assumptions of him. Thrax listened to all this in disbelief and surprise. Even Drix was taken aback by this. Was Mr. Pheo
right? Was Ozzie really someone who had the power to charm anyone into liking him,
just like he was feeling for Ozzie now? Klepta sighed
and tilted Thrax�s head to face him again.
�� See? Now will you promise to behave
and put your trust in our doll?�
�� Thrax
growled for a while before looking away, pushing Klepta�s
hand off his chin.
�� Just stop calling him �our doll�.
He�s my baby.�
�� Can�t promise you that,� Klepta chuckled as he finally gestured everyone to get off
him. Thrax got up immediately, patted the dust off
him while trying to breathe normally after being almost suffocated by more than
half a dozen people crushing him like a ton of bricks, claiming that he needed
something to drink before heading off to the kitchen, but Drix
could tell that was just an excuse to compose himself from the humiliation and
digest whatever was said by his estranged siblings.
�� He was silent all day after that.
--:--
�� Adam was true to his words as he
allowed Ozzie to start off the orgy in his way. The twins Rouge and Rodeo were
able to tail Adam by sneaking into the boot of the car and rode all the way to
his mansion. Just as their parents spoke of, Adam really had a number of lovers
in tow, obviously prostitutes both male and female, and had Ozzie held
possessively in his arms. The twins lingered outside the mansion behind the bushes
until they saw the light to Adam�s bedroom open and they found a tree high
enough to spy on Ozzie and observe how he would accomplish this mission, their
faces showing a lot of distaste and jealous rage over the way their uncle was
manhandling their �Jonesy�.
�� The first thing Ozzie did was going
to the bathroom in the pretence to relieve himself. In
there, he fumbled through the medicine cabinet and was lucky enough to discover
that Adam had a good stash of liquid sleeping medication, possibly because of
the insane lifestyle he had. Once he came out, he asked if there were any
strawberries, cream and champagne in the kitchen. Adam was a little busy trying
to grope at two of the female rat cells there, so he absentmindedly let Ozzie
go get it himself, serving as an advantage to the cell�s plan. In the kitchen,
as he prepared the stuff, he took the sleeping medication he snuck out from the
medicine cabinet and poured half of its content into the cream and the rest
into the champagne bottle, mixing them well before throwing the bottle into the
fireplace.
�� Bringing the food upstairs into the
room, Ozzie suggested food sex, with everyone stripping down naked and lather themselves with the cream before using their bodies as
dipping for the strawberries to clean themselves off the cream. Everyone, being
almost intoxicated from their clubbing at Wart Disco-tech, cheered at the suggestion
and started having fun with the cream, making themselves as naked as a baby and
happily sloshing their bodies with the cream, running the strawberries all over
each other or just plain licking the cream straight from each other while
drinking themselves silly with the champagne, thoroughly enjoying it. Rouge and
Rodeo were quite turned on at this display, and were genuinely surprised that
Ozzie had such kinky ideas, but when Adam came up to him asking him why he was
not participating, they started to get worried. Ozzie just flashed him a smile
and refilled the virus� champagne glass and whispered to his ear that he had
something much more delicious in store for him.
�� Right at the very moment he said
that, the sleeping medication took effect. Just like he did with Thrax and his recruits back at Jackson County, they all
dropped into a stupor one by one until Adam finally felt the effect of the
medication and fell at the cell�s feet. Heaving a sigh of relief, Ozzie used
his foot to push the virus until he was lying down on his back with him facing
the ceiling before taking out a large kitchen knife he smuggled in his shirt,
ready to get this over and done with. The twins were surprised that Ozzie was
actually be able to pull it off and were about to find a way to go inside the
room through the window to congratulate him when suddenly Adam shot up and
grabbed the cell�s throat with one hand and wrenching the knife off Ozzie�s
hand with the other, ramming him onto the bed.
�� You bitch! You fucking bitch!� Adam
growled venomously as he slapped Ozzie hard on the face. Ozzie was taken aback.
How did he manage to get up? The effects shouldn�t be that short, should it? The
others were snoring like nobody�s business but here was Adam, alert and bent on
the kill.
�� What the�You�re supposed to��
�� Be sleeping like a baby?� Adam
finished his words. �Yeah, except you gave me a mild dose of that stupid
sleeping medication. You got that from my bathroom, didn�t ya?
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Oz, but that medication don�t
work for me no more. I drank so much of that damn stuff I�m immune to it. They don�t
make me sleep no more. I need a stronger dose, and I keep them in my bedside
table.�
�� Spit, you�re a tough cookie,� Ozzie
cursed, earning another slap on the face.
�� Lemme
guess,� Adam said as he eyed at the kitchen knife that was flung aside, �Dakara sent you?�
�� Dakara?� Ozzie, who didn�t know Mr. Roja�s first name, echoed in surprise. Adam let another one
fly across his face.
�� Don�t play games with me, bitch! Dakara, my little brother who got so many whores up his
ass! He sent you, didn�t he?�
�� So what if he did?�
�� Hah! Too chicken shit to do it, so
he sent a kid to do his dirty work, eh?�
�� I�m just doing my job, pal,� Ozzie
growled as he tried to reach for the knife in vain. �No offence!�
�� Oh, I won�t take offence alright,
once I�m done with you.�
�� Adam pinned both Ozzie�s hand with
one hand and flexed his claws out to tear off Ozzie�s clothes, using his body
weight and sat on Ozzie�s legs so that he would not escape. Once the vest was
gone and Ozzie�s pregnant belly was revealed, Adam looked dumbstruck for a
while before he laughed out loud at the sight. Ozzie looked at him in horror,
knowing that his nightmare was about to repeat itself again, and his heart was
thumping hard against his chest, praying that whatever he did would not hurt
the child when he felt Adam�s tongue running along his navel, right where the
developing child was settled.
�� Not only he sent a kid to do a man�s
job, he sent a knocked-up kid to do me in! Hah! And they say I�m cruel. Guess I
really am a mother-fucker, ain�t I?�
�� As Adam proceeded to take off his
pants, the twins were struggling whether to help him or not.
�� We gotta
help him, bro! Uncle Adam is gonna rape and kill our Jonesy!� Rouge exclaimed, wanted to lunge forward.
�� No, we can�t!� Rodeo held him back.
�Big Mama�s orders were strictly to observe him only! We�re not supposed to
help!�
�� Screw Big Mama! She�s not even here
to see us! She wouldn�t know! Since when do you listen to her?!�
�� Since I know that
fact that she will find out about things. She will know we helped. She�s
got that friggin� weird psychic spit that can make
you tell the truth or something! She�s gonna kill us
if she knows we helped Jonesy!�
�� Fuck it, bro! I don�t care if we
end up getting skewered in a stake by her, I�m gonna
help��
�� The sight before them made them
literally feel as if time had stopped.

A/N: Phew! Another really looooooooooooong
chapter that ended with a cliffhanger! LOL! I�m evil, ain�t
I? I like this chapter. It�s both dramatic and hilarious. If you wanna know what happens, stay tuned to the next chappie! Reviews plz!
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